<?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-3123226481668768768</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:14:00.341+08:00</updated><category term='Aqilahh ^^'/><title type='text'>I treat it like a fairytale.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-5687097005514598627</id><published>2011-06-09T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T02:51:40.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJyYY0EA1Cs/Te_Emm8o5yI/AAAAAAAAAoY/O5wEkvMkIs8/s1600/fbku.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJyYY0EA1Cs/Te_Emm8o5yI/AAAAAAAAAoY/O5wEkvMkIs8/s400/fbku.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My handsome facebook profile &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-5687097005514598627?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5687097005514598627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2011/06/skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5687097005514598627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5687097005514598627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2011/06/skin.html' title='skin.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJyYY0EA1Cs/Te_Emm8o5yI/AAAAAAAAAoY/O5wEkvMkIs8/s72-c/fbku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-3384316784070229658</id><published>2011-05-16T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:24:35.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaXh5b-Y2tM/TdEy4k8nYaI/AAAAAAAAAoU/MHJI09bTo6Q/s1600/P5140108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaXh5b-Y2tM/TdEy4k8nYaI/AAAAAAAAAoU/MHJI09bTo6Q/s400/P5140108.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I keep walking throughout this journey of my life, i found two nice souls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A date and a brother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of Obstruction #126&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-3384316784070229658?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3384316784070229658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3384316784070229658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3384316784070229658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-things.html' title='new things.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaXh5b-Y2tM/TdEy4k8nYaI/AAAAAAAAAoU/MHJI09bTo6Q/s72-c/P5140108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-5251745181748360742</id><published>2011-05-16T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:20:19.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my return.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWJA-0E8_oI/TdEyFppU_kI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ok3ZJJmpGos/s1600/black+and+white2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWJA-0E8_oI/TdEyFppU_kI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ok3ZJJmpGos/s400/black+and+white2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I live my life now like how I always do. I ought to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put all those shits aside and stay strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #125&lt;/span&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/3123226481668768768-5251745181748360742?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5251745181748360742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5251745181748360742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5251745181748360742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-return.html' title='my return.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWJA-0E8_oI/TdEyFppU_kI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ok3ZJJmpGos/s72-c/black+and+white2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1279339737465779046</id><published>2011-03-29T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T01:35:43.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new book.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5IMnkOdCcw/TZDFXxVNXQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ErXikrYmsuo/s1600/423866-7-1287268881720_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5IMnkOdCcw/TZDFXxVNXQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ErXikrYmsuo/s400/423866-7-1287268881720_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From here, all I can say is that tons of shits and gifts had happened and was gifted to me. School has started, new great friends are made and life is changing for the better. What's past is past. I'm living forward for the bright future now. Despite the falls, the knocks, the ups and downs of life, I believe that I'm still strong enough to go on and smile and laugh and manage my self. Definitely proven that time is the only cure in life and so, i just got to be patient with life and accept this ugly beauty reality and be happy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of Obstruction #124&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1279339737465779046?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1279339737465779046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1279339737465779046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1279339737465779046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-book.html' title='new book.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5IMnkOdCcw/TZDFXxVNXQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ErXikrYmsuo/s72-c/423866-7-1287268881720_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-2795756561065456218</id><published>2011-01-03T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:01:46.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TSG5MGhdLyI/AAAAAAAAAoE/7DtaUz0XT28/s1600/IMG00220-20110101-0244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TSG5MGhdLyI/AAAAAAAAAoE/7DtaUz0XT28/s400/IMG00220-20110101-0244.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bby, please dont go and dont let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp; may not get to see you as often as I want, I may not get to hold you in my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;all through the night, but deep in my heart I truly know, you are the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that I love and the one that I will never let go, Julian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-2795756561065456218?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2795756561065456218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/2795756561065456218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/2795756561065456218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-chapter.html' title='you.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TSG5MGhdLyI/AAAAAAAAAoE/7DtaUz0XT28/s72-c/IMG00220-20110101-0244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-3996451620636820651</id><published>2010-12-24T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T03:27:39.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TROfaRLhrqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/8vH1s7ovvyk/s1600/tumblr_l79vseLi0s1qczhrfo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TROfaRLhrqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/8vH1s7ovvyk/s400/tumblr_l79vseLi0s1qczhrfo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to kiss you when you're irritated by me. I love to kiss you while you're talking to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to kiss you whenever you're a cm away from me. I just love and enjoy kissing you, Julian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #122&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-3996451620636820651?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3996451620636820651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3996451620636820651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3996451620636820651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/truth.html' title='truth.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TROfaRLhrqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/8vH1s7ovvyk/s72-c/tumblr_l79vseLi0s1qczhrfo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-9131724361556373714</id><published>2010-12-23T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T04:45:52.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pleasure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TRJiESvgpUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LDetc9lFU9I/s1600/dut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TRJiESvgpUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LDetc9lFU9I/s400/dut.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting the bitter past behind my back and now ready to deal with more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I'm not moving on because that's forgetting. Anyway, I hope you had a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 23rd Birthday !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I truly love you, Joel Julian Nicholas. After what we've been through this far, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets just let bygones be bygones.﻿ Forgive but never forget(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's more to come. Everyday I wish to love you more and even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #121&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-9131724361556373714?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/9131724361556373714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/pleasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/9131724361556373714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/9131724361556373714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/pleasure.html' title='pleasure.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TRJiESvgpUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LDetc9lFU9I/s72-c/dut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-4517013048682066579</id><published>2010-12-14T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T04:28:09.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TQaA6BViaoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/hbovDSt_NoU/s1600/tumblr_l9dbvj3xPq1qcx9s0o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TQaA6BViaoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/hbovDSt_NoU/s400/tumblr_l9dbvj3xPq1qcx9s0o1_500_large.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We loved each other too much and that when you're unhappy with something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;trying to clear things up, you're like the most not undertsanding boyfriend I ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The power of my love for you is more than a power Superman or Hulk may have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love is never meant to be easy and taken easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #120&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-4517013048682066579?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4517013048682066579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/hurting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4517013048682066579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4517013048682066579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/hurting.html' title='hurting.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TQaA6BViaoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/hbovDSt_NoU/s72-c/tumblr_l9dbvj3xPq1qcx9s0o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-5034230493386225749</id><published>2010-12-01T03:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T03:38:29.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TPVRi8YQ49I/AAAAAAAAAnw/HOoPFRFupOc/s1600/tumblr_lckfe1RIF21qegy7eo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TPVRi8YQ49I/AAAAAAAAAnw/HOoPFRFupOc/s400/tumblr_lckfe1RIF21qegy7eo1_400_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 2nd, Bby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You're not a regular boy. All the guys don't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My number one and only one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Joel Julian Nicholas ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #119&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-5034230493386225749?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5034230493386225749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5034230493386225749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5034230493386225749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/first.html' title='first.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TPVRi8YQ49I/AAAAAAAAAnw/HOoPFRFupOc/s72-c/tumblr_lckfe1RIF21qegy7eo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-8846227622665177411</id><published>2010-11-19T06:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T06:43:15.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tattoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TOWplNEbuPI/AAAAAAAAAns/-4GzYHe-AJs/s1600/combine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TOWplNEbuPI/AAAAAAAAAns/-4GzYHe-AJs/s400/combine.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;An art piece drawn and given by Joel Julian Nicholas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank You.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #118&lt;/span&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/3123226481668768768-8846227622665177411?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8846227622665177411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8846227622665177411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8846227622665177411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/tattoo.html' title='tattoo.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TOWplNEbuPI/AAAAAAAAAns/-4GzYHe-AJs/s72-c/combine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1854965303750384967</id><published>2010-11-17T06:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T06:51:56.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever has begun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TOMG_lKsYmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/OCfcrPWmuzI/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TOMG_lKsYmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/OCfcrPWmuzI/s400/blog.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear You,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how can I forget the day we met ? It was like a dream. I never knew that it would last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, here we are still together and one, in the mind and soul. Loving you makes my day. Truly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inspired throughout the day. Though I am missing you, the words you are sending me is enough to warm,&lt;br /&gt;what my heart wishes for..&amp;nbsp;Every time, as I try to think of the sweetest words I can say to you,&lt;br /&gt;something different and something new, I can't think of any words except&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of Obstruction #117&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #404040; font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1854965303750384967?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1854965303750384967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/forever-has-begun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1854965303750384967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1854965303750384967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/forever-has-begun.html' title='forever has begun.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TOMG_lKsYmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/OCfcrPWmuzI/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7646408753906819670</id><published>2010-09-07T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T08:57:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is he the one ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TIWGGZi4inI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Vvz7oY8C2ww/s1600/julian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TIWGGZi4inI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Vvz7oY8C2ww/s400/julian.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, his presence is more than a thousand santa clauses. Everything seems so fine whenever I'm with him. He nver fail to make my day, really. I've been trying and being patient all this while. Sth like "fight for this love". Wootswoots^^. So is he gonna be the one occupying my heart ?(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of Obstruction #116&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7646408753906819670?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7646408753906819670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-he-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7646408753906819670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7646408753906819670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-he-one.html' title='is he the one ?'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TIWGGZi4inI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Vvz7oY8C2ww/s72-c/julian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-8911130325423130293</id><published>2010-07-05T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:23:13.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TDHcJH-qvgI/AAAAAAAAAnM/P7R4_1YlHNQ/s1600/tumblr_l21dq05Iur1qaorrco1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TDHcJH-qvgI/AAAAAAAAAnM/P7R4_1YlHNQ/s400/tumblr_l21dq05Iur1qaorrco1_500.png" width="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #115&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-8911130325423130293?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8911130325423130293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/07/will-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8911130325423130293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8911130325423130293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/07/will-miss-you.html' title='will miss you.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TDHcJH-qvgI/AAAAAAAAAnM/P7R4_1YlHNQ/s72-c/tumblr_l21dq05Iur1qaorrco1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1958590042871850992</id><published>2010-07-01T06:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T06:14:59.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TCu95xsbhPI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QhaWt6bkfKs/s1600/DSC06222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TCu95xsbhPI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QhaWt6bkfKs/s400/DSC06222.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Back with a simple &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;wish. I just want&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; I've been always working on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Count yourself lucky&amp;nbsp;for having a friend who would cry with and for you, always try their best&amp;nbsp;to make you happy and not&amp;nbsp;disappoint you, cares&amp;nbsp;for you, won't let you down, forgives you after&amp;nbsp;you hurt or even do anything that crushes their ♥, still be there&amp;nbsp;for you&amp;nbsp;eventhough you ignored or neglected them or rather treat them as a friend whom you know you can depend on when you're only sad or down (sumhow like using them), think of you even before they sleep&amp;nbsp;and the moment they wake up. Stop taking people for granted, please(:" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the start, I've liked you but I've nver expect anything from you. The happiest moment&amp;nbsp;in my life in the year 2010, so far, is when I got to make you happy during your breakdown. Easier to be said, I'm happy if you are. But now, I think I'm slightly wrong. other than to see you happy, I need your presence around me too in order for me to feel extra happy. Hm. I just don't know what's exactly running in my mind now. You're the guy that's worth me smiling and laughing in my sleep but are you the guy who worths my tears ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #114&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-1958590042871850992?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1958590042871850992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1958590042871850992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1958590042871850992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-much.html' title='not much.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/TCu95xsbhPI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QhaWt6bkfKs/s72-c/DSC06222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-3737541570458833608</id><published>2010-05-13T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T08:08:50.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S-tAG8KpwYI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wnYW-Imfep4/s1600/56539_-916906266_image_1000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S-tAG8KpwYI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wnYW-Imfep4/s400/56539_-916906266_image_1000.jpg" width="370" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You've been ignoring me. It hurts me but now, it doesn't anymore. But recently, I dreamt of you and the next day, I was down with fever, high fever. I had&amp;nbsp;bad headaches and body keeps on aching. Is that because I miss you too much or what ? *wondering* This afternoon, i was taken aback. Switched on my phone, got a msge, clicked open it. I read the msge, not realising it was from you until I saw the number above. I smiled widely, I admit but my heart keeps on saying &lt;em&gt;"don't rply, don't rply and don't rply"&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;amp; I didn't eventhough my fingers just want to. But, I did typed a rply but it was then closed and deleted. While I was online, at 6.06am today, my phone vibrated on the table. I turned my head to see and goodness, it's YOU ! How I wish there's free incoming. Trust me, I will answer your call but too bad :| Well, I guess this is karma or rather fated. Take Care. I'm still missing you, though. My one and only pillar(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #113&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-3737541570458833608?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3737541570458833608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/05/almost-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3737541570458833608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3737541570458833608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/05/almost-here.html' title='almost here.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S-tAG8KpwYI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wnYW-Imfep4/s72-c/56539_-916906266_image_1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-798559193577601455</id><published>2010-05-05T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:41:33.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not erased ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S-GDLET7_0I/AAAAAAAAAms/iqlzDqgOA2A/s1600/3cb3378d1563fac402d00183abc384f0.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S-GDLET7_0I/AAAAAAAAAms/iqlzDqgOA2A/s400/3cb3378d1563fac402d00183abc384f0.gif" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Glad you texted me up to say that you miss me but well, i guess you just wanna please my heart. Forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #112&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-798559193577601455?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/798559193577601455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/05/glad-you-texted-me-up-to-say-that-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/798559193577601455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/798559193577601455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/05/glad-you-texted-me-up-to-say-that-you.html' title='not erased ?'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S-GDLET7_0I/AAAAAAAAAms/iqlzDqgOA2A/s72-c/3cb3378d1563fac402d00183abc384f0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-8041621380027179165</id><published>2010-04-29T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:59:32.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S9lk4vGHIKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/CEQ6V9SY-78/s1600/tumblr_kt76unT6qf1qa4eu8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S9lk4vGHIKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/CEQ6V9SY-78/s400/tumblr_kt76unT6qf1qa4eu8o1_500.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is this happening ? Where does the problem lies ? I miss you, stupid !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till now, you're the first that I think about when I wake up from my sleep and the last thought I had before I sleep. I hate dreaming about you because it will only make me miss you more. Despite listening to all shits about you, rumours&amp;nbsp;or anything, I'm still into you. I'm facing the world with your mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-8041621380027179165?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8041621380027179165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8041621380027179165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8041621380027179165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/you.html' title='you.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S9lk4vGHIKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/CEQ6V9SY-78/s72-c/tumblr_kt76unT6qf1qa4eu8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-462439594985595244</id><published>2010-04-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:05:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh why, oh my.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S9LyIGdq7EI/AAAAAAAAAmc/yhkCs8lRc6A/s1600/tumblr_l11sr1Rvaf1qap231o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S9LyIGdq7EI/AAAAAAAAAmc/yhkCs8lRc6A/s400/tumblr_l11sr1Rvaf1qap231o1_500_large.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told myself that I'm gonna keep myself busy so that I won't think of him often. Now that I'm starting to get real busy with work, I realise that it works only when I'm busy. But when I'm not, I could even emo or daydream or anything coz I've started to miss him and think about him. Oh why, Oh my. I can't deliberately say that I've fall in love with him coz what&amp;nbsp;I've always thought about is that this kinda feelings will nver last. This are just feelings that made you happy for only short moments. Sigh. I will start to feel restless if you didn't text me up, etc. Why is this so ? Hating it big time but still, I'm holding onto it. Ego(Y).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mum told me that you texted. But via Dad's phone. I was taken aback, surprised. As I was eager to check Dad's inbox, the msge is alr gone. Upset for a minute. Asked Mum if its really him and she was so confident that it's him. W/o any hesitation, I used Dad's phone to text him up but....no rply yet. Parents off to Malaysia alr. What if he rplied ? *getting a lil stress*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember the song we used to listen tgt in the cab ? You took the right side and I, the left side of the earpiece. You were happily singing and me, smiling widely listening to you and Jay Sean. Now this song, Do you remember(Acoustic) is on replay on my iPod Touch. To me, this song could really make me reminisce back our moments spent tgt(: We laugh, fight, talk, debate, tease......... How I wish I could stay by your side round the clock. Okeh, that's too much. We've got our own work to do/go. Haa. I miss receiving "Morning dearest ;)" "Good morning dear ;)" "Hey babe, what are you up to?" from you, honestly. Even a short msge from you could make me smile the whole day. Every working days of mine, I would really hope to receive a text from you. Whenever I'm doing my work and I felt vibration, I would say out your name and my heart will skip two beat faster while taking out my phone from the pocket. But it has been 3 days, today, my hope was just a prank. Just so you ought to know that I miss you big time and I care, concern and think about you even if you don't care even a lil about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"See I've been thinking about you and how we used to be then back when we didn't have to live we could start again - Do you remember, do you remember, do you remember all of the times we had let's bring it back."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #110&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-462439594985595244?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/462439594985595244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-why-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/462439594985595244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/462439594985595244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-why-oh-my.html' title='oh why, oh my.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S9LyIGdq7EI/AAAAAAAAAmc/yhkCs8lRc6A/s72-c/tumblr_l11sr1Rvaf1qap231o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7165125646523312577</id><published>2010-04-19T05:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T05:16:07.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>however,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S8tzaiWpa9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/IMpLcstdRsU/s1600/tumblr_ky8wgpi0TF1qzu52ko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S8tzaiWpa9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/IMpLcstdRsU/s400/tumblr_ky8wgpi0TF1qzu52ko1_500_large.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget me, never. Stay happy, as always. As a friend I'm always here for you, remember. If you are happy, so am I. Just a hello from you could make me smile widely, from ear to ear. Whatever it is, I'm not being selfish here. Move on with your life, your love but still, you'll&amp;nbsp;stay as&amp;nbsp;my crush though(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sth you'll nver know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7165125646523312577?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7165125646523312577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/however.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7165125646523312577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7165125646523312577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/however.html' title='however,'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S8tzaiWpa9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/IMpLcstdRsU/s72-c/tumblr_ky8wgpi0TF1qzu52ko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-5166699996842469097</id><published>2010-04-16T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:39:08.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>treasure ? cherish ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S8exTfCNQnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/swso0Ohs6hU/s1600/20081006132056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S8exTfCNQnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/swso0Ohs6hU/s400/20081006132056.jpg" width="266" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #108&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-5166699996842469097?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5166699996842469097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/treasure-cherish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5166699996842469097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5166699996842469097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/treasure-cherish.html' title='treasure ? cherish ?'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S8exTfCNQnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/swso0Ohs6hU/s72-c/20081006132056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1825167618007736036</id><published>2010-04-13T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:47:23.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S8O-Or6Xu9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/1yRVR7EdOtE/s1600/DSC05507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S8O-Or6Xu9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/1yRVR7EdOtE/s400/DSC05507.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've got over the past and I'm moving on. Luckily I met you(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not forgetting about crush(: Days remain happy even without you, bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #107&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-1825167618007736036?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1825167618007736036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1825167618007736036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1825167618007736036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/next.html' title='next.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S8O-Or6Xu9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/1yRVR7EdOtE/s72-c/DSC05507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-6505662025013239893</id><published>2010-04-04T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:48:20.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S7fkoeGHyzI/AAAAAAAAAls/feVbirCIYFE/s1600/tumblr_kzamgvmAuu1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S7fkoeGHyzI/AAAAAAAAAls/feVbirCIYFE/s400/tumblr_kzamgvmAuu1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First of all,&amp;nbsp;it was real smart&amp;nbsp;of me to be making the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it was lucky that I didn't love you&amp;nbsp;till the extend that I fear losing you.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, it was great that I'm not into you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Listen to my blog song. Promise in the dark by Keri Hilson. I'm dedicating this song to you. Should I mention your name ? Okeh, maybe not. You'll lose face if I do. So, I've heard SOO much. Thanks man. You're real great. SUPERB !(Y) I fell into your&amp;nbsp;trap. Your innocent look is soo deceiving. It doesn't seems to be like how it suppose to be. I didn't, NEVER, expect this from you. You're totally different from what my friends and I thought of you. I swear and I can't deny that you're a good guy but my goodness ! you broke me down. You&amp;nbsp;cut my heart very deeply.&amp;nbsp;Greatest impact ever. Trust you to be doing all this to me. In what way do I deserve this ? How could you. I&amp;nbsp;take back all my words. All&amp;nbsp;those good words I've put in to praise you,&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;leave a good impression on my friends&amp;nbsp;towards&amp;nbsp;you.&amp;nbsp;ALL ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You wanted me and so you lied to me sth about you. Sth that makes me adore you ?&amp;nbsp;I'm grateful for that but can't you just be humble ? It was wrong of you to do that, seriously. Can't you just be yourself ? Trust me, I will accept anything about you. I'm not fussy finding a friend. I don't look at status, academics. You had the right intention but you did it in a wrong way and you hurt me. So all this while, you've been putting on an act. Oh my ! I was such a fool to be believing you and your lie(s). Not forgetting about the matter of you has done sth to me. It&amp;nbsp;was so untrue ! You proudly shared things with your buddies/friends about sth you rake up ? I'm speechless ! You're a liar. You just broke the trust I had in you. No point having so much good memories, your minor lie just deleted it all away. It conquered everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least, I would like to applause. You did it ! You manage to break my heart into million and million pieces. I'm so so so upset with you. You HUMILIATED me ! THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH !&amp;nbsp;You're the first guy who did this to me. How great ! *claps* You compared me to other people, you made me sound so cheap. What the fuck is all this for ?! What wrong did I do to you till the extend that you insulted me (in)directly ?&amp;nbsp;Your humiliation seriously tears my heart apart. Wow. I've never ever expected this from you. You're good by my bare eyes but you're soo fucking NOT, actually. Only good on the surface. What's this ? All this time, you left a BIG question mark to why are we strangers now. You, my sister&amp;nbsp;and some people out there makes me think as if it was all my fault when it's fucking not. You're a good actor or rather a good player in a game that I don't like or wanna play. I'm leaving. I'm deleting you away. I will treat as if you don't exist in my life. This is oh so hard but I will definitely try, force myself to do it. You don't deserve me and I&amp;nbsp;don't deserve you. It was very unfortunate of me to get to know you. Big time liar and actor ! Stop your drama. Don't repeat your mistakes. Don't do what you did to me to other grls. They don't deserve this from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By your eyes, only your ex is the best. The "good grl'. But that doesn't mean that I'm the baddest. You are judging the book&amp;nbsp;by its cover, boy. Please don't. You don't know me unless you're me. TOTALLY DISAPPOINTED ! I found everything all by myself. Incredible huh. I'm way too smart. Now don't put the blame on someone else. Blame yourself. It's your fucking fault !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S7ft8JMwOII/AAAAAAAAAl0/X-I4U6X0dxw/s1600/tumblr_kyjc4zA1a01qzr04eo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S7ft8JMwOII/AAAAAAAAAl0/X-I4U6X0dxw/s400/tumblr_kyjc4zA1a01qzr04eo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, goodbye to you. I will miss you. Worthless tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of obstruction #106&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-6505662025013239893?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6505662025013239893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6505662025013239893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6505662025013239893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks.html' title='thanks.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S7fkoeGHyzI/AAAAAAAAAls/feVbirCIYFE/s72-c/tumblr_kzamgvmAuu1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-3003399045374566271</id><published>2010-04-01T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T03:58:25.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take it easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S7OpEGUmJcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/IIa3pc6sLDo/s1600/tumblr_kxh0qn0ylD1qaorrco1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S7OpEGUmJcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/IIa3pc6sLDo/s400/tumblr_kxh0qn0ylD1qaorrco1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #106&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-3003399045374566271?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3003399045374566271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/take-it-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3003399045374566271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3003399045374566271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/04/take-it-easy.html' title='take it easy.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S7OpEGUmJcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/IIa3pc6sLDo/s72-c/tumblr_kxh0qn0ylD1qaorrco1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-179401066842912636</id><published>2010-03-28T09:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T09:24:36.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drifted; hoping for nothing but the best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S66s6eVbd7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Io-b72nQwbE/s1600/tumblr_kze43aJ0S41qa7q7qo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S66s6eVbd7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Io-b72nQwbE/s400/tumblr_kze43aJ0S41qa7q7qo1_400_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, who's with split personality now ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-179401066842912636?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/179401066842912636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/drifted-hoping-for-nothing-but-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/179401066842912636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/179401066842912636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/drifted-hoping-for-nothing-but-best.html' title='drifted; hoping for nothing but the best.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S66s6eVbd7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Io-b72nQwbE/s72-c/tumblr_kze43aJ0S41qa7q7qo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-5169575423052658969</id><published>2010-03-26T06:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T06:37:07.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6vlHVWxZJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/gs5mUghmJaM/s1600/3527010146_bc29045256_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6vlHVWxZJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/gs5mUghmJaM/s400/3527010146_bc29045256_large.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #104&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-5169575423052658969?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5169575423052658969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/apparently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5169575423052658969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5169575423052658969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/apparently.html' title='apparently,'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6vlHVWxZJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/gs5mUghmJaM/s72-c/3527010146_bc29045256_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7712216163330517066</id><published>2010-03-19T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:06:51.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no other.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6KsS_O1CTI/AAAAAAAAAks/UY4zD9f5PWM/s1600-h/tumblr_kxc0nvLlRG1qaz72co1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6KsS_O1CTI/AAAAAAAAAks/UY4zD9f5PWM/s400/tumblr_kxc0nvLlRG1qaz72co1_500.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Among all, I've realised that you're the one I've been missing the most and the easiest for me to miss. Sometimes I feel that either I shouldn't exist in this world or rather you shouldn't have entered my life. I'm moving on but wher do I go ? Why aren't I giving myself a chance to be in love again ? Why does my heart still choose you even when my eyes are on others ? Till when am I going to be like this&amp;nbsp;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6Ku401uZ3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/2Spg7T5sF7I/s1600-h/tumblr_ky6kskXwyU1qzauolo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6Ku401uZ3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/2Spg7T5sF7I/s400/tumblr_ky6kskXwyU1qzauolo1_500.png" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe what I need now is just you by my side. Not everytime but at certain times. The times when I think &lt;em&gt;"How can I move on when I'm still in love with you ?" &lt;/em&gt;But afterall, these are just words. You're getting married soon. It seems like time really pass fast. Wtv it is,&amp;nbsp;people plans it&amp;nbsp;but god defines it. I'll never forget the first time I saw you. Whats more the time spent with you eventhough there's nothing much. Stay happy with her and be a good boyfriend then husband, &lt;strong&gt;K.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6KwadWwbhI/AAAAAAAAAk8/h-k8hVXvvlU/s1600-h/z114935969.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6KwadWwbhI/AAAAAAAAAk8/h-k8hVXvvlU/s320/z114935969.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #103&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7712216163330517066?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7712216163330517066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7712216163330517066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7712216163330517066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-other.html' title='no other.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6KsS_O1CTI/AAAAAAAAAks/UY4zD9f5PWM/s72-c/tumblr_kxc0nvLlRG1qaz72co1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1456518523795634616</id><published>2010-03-18T05:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T06:05:04.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F R I E N D S .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6E_X59eg5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/FcY5dw3kkAk/s1600-h/6eb6b1c6f616888b_tumblr_kxnid9tshe1qa3c5to1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6E_X59eg5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/FcY5dw3kkAk/s400/6eb6b1c6f616888b_tumblr_kxnid9tshe1qa3c5to1_500_large.jpg" vt="true" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As time goes by, I start to reminisce. Lets just put primary school life aside. Thinking back moments I had and have been thru during my recent secondary school life. Days have been just &lt;strong&gt;GREAT. &lt;/strong&gt;Now or then, I'm happy enough to have friends by my side. I may know him/her longer than i know him/her but still, I treat everyone fairly. Except that I may choose to like, love or hate you. Gaa ! Can everyone hug me tightly, please. I swear I miss all those times. Gays, DREAMus &amp;amp; all&amp;nbsp;! You people has always put up a big smile on my face. Thanks(: People like you guys are the greatest gift from heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6FK3YMg5tI/AAAAAAAAAkU/X-0XaqZXuTQ/s1600-h/26859_393348722246_643302246_5451281_5906433_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6FK3YMg5tI/AAAAAAAAAkU/X-0XaqZXuTQ/s320/26859_393348722246_643302246_5451281_5906433_n.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6FKDM5l4JI/AAAAAAAAAkM/VWxxEjrp00s/s1600-h/untitledgfrg.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6FKDM5l4JI/AAAAAAAAAkM/VWxxEjrp00s/s320/untitledgfrg.bmp" vt="true" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6FRxzCizyI/AAAAAAAAAkk/t30_I7IjbJA/s1600-h/10317_283105650391_790845391_8981086_579604_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6FRxzCizyI/AAAAAAAAAkk/t30_I7IjbJA/s400/10317_283105650391_790845391_8981086_579604_n.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh, I'm moving on. All the best to you guys. Study hard, study smart and chiong all the way for O level. I've made my choice not to continue to sec 5 so yaa, missing class, lessons and you guys is natural and for sure. Gaa ! Can i cry ?^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #102&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1456518523795634616?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1456518523795634616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/f-r-i-e-n-d-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1456518523795634616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1456518523795634616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/f-r-i-e-n-d-s.html' title='F R I E N D S .'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S6E_X59eg5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/FcY5dw3kkAk/s72-c/6eb6b1c6f616888b_tumblr_kxnid9tshe1qa3c5to1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1954357464800535550</id><published>2010-03-12T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:10:20.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S5lirm9OlWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/5Bm7jvmQjNY/s1600-h/05032010(052).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S5lirm9OlWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/5Bm7jvmQjNY/s400/05032010(052).jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A lil bit of sth sweet. My days have been great. Full of laughters, love, care and excitement. Glad that I have my clan right by my side. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Name clan aku clan" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Be jealous that I've got them and they've got me !^^ Am thankful to have people filling almost all my time with joy. Those days we went to Zirca, Rebel, Sentosa, Macdonalds and&amp;nbsp;that slumber party&amp;nbsp;have brought much happiness&amp;nbsp;to me. Really looking forward for that coming purple-black night. Gees. I'm happy this way. We did and do things together. Our bond is already quite strong. We've never been calculative towards each other. We've never fail&amp;nbsp;to joke together. We've never fail to make each other happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yuyun +&amp;nbsp;Jaggi +&amp;nbsp;Echarles&amp;nbsp;+ Myra = Clan♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1954357464800535550?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1954357464800535550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1954357464800535550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1954357464800535550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you.html' title='thank you.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S5lirm9OlWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/5Bm7jvmQjNY/s72-c/05032010(052).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-6989083695109241132</id><published>2010-03-12T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T04:41:09.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x y &amp; z.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S3MqVZvyXpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/2qe9WpkvEcU/s1600-h/001c053CdR-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S3MqVZvyXpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/2qe9WpkvEcU/s400/001c053CdR-.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Norasyiqin Ariffin, Hasmirah Zakaria, Surita Hashim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moments we've had together has nver been erased in my mind. I can't denie that I'm missing every moments that I've had with you both, my debab and gendut. Much things had happened between us and maybe more to come. All minor and major. People left me&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;karma and in&amp;nbsp;dilemma.There's nothing that I can do but just fight thru all these obstacle alone. Especially the recent incident. The incident that hitted me the hardest. The incident that made me wanna create boundaries between me and you both. The incident that made me hard to forgive&amp;nbsp;but easily forget you both. The incident that has led your contact numbers into the rubbish bin. The incident that made almost all your pictures removed from that K770i. The incident that even has made my sister and some friends hated and asked me not to befriends with you both anymore as they said that I don't deserve friends like you guys but still, I've been thru alot with two of you.&amp;nbsp;See or sense the trouble I had to go thru or rather I've been thru ? Its really been hard for me. It's also hard for people to judge or read me. What people see on or in me is just on the surface. Gladly, we're on good terms again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AN OLD-UNPUBLISHED POST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-6989083695109241132?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6989083695109241132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/x-y-z.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6989083695109241132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6989083695109241132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/03/x-y-z.html' title='x y &amp; z.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S3MqVZvyXpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/2qe9WpkvEcU/s72-c/001c053CdR-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-5247596006405032348</id><published>2010-02-09T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:46:39.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S3CaFu2GEgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YrVElOrY6NA/s1600-h/tumblr_kxcc9dVSK11qzilpso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S3CaFu2GEgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YrVElOrY6NA/s400/tumblr_kxcc9dVSK11qzilpso1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Homed. Went to chill with lovely-fun people. One of them was Smally(azzam). I mentioned about him in blog before. Herm. Known him for around 3-4 months already. I've been through much. Both happiness and sadness. Moments i had and time spent together with the rest since yesterday night till&amp;nbsp;this morning&amp;nbsp;are memorable. Second time chilled with Jaggi and grl-F. All we had was just fun. Played games, riddles, jokes, etc. Not forgetting breakfast moment at mac, northpoint. As I was eating hotcakes with sausage, I remembered sth that touches my heart when it first happened. It was so sweet of Smally to buy me hotcakes when he learnt that I'm starving. Eventhough it happened last year, it's still fresh in my mind. I could still remember that I was joking with him regarding hotcakes and stuffs&amp;nbsp;and then, the moment&amp;nbsp;when I was taken aback was that he really&amp;nbsp;bought everything.&amp;nbsp;Ouch* Just imagine,&amp;nbsp;he was tired working and after his work he actually bought&amp;nbsp;breakfast for me. Nver in my life a guyfriend of mine&amp;nbsp;did this to me, for me.&amp;nbsp;As in yaa,&amp;nbsp;readers&amp;nbsp;should get what I mean.&amp;nbsp;Lol.&amp;nbsp;While I was eating my hotcakes, I said that I&amp;nbsp;can still&amp;nbsp;remember sumone bought for me hotcakes &amp;amp; when I was slicing the hotcakes, I sliced it the way Smally does and again said sarcastically, who slices or cuts hotcakes this way ? not only hotcakes but even when he eats prata(egg prata&amp;nbsp;has&amp;nbsp;always been&amp;nbsp;his choice^^). I smiled and smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, reminiscing things back, I swear that I miss everything and especially Smally, although we've just met just now. He's kindness, sillyness, stubborness, carelessness, care and concern^^. But now, it seems like things have changed. I'm too egoist when it comes to him. Its hard to give him face/chance(s). All this while, he's just plain innocent but his actions has always lead him into trouble. Sigh. However, I do realised that I've been unfair and harsh to him at times. Sorry.&amp;nbsp;Seeing him like a small kid always make me wanna bully him and also&amp;nbsp;mad&amp;nbsp;at him for no reason. Weird. But well, lets just leave everything on god's hands. We're just humans. Heh (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before I go to bed and end this post, just wanna say that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I M I S S A B D U L L A H A Z Z A M B I N J A S M A N I !&lt;/strong&gt; :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #99&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/3123226481668768768-5247596006405032348?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5247596006405032348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/02/missed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5247596006405032348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5247596006405032348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/02/missed.html' title='missed.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S3CaFu2GEgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YrVElOrY6NA/s72-c/tumblr_kxcc9dVSK11qzilpso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1801208656268552830</id><published>2010-02-08T05:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T05:45:27.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halfway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S28qJiZRb6I/AAAAAAAAAio/JcNRqHlqYFQ/s1600-h/3996205323_8e631ccfb2-horz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S28qJiZRb6I/AAAAAAAAAio/JcNRqHlqYFQ/s400/3996205323_8e631ccfb2-horz.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dazed and Confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I derno what else is exactly running thru my mind. Talked things out halfway. Called him just to irritate and hurt his feelings. Lied and fooled him just to please her but I fell into the sea instead. What's happening ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid assumption matter. &amp;amp; oh, how could you. Say that its true that I've nver fail to make you smile and/or laugh every single day or rather make your day a smiley one. We shall continue our talk soon as I want this thing to end quickly so that it will stop bugging my mind and my mind will be at ease. Shag. My mind and myself need some rest please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1801208656268552830?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1801208656268552830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/02/haflway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1801208656268552830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1801208656268552830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/02/haflway.html' title='halfway.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S28qJiZRb6I/AAAAAAAAAio/JcNRqHlqYFQ/s72-c/3996205323_8e631ccfb2-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-4965495309160282650</id><published>2010-02-07T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T06:04:11.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S23YYfQlkqI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ybI_5VbUQ8k/s1600-h/thumbnailCADGM4YL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S23YYfQlkqI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ybI_5VbUQ8k/s200/thumbnailCADGM4YL.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;An old friend found. Y*** J** is now Beybey Cine. Haah ! Wat a small world. Started to get to know each other but in the end found out that we're primary school mates. L O L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Aside from that, between those days I didn't update my blog, much things happened. Well, eventhough things has already happened, I'm still least satisfied with this two person. Shall not specifically mention their names out coz readers might be shock as who would ever believe they did this to me. Sigh. Things may not happen as planned but still, I don't see a need for you, you and you&amp;nbsp;to lie and for&amp;nbsp;the three of you&amp;nbsp;to not care about my feelings. I admit that I was goddamnit mad at you guys wen it first happened. Just couldn't believe that you, you and you would have the heart to backstab me. Lets just put it as A, B and C.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;To A, You're one of them whom I'm not satisfied with. Blame it on the msg you sent me about assumptions, wtv shit. You've yet to wake up from your sister's lullaby, BIG GIRL ! What's the point exaggerating that you're already eighteen when your mind, your thinking is NOT EVEN eighteen ? You know, I've always been straight forward to you. &amp;amp; if you were to drop in my blog and see this post, read this carefully and THINK to yourself NOT share to others and letting them judge me ! I did this as I'm not at the least bother to text or give you a call &lt;u&gt;anymore&lt;/u&gt;. It's not that I'm a coward who doesn't dare to speak up to you straight rather than wasting my time typing all this out. But WHY should I ? Why should I be bother to contact a person who doesn't appreciate me yet take me for granted at times. Expressing what I feel, felt or am feeling now HERE is much more relieving. Reminisced those times-I always did and tried my best to be there for you, cheer you up, not disappoint you, etc. But what have you done for me ? All this while, I&amp;nbsp;didn't expect anything from you. Wtv I did was just to make and see you happy. But afterall, it seems like I'm dumb and just a tissue to you. Being a tissue to sumone has nver been a liking. You'll use me wen you need me. You'll dump me wen you don't need me or after you used me. SighSighSigh. Nvmind. I've always put this qoute as a priniciple to my patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Do what you want others to do onto you. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;To B, you're another stupid party. Actually, you're not at fault but your actions put you into trouble. I've got nth much to say to you. You're close to A. You'll get back to A if there's anything, almost all time. Both of you have the same kind of thinking. I'm tired and sick. No matter how the story goes or turns, it would still get back to you and her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; please, this has got nth to do with jealousy or anything. Till now, you'd see that I don't talk to you like how we used to. Eventhough what happened are already bygones, this soft heart is still not ment. It may seem like a minor incident but the impact to me is oh so deep. No point apologising to me thousands, millions times, asking me why am I (still) mad at you, what did you do, etc. I'm not interested to know or say anymore. &amp;amp; I realised that nowadays it's not only I don't really entertain you but I've been rude to you too. Apologise for that. Still, it's kind of useless coz I'll still repeat. Herm. Understand me coz I'm still upset with you over uncertain matters. I'm confuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;To C, sth that i can't denie, I was disappointed with you too. You lied ! Eventhough lying is normal but this time round your lie to me was a deep one. By just saying that you're going out with your mom when actually you're not and after that I found things out, you're already in deep trouble. You knew it but smart of you to take actions. You talked things out with me before it was too late. Your "sorrys" didn't worked in the first place but you didn't give up. You went on pleasing my heart. The chemistry between me and you, the bonds we had were quite strong. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ABC were the cause to those rolled down tears. Gladly, there are people who were there for me, comforting me. Beloved Echarles, Syidah and Khai. Thanks. You guys cheered me up(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Last but not least, to ABC, I can always forgive but never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstructions #98&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/3123226481668768768-4965495309160282650?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4965495309160282650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/02/after-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4965495309160282650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4965495309160282650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/02/after-that.html' title='after that.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S23YYfQlkqI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ybI_5VbUQ8k/s72-c/thumbnailCADGM4YL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-5267531520205715001</id><published>2010-01-11T05:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T04:16:05.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my return.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As usual, time check, 4.44am. Haah ! &amp;amp; Yeaas, I know that I've not been updating for years. Wats' more it's alr 2010. Hehs. Life is changing every now and then. But still, like how I've always qoute it, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE IS ALL ABOUT MISERY AND LOVE !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;True enough ? I've been thru soo much misery in 2009. I dowan it anymore but still, there's no way I can escape. This is reality. All I wish for in 2010 is just "many happy returns" and "LESSER misery" can ? That's not much right ? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets just have a short recap. I met sumone GOOD &amp;amp; best new friends, I &lt;strike&gt;failed&lt;/strike&gt;/passed my Ns with good results for my standard(unexpectedly, lol) and I swear I had fun working at 1TwentySix for NYE ! Yeaa &amp;amp; so, goodbye to 2009 and say hello to 2010. New "things" cuming up ! :D &amp;amp; all i've got to do is just be strong and persevere, endure, persevere, endure, persevere and endure with wat's ahead of me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CURRENTLY.&lt;span id="goog_1263155800554"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1263155800556"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1263155800558"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;1- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm waiting for the clock to strike at 3pm, today. I've got to apply for ITE, April Intake. Sth foolish to share - I GAVE UP SEC 5 ! O.o Gays and&amp;nbsp;Lovelies are most disappointed in me. But well, I've made up my mind, no more looking back(: Thanks for having an interest at my heart. Is it suppose to be at my heart or wat my heart ? Hehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I've got myself caught up in between sth ! ARRGH ! Making me confuse and guilty. But I know that I can control things. (As always in mind)Do wat you think is right(: Early new year problem == SIAN ! I'm so gonna get this thing settled asap. Hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time check, right now is 5.18 AM. I can't sleep ! Eyebag is getting worse. Oh my. &amp;amp; anyway, today I really had a great day. Time spent with Norasyiqin and Smally at vivo den henderson wave. Great-loved people !(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till the next post. *much love and smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #97&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-5267531520205715001?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5267531520205715001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5267531520205715001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5267531520205715001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-return.html' title='my return.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-3125652743700461950</id><published>2009-11-21T08:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:41:08.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing gas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently, life has been great. I mean really GREAT ! Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its just full of humour. Every single day, I'd nver fail to laugh.&amp;nbsp;Laugh my lungs out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got more sociable friends around me now. I'll share more next time but now, I wanna specifally say about this one Joker. He's witty, funny, cute ! Hahaa. His my one and only &lt;strong&gt;"Abg Cute"&lt;/strong&gt; (Cute brother) &amp;amp; not forgetting me, his &lt;strong&gt;"Adk Cute"&lt;/strong&gt; (Cute sister). Sound nonsensical ? Kinda but it's really fun to have him around chilling together. He's always F.O.C. Not free of charge but FULL OF CRAP ! Lols. Why not take a look at his act cute / cute / fierce / funny / mute face ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Swcz4Pt2iUI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Cwq5FA1LQEg/s1600/000A053IlEw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Swcz4Pt2iUI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Cwq5FA1LQEg/s320/000A053IlEw.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Swcz4wvhO4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/yxU7lxJKvzU/s1600/000H053IlEw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Swcz4wvhO4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/yxU7lxJKvzU/s320/000H053IlEw.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; oh ! A totally unique thing in him. His blonde hair &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(leg) &lt;/span&gt;. Giggles. When he smile, so adorable. Trust me, if he see this post, he'll definitely feel proud as i'm praising him every now and then in this post. Hahaa. Talking about him, readers, do you realise sth ? His name is not reveal yet. Lol. Lame. Nvmind. Unnecessary informations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I'm doing this is because I wanna show and&amp;nbsp;say&amp;nbsp;that I do appreciate my beloved friends. I'm ain't racist, okeh ! I treasure every moments I get to spend with them, ALL of them. I cherish my friendship with them. &amp;amp; most importantly, I can say that I can't live with people like them as they are the people who makes up my day - Making it a better one, everyday *winkies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-3125652743700461950?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3125652743700461950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/11/laughing-gas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3125652743700461950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3125652743700461950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/11/laughing-gas.html' title='laughing gas.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Swcz4Pt2iUI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Cwq5FA1LQEg/s72-c/000A053IlEw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7688355904086122267</id><published>2009-11-18T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:48:20.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a night to remember or forget ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First and the last ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;161109 was Zirca night. Time eater but kinda fun. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SwL7dHFnNYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/DSz4-zCPXCQ/s1600/DSC04007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SwL7dHFnNYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/DSz4-zCPXCQ/s320/DSC04007.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SwL7e2ootZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/9T5QwIDd7EY/s1600/DSC04002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SwL7e2ootZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/9T5QwIDd7EY/s320/DSC04002.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SwL77-nT2FI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HsPnAIeW0ck/s1600/anigif.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SwL77-nT2FI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HsPnAIeW0ck/s320/anigif.gif" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;^ this picha is an anigif but derno why there's no motion ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life has shown much changes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-7688355904086122267?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7688355904086122267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/11/days-to-be-remembered-or-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7688355904086122267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7688355904086122267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/11/days-to-be-remembered-or-forget.html' title='a night to remember or forget ?'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SwL7dHFnNYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/DSz4-zCPXCQ/s72-c/DSC04007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1964377040967068336</id><published>2009-11-16T05:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:43:07.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-12 / 8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2012 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my one &amp;amp; only Robacco. She's leaving for Taman Negara tmr(sec 3 camp). For sure&amp;nbsp;I'll miss her. Not forgetting Wifey too ! The two lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-1964377040967068336?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1964377040967068336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/11/d-12-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1964377040967068336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1964377040967068336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/11/d-12-8.html' title='D-12 / 8.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-2565103211007205477</id><published>2009-11-16T04:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:42:26.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my only gays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is really an outdated post. Hahaa ! Chaletchaletchalet !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I SWEAR I MISS THOSE GAYS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-2565103211007205477?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2565103211007205477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-only-gays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/2565103211007205477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/2565103211007205477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-only-gays.html' title='my only gays.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-4275908376995433368</id><published>2009-10-31T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:33:27.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Neglecting this bloggy has been like a habit to me. Cool ?(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Anw, I'm lazy now. Blogger just kill the shit of me for the second time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Things just vanish out of the blue as I was updating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;ZZZ. I'll do some posting some other time. Sickening ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Good Bye !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #92&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-4275908376995433368?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4275908376995433368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogger-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4275908376995433368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4275908376995433368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogger-sucks.html' title='blogger sucks.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-5825056381584708006</id><published>2009-10-16T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T04:59:39.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new chapter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ultimate sorry for the 38 days of neglection. Haa. Has been lazy to blog and sumhow busy enjoying life after N. Huhuu ! So yeaa, last paper, Design &amp;amp; Technology, was hard, I went to watch Formula 1, I celebrated sister's bday, I made plenty of new friends &amp;amp; I love my life now ! Ups(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Real lots of pichas to upload&amp;nbsp;but maybe just a few. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteKZHgEH_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/1yjNEOwT8Hc/s1600-h/00200531EGd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteKZHgEH_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/1yjNEOwT8Hc/s320/00200531EGd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteKkWvP_zI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3jIjnirZrDo/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteKkWvP_zI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3jIjnirZrDo/s320/DSC01957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteK68B_1YI/AAAAAAAAAf0/lbuOgcDl3Xk/s1600-h/snapshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteK68B_1YI/AAAAAAAAAf0/lbuOgcDl3Xk/s320/snapshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteK1PnC9xI/AAAAAAAAAfU/_62LX8s9oS0/s1600-h/snapshot8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteK1PnC9xI/AAAAAAAAAfU/_62LX8s9oS0/s320/snapshot8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteK3suoNfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/1tKsaneDivg/s1600-h/snapshot4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteK3suoNfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/1tKsaneDivg/s320/snapshot4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteK4l3D0YI/AAAAAAAAAfk/8QVJr9rYdAc/s1600-h/snapshot9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteK4l3D0YI/AAAAAAAAAfk/8QVJr9rYdAc/s320/snapshot9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteK6OtY_iI/AAAAAAAAAfs/q8rFCyypGHI/s1600-h/snapshot5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteK6OtY_iI/AAAAAAAAAfs/q8rFCyypGHI/s320/snapshot5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gees. I really find that my life is much more, double, mega happier than before. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thanks god. You have answered my prayer(: I've totally get over with the past with your help &amp;amp; I'm really in love with myself and life now.&amp;nbsp;Thanks a billion for those ppl surround me, those encouragements I got, the BLESSINGS.&amp;nbsp;They cheer me up and boost up the confidence in me. I love ME, now !(:"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-5825056381584708006?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5825056381584708006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5825056381584708006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5825056381584708006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-chapter.html' title='new chapter.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SteKZHgEH_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/1yjNEOwT8Hc/s72-c/00200531EGd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-5105577474621855471</id><published>2009-09-22T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T04:16:06.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dump those miseries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First thing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeaps, am happy. Yeay ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Srfc2ADCx3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/EaRvEiS_YkE/s1600-h/SNC00388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Srfc2ADCx3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/EaRvEiS_YkE/s320/SNC00388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*3rd, 4th, MOTHER, 1st, 2nd*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Second thing, today, I mean yesterday(looking at the clock), day was great yet sucky. Stupid Cineleisure New Urban Male. But wtv it is, I sure love tdy despite the tiredness it caused.&amp;nbsp;K-pooled(: Now,&amp;nbsp;gonna let pichas do the talking. Am sleepy alr to elaborate more. Before pichas appear, sorry for this late post or rather long neglect. PeacePeace. Busy laa. Hehee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Srfc7k1PO-I/AAAAAAAAAek/W-rwg6tUesQ/s1600-h/SNC00406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Srfc7k1PO-I/AAAAAAAAAek/W-rwg6tUesQ/s320/SNC00406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Srfc4k9vUkI/AAAAAAAAAec/8_Lfwg8SGrM/s1600-h/SNC00405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Srfc4k9vUkI/AAAAAAAAAec/8_Lfwg8SGrM/s320/SNC00405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Srfc_autH2I/AAAAAAAAAes/nbl2nFAkeUA/s1600-h/SNC00422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Srfc_autH2I/AAAAAAAAAes/nbl2nFAkeUA/s320/SNC00422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SrfdA0E4HNI/AAAAAAAAAe0/j4TU2EetP3g/s1600-h/SNC00417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SrfdA0E4HNI/AAAAAAAAAe0/j4TU2EetP3g/s320/SNC00417.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NIGHTS !(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*yawns* There's school later =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-5105577474621855471?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5105577474621855471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/dump-those-miseries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5105577474621855471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5105577474621855471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/dump-those-miseries.html' title='dump those miseries.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Srfc2ADCx3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/EaRvEiS_YkE/s72-c/SNC00388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7081675798875094521</id><published>2009-09-17T05:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T05:42:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it hard to appreciate love ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You&amp;nbsp;know I miss you. You know I ♥ u,still. You know I hate those big fuss. You know I've always tried my best&amp;nbsp;to be with you despite the impossibilities. You know I've been trying hard&amp;nbsp;to make you happy.&amp;nbsp;You know I always give you chances. YOU KNEW EVERYTHING ! but why ?&amp;nbsp;WHY must it end this way ? try put urself in my shoe. TRY ! trust me, you won't feel good &amp;amp; u'll nver, i really mean NEVER, like how life has been treating you all this while. What goes around comes around, its time 2 wake up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, thats my current facebook status. I'm doing this on purpose as I want him, MUHAMMAD KHIDIR to realise that he's been taking me, my love and almost everything for granted ! What is all this shit ? Why can't life just be simple and upmost FAIR to me ? Why ? Miserymiserymisery. Has mostly been that. I'm tired. Seriously v tired. May not be physically but obviously, mentally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I feel like doing now is just SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM ! How strong my outlook may be, the weakness in me, no one would ever seen it or know it. People who cares, stop thinking or asking whether i'm okeh or not. I'm doing fine(:&amp;nbsp;I know very well how to cope with my life, my MISERY, just my Ups &amp;amp; Downs. &amp;amp; if I were to need help, I&amp;nbsp;would definitely&amp;nbsp;need someone to talk to, someone who cares to be by my side, just a good listener to hear my stories. Anyway, Thanks for your care and concerns yeaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But still, &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*BIG TIME SIGHS* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why must it F-ing turn out this way ? Thinking back, what abang said was true. "Things never always happen the way we expect. We are just humans."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, at one point, always expect the unexpected. Lastly, I wanna share my msn personal message too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"One moment, you're like a gold. Another moment, you're like a goddamn SHIT who didn't realise your true colours. Oh My !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rebecca, Neo, Abang &amp;amp; not forgetting OTAKOTAK, wher are you ? :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #87&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7081675798875094521?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7081675798875094521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-hard-to-appreciate-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7081675798875094521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7081675798875094521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-hard-to-appreciate-love.html' title='is it hard to appreciate love ?'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7549200926426016286</id><published>2009-09-12T15:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:09:02.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't like it this way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently posting at OCC, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, my story begins with, recently, I've been feeling v restless. Really wonder why. At nights, its not nocturnal but just insomnia. Even when times I get to sleep, it'll be an unsatisfying one in a sense that&amp;nbsp;I would wake up between time. That sucks. But, to think that I know why am I like this this few days, I still can't make an escape.&amp;nbsp;In addition,&amp;nbsp;it keeps on bugging me. Totally sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqtUGNdFEAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/iVqlYO9XrqU/s1600-h/Picture0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqtUGNdFEAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/iVqlYO9XrqU/s320/Picture0026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I miss Neo and Rebecca. I find that they're the only two, so far, that I can depend on, to listen to my stories and be a listening ear for me. Great people. Before I forget, I would like to thank Neo for all the advice. I'll try to heed it. Hahaa. Afterall, we three are trapped in the LOVE hole. Right, Neo and Rebecca ? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, I've been waiting for you to online so can you please online ?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've been&amp;nbsp;waiting for you to call so can you please call me ? ==&lt;br /&gt;Down down down ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Really an A Lonely September.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #86&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7549200926426016286?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7549200926426016286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/wat-is-unfair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7549200926426016286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7549200926426016286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/wat-is-unfair.html' title='i don&apos;t like it this way.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqtUGNdFEAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/iVqlYO9XrqU/s72-c/Picture0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-4049101372192600197</id><published>2009-09-09T06:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T06:38:06.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a mistake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently at sister's crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time check, its 6.09am when I'm beginning to start a new post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back at the date, I'm loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a match ! 090909.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nines day. My favourite number wor !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also&amp;nbsp;A Lonely yet Lovely&amp;nbsp;September, my bday month :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On this day, I'm enjoying myself. Forgetting all misery, leaving those worrys behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't be revealing what I did but I really love it and enjoy doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of a sudden, reminds me of the Loser gang joke. Hahaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jason, the blur one. "Ice so cheap. One packet $2.50 only."&amp;nbsp;Neo should know this joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In addition, How I wish everyday would be like this for me(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was all by myself. Did everything alone. Makes me sound like a loner but who cares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone need their own personal space right ? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqbYLW2s71I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Sm4KHJBc7IQ/s1600-h/SNC00021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqbYLW2s71I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Sm4KHJBc7IQ/s320/SNC00021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqbYNlt9c8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/o0tbeOuynT0/s1600-h/SNC00208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqbYNlt9c8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/o0tbeOuynT0/s320/SNC00208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*these are old pichas; using it to suit this post.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; so, i find today a great day, perhaps a memorable one ? Hahaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got nth much to elaborate actually. Just feel like saying it out that I reallyreally like today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The time I spent all by myself. NOT later on, English N Level Paper. Zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I'm happyhappyhappy at the moment now. Keep on smiling. Hahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds stupid. Everyone's asleep while me doing my own business. Crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To people who are reading this, I bet there are question marks in your head now. Hahahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets just leave this post as a mystery post. Lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take Care people. With much love, MIRAAAAAAAAA !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers for the 9 As ! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;End of Obstruction #85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-4049101372192600197?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4049101372192600197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4049101372192600197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4049101372192600197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-mistake.html' title='not a mistake.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqbYLW2s71I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Sm4KHJBc7IQ/s72-c/SNC00021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-4939587155379775772</id><published>2009-09-07T23:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:37:57.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exams could make you worry but not me(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was yesterday. Enjoyed times together with the loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly, I'm making this public as wat abang wants it to be. Hahaa. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*look down at the photo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got this shirt as my bday present from Jonathan a.k.a Uzi, abang !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A big thank you(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqUltN4DNoI/AAAAAAAAAdM/HbnNcxY-08Q/s1600-h/Thanks+Abg+!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378746788713019010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqUltN4DNoI/AAAAAAAAAdM/HbnNcxY-08Q/s320/Thanks+Abg+!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, gonna let the pichas do the talkings :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqUlsDOObOI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Ry3a1johKLI/s1600-h/06092009032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378746768673369314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqUlsDOObOI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Ry3a1johKLI/s320/06092009032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378748650611104834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqUnZl_JXEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/m14NqGVOLKg/s320/SNC00107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378746789817831138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqUltR_dTuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/b4_s_68uBUs/s320/bff.jpg" /&gt; Thats yesterday. Here's today thing.&lt;br /&gt;I almost flung my malay compo. FUH ! Its N level paper sumore. Jialat.&lt;br /&gt;But nvmind. Confidence talks it all(:&lt;br /&gt;Wat's next is listening and SS. Prepared to &lt;em&gt;buang&lt;/em&gt; my SS. Hahaa. So people, wish all the best to me ! Hahaa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #84&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-4939587155379775772?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4939587155379775772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4939587155379775772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4939587155379775772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-yesterday.html' title='life yesterday.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqUltN4DNoI/AAAAAAAAAdM/HbnNcxY-08Q/s72-c/Thanks+Abg+!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1673529993117950160</id><published>2009-09-06T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:28:10.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqNj4JobWLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WHigoJqBORk/s1600-h/123436824_7fc884187c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378252196319811762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqNj4JobWLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WHigoJqBORk/s320/123436824_7fc884187c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I declared that I'm not an easy-get-jealous-person. &amp;amp; i find it true. But, its on the other hand, natural for humans to have at least this tiny little feeling of jealousy. I don't get mad when my boyF goes out with other girls, talk to other girls just as long as he tell me ! I esp hate if my boyF hide things from me. Hide things could make me either worry or get suspicious over things, anything. &amp;amp; thats wat I don't want. What happened in the past is obviously sth unforgettable. I bet that despite all those people who had moved on, they could barely forget wat they've gone through. &amp;amp; this most lead to the word LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE is about "all the above".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Different people have different perspective. Some think that its better to be with the person you love while some think that its better to not be with the person you love, in a way that you and that particular person is not meant to be but you love that particular person. &amp;amp; so, you'd rather not be tgt with the person as you know that you'll be happy if that particular person is happy with his/her happiness. So which side are you on ? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking back at the picha above. Love is just an &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excuse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to get hurt. The bold word, excuse. I totally agree with Dom that if a person gives excuses, he/she is just tryna run away from sth. Trueness(: So now, is love really an excuse to get hurt ? Well, for my case, I don't think so. If you dare to fall in love, getting hurt is natural. Who would ask to get hurt ? Who don't feel hurt, anyway ? You fall down into the drain or wherever on whichever surface, you'll say OUCH and thats pain = hurt. So afterall, love is not an excuse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've been thinking too much recently. Feelings can't be put into words. For now, only Neo understands me. Thanks Neo, bff(: The more I think, the more confuse I'll get. Shall stop here now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #83&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1673529993117950160?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1673529993117950160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1673529993117950160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1673529993117950160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-blue.html' title='out of the blue.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqNj4JobWLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WHigoJqBORk/s72-c/123436824_7fc884187c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-2012528364080287397</id><published>2009-09-06T01:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:28:59.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqKpeuOyVuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/VTzYJfJXEvA/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its already past twelve so its a HAPPY BELATED BDAY TO JONATHAN a.k.a UZI ! &lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't disappoint and so, i turned up for that "planned" outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was good that Jon was planning this outing just to reunite us back but still, we nver forget his bday. &amp;amp; so, bought Swensens cake for him. Cookies and Cream(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mini surprise &amp;amp; i bet he'd like it soo much :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378047250305013474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqKpeuOyVuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/VTzYJfJXEvA/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqKnkE4kBhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Fayx2L_H7KU/s1600-h/Joyes..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378045143261906450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqKnkE4kBhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Fayx2L_H7KU/s320/Joyes..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqKnjvexD6I/AAAAAAAAAcU/YhmzRhWI9x0/s1600-h/Brothers..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378045137516564386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqKnjvexD6I/AAAAAAAAAcU/YhmzRhWI9x0/s320/Brothers..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqKnjGEMQDI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jAHc3U2AqvE/s1600-h/SNC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378045126399246386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqKnjGEMQDI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jAHc3U2AqvE/s320/SNC00049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Last but not least, it was a great, I mean really GREAT day spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good people stays. Bad people leaves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;LOL. Randomness. Well, before i end, I wanna thank abang for the belated bday gift. I OH SO LOVE IT ! seriously (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Abang. Loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #82&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-2012528364080287397?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2012528364080287397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/2012528364080287397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/2012528364080287397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/joy.html' title='joy.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SqKpeuOyVuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/VTzYJfJXEvA/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-5258274156868887963</id><published>2009-09-03T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:45:11.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOUT for the 16th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell yeaa i know this is real late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But wtv it is, HAPPY BELATED BDAY TO ME, yess ME ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks all for the wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks DREAMus for the KIDDO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Sister &amp;amp; Brother for the ADIDAS watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the seoul garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the concorde hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for all the unexpected things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am really happy this time, my sweet sixteenth bday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventhough I've only got two major present at the moment, I know there are still some coming up soon(: Heheh. At the meanwhile, I'm happy enough to have KIDDO and that my all time favourite, ADIDAS watch, to accompany me all day long. HAHAA ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376942624420698818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sp681CJAmsI/AAAAAAAAAb8/64Zj1q03UWo/s320/SNC00020.jpg" /&gt;Now, I gotta sleep. ByBye ! Zzz~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-5258274156868887963?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5258274156868887963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/shout-for-16th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5258274156868887963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5258274156868887963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/shout-for-16th.html' title='SHOUT for the 16th.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sp681CJAmsI/AAAAAAAAAb8/64Zj1q03UWo/s72-c/SNC00020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-8982021542371264281</id><published>2009-08-30T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:21:46.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 51st.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Michael to Mikaeel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday, vogue father ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpoZ2KbHHRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1cVFpjP1LFY/s1600-h/michael-jackson-luomo-vogue-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375637523521805586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpoZ2KbHHRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1cVFpjP1LFY/s320/michael-jackson-luomo-vogue-06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #79&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-8982021542371264281?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8982021542371264281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-51st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8982021542371264281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8982021542371264281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-51st.html' title='Happy 51st.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpoZ2KbHHRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1cVFpjP1LFY/s72-c/michael-jackson-luomo-vogue-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7694636028263241808</id><published>2009-08-28T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:28:25.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhang Jin's day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpeGLrOOywI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BfuRGyba3P4/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374912215429073666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpeGLrOOywI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BfuRGyba3P4/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; This happened few weeks/days back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to Zhang Jin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #78&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7694636028263241808?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7694636028263241808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/zhang-jins-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7694636028263241808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7694636028263241808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/zhang-jins-day.html' title='Zhang Jin&apos;s day.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpeGLrOOywI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BfuRGyba3P4/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7005992373236792804</id><published>2009-08-27T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:56:53.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day she smiled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpZgWxUkKXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WmhSYs_paeE/s1600-h/dre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374589149626247538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpZgWxUkKXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WmhSYs_paeE/s320/dre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Jiang Ling was absent &amp;amp; so, she's not in the picha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've decided to start my #77 post with this jumpshot photo. Yest, I was happy. Despite coming birthday, DREAMus alr celebrated it with me. Thanks girls(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventhough i didn't manage to meet them st after sch as I went to KKH with Rebecca to visit Caiying, who had fainted in class(so sudden), I still turn up for that mini celebration. Yeay !&lt;br /&gt;Was totally famished by the time i reach at the Seoul Garden, Marina Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consumed ALOT ! Shiok :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; So, I wanted to get myself a new wallet. Walked around. Found few nice ones but still, didn't get one. Prefer w/o wallet. Hahaa. Next, was supposed to meet Khidir but things changed. End up, I'm disappointed. I've got nothing more to say about this. Really, I'm tired :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, home sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE KIDDO !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks DREAMus &amp;amp; Chelsea for this love. Appreciated(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374590919162257602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpZh9xW04MI/AAAAAAAAAbk/k0VXBkx8Wj4/s320/SNC00213.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7005992373236792804?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7005992373236792804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-she-smiled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7005992373236792804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7005992373236792804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-she-smiled.html' title='the day she smiled.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpZgWxUkKXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WmhSYs_paeE/s72-c/dre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-5182429071727913505</id><published>2009-08-25T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:02:12.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday is the history. Today is the present. Tmr is the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tmr is also a surprise for me(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love DREAMus &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpP71UL4MLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/509l5dpuA2s/s1600-h/SNC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373915673753301170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpP71UL4MLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/509l5dpuA2s/s320/SNC00118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Can't wait to meet Kid &amp;amp; see my Kido :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'The Proposal' tmr &amp;amp; lastly, NIGHTS to all !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-5182429071727913505?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5182429071727913505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5182429071727913505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5182429071727913505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprises.html' title='surprises.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpP71UL4MLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/509l5dpuA2s/s72-c/SNC00118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-3028796225564047046</id><published>2009-08-24T17:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:43:50.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been thinking about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have been posting frequently now. Still, over at OCC. Really back tired after school. Rested few minutes on bed, watched few vids and now, here I am blogging. Sth, a word, just flashed into my mind while I was thinking of a title for this post. A word with a meaning of :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to pay no attention or too little attention to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be remiss in the care..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;disregard or slight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'NEGLECTED'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373467337753728258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpJkEub5lQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/hV33OknlZa8/s320/Loner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*no offence, rebecca :D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really find that this word would keep on appearing in my mind or even my life. People neglecting me ? Maybe in the past but why do I still have this feeling in me ? I go along with everybody, anybody. I face watever situation I encountered. I adapt to the place I fall in. I realise that all this is reality but what exactly is bothering me, making me feel neglected ? Or is it me myself is neglecting someone else ? Confuseconfuse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes, my past bugged me. Thinking about all the thangs I've been thru. The highs and lows. The happiness and sadness. The time I felt great and the time I was disappointed. Agony, Memories will always stay as an unforgetable thang in me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've also been failing to find someone suitable to talk to. Someone that would care to listen to my stories, share my laughter, my tears. There are people who cares to be one but I just don't feel like you're the right person to talk to. Its not the matter of shy or secretive but I just can't bring myself to tell you the A to Z in my mind. Sorry to you. What I'm thinking now is, a ear listener is no longer important but is "that thang" really my deepest secret ? Nobody knows about this. Its all in me and only me. I know that certain things are bleak to happen but is there any possibilities, still ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I'll dream as I fall asleep tonight."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-3028796225564047046?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3028796225564047046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-thinking-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3028796225564047046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3028796225564047046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-thinking-about-it.html' title='i&apos;ve been thinking about it.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpJkEub5lQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/hV33OknlZa8/s72-c/Loner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1167946786997128263</id><published>2009-08-24T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:57:45.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Early back when I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've realised that the balcony is my favourite spot now. Whenever I stepped out to the balcony and looked at the scenery outside, alot of things will come to my mind. And as I breathe in the freshness of the air, peace came to my soul. Hahaa. Doesn't sound like me heh. But watever it is, I'm speaking the truth now(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373203803623561858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpF0ZBTCmoI/AAAAAAAAAa8/z_M-QzSxCig/s320/SNC00063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeaa, sitting alone doesn't mean I'm emo or even emo-ing. A paper, pen, omnia and also the sounds around me have always been my company. Scribbles, raindrops and songs are taking me away. Hahaa. It has alienated me. Thats wat I like(: Created or rather scribbled my love story. I miss that filmart drama, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;18 Grams Of Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That drama has really left sth meaningful in my mind. And besides that, there's always sth a lesson learnt. Now, I'm not saying or dedicating or wtv to someone regarding this thang I'm uploading..So, peace(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373201635148002882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpFyazGLdkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/pPaF41ctPAw/s320/SNC00077.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember those days ? I know, you know(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #74&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1167946786997128263?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1167946786997128263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/reminiscing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1167946786997128263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1167946786997128263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/reminiscing.html' title='reminiscing.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SpF0ZBTCmoI/AAAAAAAAAa8/z_M-QzSxCig/s72-c/SNC00063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-733990705386597090</id><published>2009-08-22T11:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:07:53.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nver forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Posting again as (i) forgotten to share sth (ii) sister is in toilet so I can't bathe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so gonna say that I'm happy with my life at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Days have been good but yet a lil disappointment, as usual, but that doesn't matter though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In school, I have DREAMus, Rebecca &amp;amp; Loser Gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside, I have clique, Kido, Darling Fatt &amp;amp; Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At home, I have bed, tv, lappy &amp;amp; Sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*even if your name is not specifically stated, you are still part of them though(;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372631274330069906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/So9rrbeZG5I/AAAAAAAAAas/J-R1dV61aAI/s320/SNC00004.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for making up by day, everyday. Feeling so appreciative now. Hahaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Sister. &lt;/strong&gt;Things were shiok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Wifey.&lt;/strong&gt; Orphan was great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Kido, Wann &amp;amp; Kim Seng.&lt;/strong&gt; Where Got Ghost was hilarious yet nonsensical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, Ns are coming real soon. Pray the best for me, people. I really want this. I know I must help myself and start practicing &amp;amp; I'm trying, now. But wtv it is, I know that I'll try hard not to disappointment myself again and again when it comes to education. Guide me, thank you. I've gone this far by just a wink of my eyes. Let it be sth great, now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #72&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-733990705386597090?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/733990705386597090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/nver-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/733990705386597090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/733990705386597090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/nver-forget.html' title='nver forget.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/So9rrbeZG5I/AAAAAAAAAas/J-R1dV61aAI/s72-c/SNC00004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-4818801260578051437</id><published>2009-08-22T11:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:45:43.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to take a break; out of home.</title><content type='html'>Back to blogging again. Coudln't catch up with blog this few days as I was busy with life, as usual. Currently, I'm in this heaven.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372626012466330242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/So9m5JgUOoI/AAAAAAAAAac/nLv9g9M1uMk/s320/SNC00022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singapore Orchid Country Club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My family's favourite hang out(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeaa, headed to Sim Lim before to OCC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snap a picha with lil rascal, my one &amp;amp; only niece, in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's really getting rebelious day by day. 3 years old only eh ! Zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next year got to go to school alr. Hahaa. Let her face the evil education world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAA !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372627525407394162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/So9oRNpkyXI/AAAAAAAAAak/DExwiSEd8Rw/s320/SNC00008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today is first day of fasting month. I am fasting :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going watch movie again later. WUHUU ! Movie marathon !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Proposal(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta take a shower now. Post again later or tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-4818801260578051437?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4818801260578051437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-take-break-out-of-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4818801260578051437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4818801260578051437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-take-break-out-of-home.html' title='time to take a break; out of home.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/So9m5JgUOoI/AAAAAAAAAac/nLv9g9M1uMk/s72-c/SNC00022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-4505806857569673928</id><published>2009-08-18T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:19:18.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NC16- Some violence and intimacy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ORPHAN !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GirlF couldn't make it so its only me and Wifey went to watch. Was shock went we saw my PornStar, Wilson &amp;amp; Kenneth at Cathay Amk too. They are watching the same muvee too. Cool. So yeaa, we went in together, sat near to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Half an hour passed while watching the muvee, I'm alr pissed by that ridiculous-hormone-problem orphan ! Zzz. Really those who'd watched the muvee would totally agree with me. That lil kid which is actually a retard-fugly-33 year old woman is really a ****ER ! Waa. Cannot take it. But at last she died. So, still okeh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recall :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esther(That Bitch, Adopted child) :"Please don't let me die, mummy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kate(Mummy) : "I'm not your ****ing mummy !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Kate(Mummy) gave Esther a hard kick ! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Impactful sound*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;, Esther's neck break and bend to the left. YESS ! She's dead. I bet that everyone feels satisfied after that bitch-mean dies. HAHAA !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So then, as soon as the muvee ended, I straight run go toilet &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*zuum*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BUT ! Paused halfway. Saw Afiq. Had a hi-bye with him and off to toilet. First to enter cubicle. Hahaa. Funneh. The moment I come out, wat a long Q. Hahaa. That's for being slow :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kay laa. Wanna end my post le. Tired and sleepy now. Eyes like ZOMBIE ~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; heres today summary picha ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371338182775258594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SorTnmDPveI/AAAAAAAAAaE/F3fvh3sE8qU/s320/lovesssss.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First row : Kenneth &amp;amp; Wilson, Second row : Me &amp;amp; Wifey, Third row : My PornStar, Wei Chieh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-4505806857569673928?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4505806857569673928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/nc16-some-violence-and-intimacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4505806857569673928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4505806857569673928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/nc16-some-violence-and-intimacy.html' title='NC16- Some violence and intimacy.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SorTnmDPveI/AAAAAAAAAaE/F3fvh3sE8qU/s72-c/lovesssss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-8153174072986826126</id><published>2009-08-18T03:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:24:22.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world of confusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First thing first, currently having smileys and lotsa question marks in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Days have been fine. Its only that my mind is always in a chaos. At a time, I will feel disappointed, sad and at another, I will feel happy, smiling from ear to ear. Ns is just round the corner. Am I really gonna wake up and start bucking up or just stay the way I am like now ? I tend to keep my mind busy and make me, myself feel v tired or shag when act I'm free and not, respectively. Sumtimes what I feel like doing is just get shot dead. Haa. But its rather stupid though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371024392628086050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Som2OmqOJSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/mAereh6xOKo/s320/3822758410_af75286c0b_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Did by me but captured by WanTing(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sentosa on 140809. I would say that this day was a day to cheer Vivian up(: Thanks to those &lt;strong&gt;STUPID-NOOB SHIT ! &lt;/strong&gt;You people know who you are ! Like wat Vivian had posted in her blog too, Do Wat You Wan Others To Do Onto You ! Blind Shit, dogs uh ? Zzz. Anyway, out with DREAMus with Chels, w/o Princess is enjoyable. Eventhough it rained, we still have got things to do and talk about. Deepest Secret. Hmph. Lastly, there's more pichas to cum. Its the matter of me now, whether I'm lazy or not to upload it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Saved at 3.40am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lols. I've forgotten about my draft, not published yet. Had breakfast and bath just now. Hurt my leg after bathing, in the toilet. Was shocked to see a staple led stuck under my foot. OUCH ! A staple led in toilet ? == Anyway, gotta get things and myself ready for school now. Will update more after I come back today, which will be late as I'm catching a movie with Wifey and GirlF or maybe just Wifey as GirlF wants to do some revision for tmr's SS Test. Unlike me == Okeh, stop thinking and talking and typing. Gonna begin this day with a good mood ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-8153174072986826126?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8153174072986826126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-of-confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8153174072986826126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8153174072986826126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-of-confusion.html' title='world of confusion.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Som2OmqOJSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/mAereh6xOKo/s72-c/3822758410_af75286c0b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-8283680365115114213</id><published>2009-08-10T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:32:19.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;centre&gt;Well, currently i'm blogging using phone again. This shall be a short post as i'm not really in a mood to talk and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people would claim, I am proud to be a Singaporean. This is the country, the island, wher my heart belongs to (:  Whichever country i go, nothing is better than Singapore, trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated at home. Anyway, I love this year's national day song ! Unlike people like ben, who doesn't like or prefer or even appreciate this kind of song ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But watever it is, &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE !&lt;/b&gt; (looking at the time) (: &lt;br /&gt;See the moon and the stars ~&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Obstruction #68&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-8283680365115114213?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8283680365115114213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8283680365115114213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8283680365115114213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-home.html' title='My Home.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-2407947358992908726</id><published>2009-08-05T20:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:37:55.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sense of humour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As promised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love moments with them, really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl6d_qFncI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pQXhux1tU6Q/s1600-h/5736_139645395774_596320774_3722729_570040_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366455086711414210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl6d_qFncI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pQXhux1tU6Q/s320/5736_139645395774_596320774_3722729_570040_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl6drWO1RI/AAAAAAAAAZs/yyjjz53SKxw/s1600-h/hel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366455081259422994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl6drWO1RI/AAAAAAAAAZs/yyjjz53SKxw/s320/hel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl6dSkmD5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/O3pSKB4w4bQ/s1600-h/DSC03387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366455074608779154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl6dSkmD5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/O3pSKB4w4bQ/s320/DSC03387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl32e18YbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/TP_YetyrvjA/s1600-h/DSC03386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366452208864616882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl32e18YbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/TP_YetyrvjA/s320/DSC03386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl31mW8K1I/AAAAAAAAAZU/vIbRRF9ybAc/s1600-h/DSC03401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366452193702194002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl31mW8K1I/AAAAAAAAAZU/vIbRRF9ybAc/s320/DSC03401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl31Qu0qyI/AAAAAAAAAZM/oGl7xvFYKHg/s1600-h/5736_139631935774_596320774_3722562_4182058_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366452187896785698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl31Qu0qyI/AAAAAAAAAZM/oGl7xvFYKHg/s320/5736_139631935774_596320774_3722562_4182058_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl31NJKskI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zM_I8Le5tx0/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366452186933539394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl31NJKskI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zM_I8Le5tx0/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Days passed. She's 18th now(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really great and felt honoured to get invited to the party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventhough its not in a 5-star hotel, its still in a hotel. Hahaa. Food there was great, 18 bills, 18 chocolates were my favourite :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, i'm looking forward to Princess's birthday which is 2 years later ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wtv it is, Jiang was sick and so the DREAMus was not complete. But still, we had fun&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; ! &amp;amp; being the tallest was the best ! Hahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Princess, Vivian, Wanting &amp;amp; Chelsea, Thanks for making up my day ! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #67&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-2407947358992908726?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2407947358992908726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/sense-of-humour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/2407947358992908726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/2407947358992908726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/sense-of-humour.html' title='sense of humour.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Snl6d_qFncI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pQXhux1tU6Q/s72-c/5736_139645395774_596320774_3722729_570040_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7727545615262668894</id><published>2009-08-02T20:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:08:31.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lately, i was busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for not blogging this few days. Anyway, the event was oh so&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will talk more about it on my next post. I really gtg now. Take Care &amp;amp; before I end, this is a summary-picha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365349840908889266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SnWNQOMSrLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QhgPjrWkFcw/s320/5736_139645290774_596320774_3722713_3722676_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*NO EDIT*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From L-R : WanTing, Chelsea, Queenie(Bday G.), Vivian, Mira, Princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See that bangs-ster ? Hahaa. She's the tallest among them. Odd. Hahaa. Kay laa. Will post more pichas on my next post. Promise de. Now, Bybye ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #66&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7727545615262668894?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7727545615262668894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/lately-i-was-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7727545615262668894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7727545615262668894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/lately-i-was-busy.html' title='lately, i was busy.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SnWNQOMSrLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QhgPjrWkFcw/s72-c/5736_139645290774_596320774_3722713_3722676_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-4970544794608350025</id><published>2009-07-31T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:18:00.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>standing on two feets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SnLR8LNH44I/AAAAAAAAAY0/Pvqu5m5tI6s/s1600-h/DSC03373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364580937881871234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SnLR8LNH44I/AAAAAAAAAY0/Pvqu5m5tI6s/s320/DSC03373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Lil Bangs-ster "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-4970544794608350025?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4970544794608350025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/standing-on-two-feets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4970544794608350025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4970544794608350025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/standing-on-two-feets.html' title='standing on two feets.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SnLR8LNH44I/AAAAAAAAAY0/Pvqu5m5tI6s/s72-c/DSC03373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-6684165544276023682</id><published>2009-07-29T19:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:00:34.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that F day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Mac before school &amp;amp; guess wat. I saw this F butch whose F attitude is F cb ! Damn F ! F act cute like F ! Anyhow use &amp;amp; take ppl things. Please return laa hor ! Wat a F ! Have a F brain so F return ppl thing back. Don't think you can F ever escape from me &amp;amp; my sister laa hor ! CB !! You know who the F you are !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that coincidence meeting, my day become F sway. I've forgotten to bring F Entry Proof ! Wat F ! Luckily I was given a F chance but still, things were v jialat. ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm home. Famish like F ! Anyway, thanks to Z for the accompany today. Thanks uh Z ! Damn sian now. Got nothing much to say. Just about today, the F day. ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe catching a muvee later with dearest. Miss him like F ! But its still MAYBE. Lols. I wanna watch Obsessed :D derno if he want or not. But he confirm okeh wan laa. So now I'm hoping that it's confirm i'm meeting &amp;amp; watching muvee with him. Peacepeace(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tmr off day. THREE more days only to that party ! Wuhuu ~ Unpatient.&lt;br /&gt;Dress ? Pants ? Blouse ? Jacket ? Heels ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TeeHee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363850337604306306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SnA5dpFDhYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cP2HJbvLWoM/s320/DSC02976.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;who took my barbell huh ? Hmph..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obsrtuction #64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-6684165544276023682?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6684165544276023682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-f-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6684165544276023682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6684165544276023682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-f-day.html' title='that F day.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SnA5dpFDhYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cP2HJbvLWoM/s72-c/DSC02976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-480228759678292279</id><published>2009-07-26T14:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:47:30.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm intelligent but education ruined me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday's thang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe it or not. I went TP Library with Vivian &amp;amp; WanTing to study ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362663372030216386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SmwB7JvcCMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/l7G1n_d4o0s/s320/DSC03272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What else to study. Maths&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362663354177998306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SmwB6HPIzeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/nosXEqy2OLI/s320/DSC03263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Frankly, I hate cracking my brain when it comes to study. Derno why but maybe its a habit. Lols. Gimme sth fun &amp;amp; interesting to do, I'll do it. Gimme sth tidious to do &amp;amp; related to school, &amp;amp; I'll give it back to you. Prelims are next week. Oh my.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, I love those books ! Find &amp;amp; Read it ! Shiokness :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362663357904087554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SmwB6VHgagI/AAAAAAAAAYM/QwehAtoUCO8/s320/DSC03278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before I end, I was so shocked when Fadly Darling msn me ! That cute-hot boy. I miss him soo much laa ! He's currently working at Quicksilver, Heeren. Cool huh. Hahaa. Kay laa. Till here. Bybye ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #63&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-480228759678292279?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/480228759678292279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-intelligent-but-education-ruined-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/480228759678292279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/480228759678292279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-intelligent-but-education-ruined-me.html' title='i&apos;m intelligent but education ruined me.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SmwB7JvcCMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/l7G1n_d4o0s/s72-c/DSC03272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-4179663579965770997</id><published>2009-07-24T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:03:52.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore's Only Male Bitch !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;I found sth while reading the news on Yahoo Sg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check this out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fauzi Rassull&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Voguelicious&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; of all !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wonder Gays !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sorry tried to upload the video but failed. CLICK on the link, bitches ! :D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=co1v8lLYeKM&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Ffauzirassull%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2F&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=co1v8lLYeKM&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Ffauzirassull%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2F&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Witness Fauzi's blog too(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fauzirassull.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fauzirassull.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lastly, before you guys start clicking, those contexts may not be the likings of few people out there. Wtv it is, like I've said earlier, AWESOMENESS !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #62&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-4179663579965770997?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4179663579965770997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/singapores-only-male-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4179663579965770997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4179663579965770997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/singapores-only-male-bitch.html' title='Singapore&apos;s Only Male Bitch !'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-8129741145632755462</id><published>2009-07-24T16:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:37:25.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone i call " WIFEY ".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wifey = Vivian Gui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That funsize-irritating-cute girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're heartless towards each other. We're in L O V E with each other. We're not friends at all. We're once a stranger to each other. We're happy together. We're &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; lesbians. We're sincere &amp;amp; faithful towards each other. We're just a little bit &lt;u&gt;MORE&lt;/u&gt; than friends. Hahaa ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweetness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361938327003799858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Smluf-idITI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VdQ2hEBTxL4/s320/IMG_1464.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I will still carry her if she loses some weight :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Now, sth that she had posted in her blog. I read 3x to finally understand it ==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361938319663360274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SmlufjMW6RI/AAAAAAAAAX0/fWU4ZiDIMTs/s320/IMG_1472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" She wanted something else. something different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Something more. passion &amp;amp; romance, perhaps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or maybe quiet conversations in a candle lit room,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or maybe, it was something as simple as &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not always being second in his heart. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lols. Wifey, what's actually your motive posting this sia ? Zzz. Anyway, a short news about my artefact. Hahaa. Jialat. Looking better now. Polka dots :D Not at least care about it now. Getting sian. Have got journal to complete sumore. Things are really tiring me out. Next week, prelims. However, I dowanna be stress ! Pls no ! I won't be ! Hahaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husbandney&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; L O V E&lt;/span&gt; Wifey !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #61&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-8129741145632755462?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8129741145632755462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-i-call-wifey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8129741145632755462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8129741145632755462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-i-call-wifey.html' title='someone i call &quot; WIFEY &quot;.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Smluf-idITI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VdQ2hEBTxL4/s72-c/IMG_1464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1235576345473797709</id><published>2009-07-22T17:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:17:05.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he loves to say D I C K !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Design &amp;amp; Technology is the best &amp;amp; interesting subject ever in Sec 4 !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahahaa. To certain ppl only. [ AHR doesn't like this subject. Hahaa. ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361218615618520850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Smbf7QsnRxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2NjBiZK9gMQ/s320/DSC03250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today. Z was not around. So its just M &amp;amp; B. FYI, Z is Zhen Yan, M is Mira &amp;amp; B is Ben a.k.a DICK ! Hahaa. Peacepeace ! Hahaa. &amp;amp; so, am supposed to complete artefact by today but TOO bad. I've forgotten to buy those magnets &amp;amp; I seriously need to get some spray paints. Lols. As for Z, he's done with his stupid-mini grinder. Hahaa. While B, he's in the same boat as me. However, B always have an intention of completing his artefact before me. But I guess its just not meant to be. Hahaa. It'll nver happen, Ben ! Hahaa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we started working out on our artefacts.. Us, the first to start yet the last to complete == Anyway, B helped me ALOT today ! Both finishing &amp;amp; ruining ! ==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361222292204212658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SmbjRRC80bI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_4Vj5dPMeFY/s320/DSC03246.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361222299704288594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SmbjRs_G5VI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TaDGsw0GwPQ/s320/DSC03245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" WHAT EXACTLY MY ARTEFACT IS ? Guess, anyone ? " :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361218624921262658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Smbf7zWj2kI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kTJaBBKUBc4/s320/DSC03254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We did vice versa. He helped me with my artefact&lt;br /&gt;while I helped him with his artefact. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361218629685792978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Smbf8FGg0NI/AAAAAAAAAXc/utr6dUAx97Q/s320/DSC03249.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whatever we did to my artefact, it just turn worse ! Oh my. Only Z can help me. Lols. Texted him up &amp;amp; he gave me his word. He'll help me tmr. Z is great, men ! He could turn imperfect things to a perfect one. Sweet (: Unlike Ben. Peacepeace ! Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361218621114583762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Smbf7lK-itI/AAAAAAAAAXM/PylNCFCkQDY/s320/DSC03248.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*my hand and top right is B, DICK ! Hahaa.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; now, gotta chiong my journal. Sigh. I've got no choice. Shall snap a picha of Z's &amp;amp; B's artefact &amp;amp; upload it tmr :D Before I end, this is random. Kido got 22% for the quiz I made in Fb. Disappointing ==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1235576345473797709?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1235576345473797709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-loves-to-say-d-i-c-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1235576345473797709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1235576345473797709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-loves-to-say-d-i-c-k.html' title='he loves to say D I C K !'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Smbf7QsnRxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2NjBiZK9gMQ/s72-c/DSC03250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-3346779982514030906</id><published>2009-07-20T20:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:51:15.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll do it just for the sake of those lovelies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm back blogging. These few days are super tiring days for me. Did nothing but insomnia keeps me tired lately. Nevertheless, despite feeling oh so tired while having bodyaches here and there, I'll still be obedient and get my butt off places(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;180709, Science Centre &amp;amp; Mini Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As planned, Saturday, 180709, will be going out with Son &amp;amp; Wifey. But end up going out with Wifey &amp;amp; Sean, wifey's clone. Had lunch at BBQ Chicken at Np. My meal was super full-filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-da1af4eda1a8b1c7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda1af4eda1a8b1c7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332194282%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BDB1C1D5F0E986710D3614477929DFE8ACA0186.83DF0830F8FF42D5DCB185F2DDD405840B64E570%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda1af4eda1a8b1c7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVOLIwe7PMvFrhm4YQbYaHPnCNMI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda1af4eda1a8b1c7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332194282%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BDB1C1D5F0E986710D3614477929DFE8ACA0186.83DF0830F8FF42D5DCB185F2DDD405840B64E570%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda1af4eda1a8b1c7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVOLIwe7PMvFrhm4YQbYaHPnCNMI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yeaa, that's about outing with Wifey &amp;amp; Sean.&lt;br /&gt;After Science Centre, rushed to buy a cake &amp;amp; off to mother's place.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle's 36th birthday. Wifey say my uncle is still young after hearing me telling her thay my uncle is 36 this year. Lol. I'll post his pic &amp;amp; you tell me whether he's young or not. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ready to see ? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sorry for his messy hair* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its a mini birthday celebration, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546617680298690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SmR8v1TBgsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IiCYXNFlcn8/s320/DSC03174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahaa. My Uncle Kc who loves to talk crap, joke, lame &amp;amp; many more, is huge heh. Hahaa. Cute. Slept at 4am that night. &amp;amp; guess wat ?! At 6am, my 2nd sister wake up, twice. Asked me to accompany her to the hospital to visit her bestest friend, also her roommate. W/o talking much, I straight away had my bath &amp;amp; so is 2nd sister &amp;amp; there, we left at 7am. I almost fall asleep in the bus. Bus aircon shiok uh, that's why. Hahaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Minutes later, reached KKH, at around 8am. Registered and *wts* the person whom we register to, told us that its not the visiting hours yet &amp;amp; so, only one person is allowed to visit at a time. W/o bargaining, I asked my sister to go &amp;amp; visit her friend since she's more closer to that patient. While me, I went to buy breakfast for myself &amp;amp; waited for 2nd sister at the women's tower. She went down few minutes later for breakfast &amp;amp; went up again. There, me, a loner, waited for her almost two hours and fall asleep w/o me myself realising it. Hahaa. I received a msg &amp;amp; i woke up. A msg from sister saying that she's coming down soon. So yeaa, she went down &amp;amp; off we head to Tp since there's no straight bus to Orchard. Walked around &amp;amp; train down to Orchard. Few minutes before 2nd sister punchcard to work. Had lunch together &amp;amp; chitchatted awhile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time for her to work now &amp;amp; its now left with me, ONLY ME ! Gotta wait for 1st sister now. Waa. I super love this day. Hahaa. Only god knows how sleepy, tired &amp;amp; bored I am. Wander around town with stoney eyes &amp;amp; jelly legs. Most of the time I went to 2nd sister's workplace &amp;amp; rest there. Lol. 1st sister arrived about two hours plus later. Its a whole day of waiting. My patience is GREAT(: Hahaa. So yeaa, off to Paragon, next. Brother-in-law wanna get a new phone. No choice, have to tag along. Again, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;WAIT&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2nd sister got mad coz its over her break time. I was there and I just went smiling. Sweet :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After everything, blablabla..I went back to sister's place. Sat down on mini sofa for dinner &amp;amp; shifted to big sofa &amp;amp; Baap ! I've gone to dreamy world. Fast heh. Watched Harry Potter for awhile only. Shit. Woke up at around 3.40am as father was calling me. He fetched me up then at around 4am &amp;amp; then, I'm home(: By the way, on my way home, I rplied Otakotak's msg on Friendship. This msg is kinda true laa. Once both parties stop contacting another party &amp;amp; kept having wrong or different thoughts on them, their friendship can easily break. Sad case. Hahaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So now I'm stopping here. This post is damn long. Anyway, I shall introduce to you who is this particular "otakotak" that exists in my life. He's a great friend/guy(;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #59&lt;/strong&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/3123226481668768768-3346779982514030906?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=da1af4eda1a8b1c7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3346779982514030906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-do-it-just-for-sake-of-those.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3346779982514030906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3346779982514030906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-do-it-just-for-sake-of-those.html' title='i&apos;ll do it just for the sake of those lovelies.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SmR8v1TBgsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IiCYXNFlcn8/s72-c/DSC03174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7381050570018395304</id><published>2009-07-18T09:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:01:44.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit to blogger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was typing happily den I went "@^{+=$/&amp;amp; !". Everything is gone ! Like shit. == &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hate this men. Shall post wat I wanted to post next time(my next post).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYE !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7381050570018395304?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7381050570018395304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/shit-to-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7381050570018395304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7381050570018395304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/shit-to-blogger.html' title='shit to blogger.'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-8502206950380676343</id><published>2009-07-17T01:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:00:12.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #57</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reveal..&lt;br /&gt;Ahaa. You'll be shock to know who's that under disguise in Obstruction #56.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That Diva, Mariah Carey ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359119347270738450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sl9qpwr-4hI/AAAAAAAAAWc/I8UCBOL_gXw/s400/36c9c9b3a1818b08.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*soory coz picha is small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Lame laa. Anw, am too tired to continue posting. Just finished with new layouts. Thanks to Vivian Cullen for the lil guide but in the end I still did everything by myself. Hahaa. Smart me :D Eyes felt like lifting load. Lol. Gotta sleep now. Will post again tmr, promise(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahaa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;p/s : I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Otakotak ! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #57&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-8502206950380676343?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8502206950380676343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstruction-57.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8502206950380676343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8502206950380676343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstruction-57.html' title='Obstruction #57'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sl9qpwr-4hI/AAAAAAAAAWc/I8UCBOL_gXw/s72-c/36c9c9b3a1818b08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7362090269788653590</id><published>2009-07-12T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:34:54.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #56</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to blog. Have got nothing much to say actually but have got sth to show you, for you to guess. Hahaa. This few days, too much of facebook. LOLs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try make a guess. Who is this ? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357563949029384530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SlnkBqtV4VI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0H0z_ZjhozI/s320/5021_1021319313124_1829445393_46941_7976835_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you think this is a male/female ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you think he/she is a star or just a normal person ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you think you know him/her ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahaa. Just keep guessing. I'll reveal the answer on my next post. Bybye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Obstruction #56&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7362090269788653590?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7362090269788653590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstruction-56.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7362090269788653590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7362090269788653590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstruction-56.html' title='Obstruction #56'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SlnkBqtV4VI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0H0z_ZjhozI/s72-c/5021_1021319313124_1829445393_46941_7976835_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1219268345789429633</id><published>2009-07-08T23:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:33:16.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #55</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yest, Ice Age 3 with Wifey. Super funneh but kinda weird coz when it comes to hilarious parts, only us &amp;amp; a couple behind us laughed. Us, the loudest. Hahaa. Really unbelievable. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After muvee, headed home straight and doze off till 10.34pm, if im not wrong. Woke up &amp;amp; felt soo weak ! Oh my. Felt soo feverish and cold. Ate my antibiotic and doze off again till this morning. Didn't attend school today. Went to the doc and Hahaa ! I got 3 days mc. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll recover as soon as tmr. Gotta attend oral tmr at 2pm in school. So don't feel like coming but if I'm making my self absent from oral tmr, I'll be rewarded &lt;strong&gt;ZERO&lt;/strong&gt; for english. Wow !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, sth about me this few days. Funneh. Keep drawing potrait of myself. LOLs. Uploaded it for a sneek. Hahaa. Shall blog again tmr. Bybye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356112410400949746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SlS72_8ChfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/jhruI6PVXJ0/s320/DSC03088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356111751956509378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SlS7QrCpssI/AAAAAAAAAV0/f7U9wuqx0bI/s320/DSC03090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356111742445544626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SlS7QHnD5LI/AAAAAAAAAVk/6Ax06Jo0-KE/s320/DSC03046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1219268345789429633?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1219268345789429633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstruction-55.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1219268345789429633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1219268345789429633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstruction-55.html' title='Obstruction #55'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SlS72_8ChfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/jhruI6PVXJ0/s72-c/DSC03088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1448258521848116629</id><published>2009-07-04T05:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T05:46:49.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #54</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randall Shreve, my starlight !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354350673546467442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sk55kaucWHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5RSAXt79iG8/s320/n507416584_831078_1514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking about this guy here. He's a singer. Do you know him ? Well, I don't think so. Ahaa. I first get to know about him is a lil funneh thing. I was on Yahoo, searching for some pichas and there suddenly his picha appeared. &amp;amp; there, I find him cool. So, I took the time to check upon him. Recently added him on Facebook. Hahaa ! As a friend ! Sweet(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Short brief about him heh.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, he's recording this thang called 'The Entertainer'. He's songs are those genre of indie, alternative &amp;amp; soul. His band consist of 4 members(including him). Namely :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Randall Shreve - Vocals, guitar and piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tim Grace - Piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danny Klein - Guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gabe Marshall - Drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys can check him out at :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Myspace, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/randallshreve"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/randallshreve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Facebook, &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/randallshreve?ref=profile/randallshreve?ref=profile"&gt;http://www.new.facebook.com/randallshreve?ref=profile/randallshreve?ref=profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.Lots Of Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahaa. I love his songs, 'The Cure For Yesterday', 'Dancing In The Rain', 'The Kiss' &amp;amp; 'Pop Star'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gees. Shall post few pichas of him for you guys to have a look ! He could be your new &lt;em&gt;listed&lt;/em&gt; singers. Hahaa. If you guys are into his type of songs, then it'll be rather great ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354352112709103842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sk564MBjcOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-PK2iIKMZlI/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He's on the left(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354350233780321634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sk55K0eBfWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/E2SiSHdiDl0/s200/l.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; So, well guys, I'm loving him. Hahaa. I really find him cool, great &amp;amp; MORE ! Will link him in blog. LOLs. I'm krazy. Thinking too much. Good Night ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ps : I LOVE ADEK, STILL, OH SO MUCH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1448258521848116629?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1448258521848116629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstruction-54.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1448258521848116629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1448258521848116629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstruction-54.html' title='Obstruction #54'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sk55kaucWHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5RSAXt79iG8/s72-c/n507416584_831078_1514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-996110147545690631</id><published>2009-07-03T00:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:52:14.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #53</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahaa ! I'm back smiling(:&lt;br /&gt;Last minute decision to meet up and hang around. Met Darling Fatt &amp;amp; passed him the shirt I bought for him. He smiled. Much loves. Headed down from yck to D.B. Sth happened to Rebecca in yck, before she met me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To Rebecca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Soory once again, it's all my fault. I'm soory for making you face all this, alone. But still, stupid dogs screened you when you're actually leaving. Zzz. Watever it is, glad that everything is fine now. I really derno wat to do when you cried just now, with your eyebrow bleeding. Oh my. Thanks to your itchy fingers, take out the stud and now, the hole is closed. Anw, will accompany you to pierce again. Gees(: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to my story, yaa, went Ps to fetch Farhann Alves from work. As wat we've always been doing, once in town, Meridien is where we'll confirm go. Pool till 9+(pm).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lols, soory for the mini pichas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SkzfvUmFi8I/AAAAAAAAATw/eoViuS3kotE/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353900061111978946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SkzfvUmFi8I/AAAAAAAAATw/eoViuS3kotE/s200/us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Skzfu2MnJBI/AAAAAAAAATg/luls7LmDRXA/s1600-h/them.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353900052952065042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Skzfu2MnJBI/AAAAAAAAATg/luls7LmDRXA/s200/them.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SkzfuBwRMyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_n1uZkS2O6A/s1600-h/jojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353900038874542882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SkzfuBwRMyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_n1uZkS2O6A/s200/jojo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I almost forget, Ahaa ! Nice captured pichas of Farhann Alves(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353904040243284034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SkzjW8A6yEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/gBUwM3UbUoU/s200/alves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so, met TYR at D.B and went home together. Hmph. It really has been oh soo long since I last hang out with them. There are still people like Jon Uzi, Branded(Shaun), Dom, Gee &amp;amp; Rayner. Misses. Now that times change, people tend to change too. Wat's upmost left is just sweet memories ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-996110147545690631?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/996110147545690631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstruction-53.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/996110147545690631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/996110147545690631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstruction-53.html' title='Obstruction #53'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SkzfvUmFi8I/AAAAAAAAATw/eoViuS3kotE/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7799496135546350656</id><published>2009-07-01T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:26:59.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #52</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm doing good now. Whats left is just a slgiht flu(runny nose). It may make me feel irritating but at least I'm better now. Thanks Aqilah, Wifey for the concern alright. Much appreciated. Upmost thanks to Miss Chua too. She's the best when i'm sick. Sumtimes i may find her annoying, keep calling &amp;amp; msging me just to ask for my health status, but I love her though. Now i think that I'm troubling her. Thanks again Miss Chua. Watever it is, today is the last day I need to report to her about my health status. Great(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's brOOding my mind everynow &amp;amp; then is about this Kaypo, the coincidence guy I used to mention in my posts. We've been keeping in touch on the phone with each other w/o fail. And this is when my worry comes. I really derno how to start. Sigh. Nvmind, shall share when the time is right(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obctruction #52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7799496135546350656?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7799496135546350656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstruction-52.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7799496135546350656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7799496135546350656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstruction-52.html' title='Obstruction #52'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1810630838026417980</id><published>2009-06-29T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:00:18.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #50</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;View this, PHS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/439055/1/.html"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/439055/1/.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLs. Then, check out the video, featuring Miss Chee, the last part :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1810630838026417980?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1810630838026417980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1810630838026417980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1810630838026417980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-50.html' title='Obstruction #50'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7212368800215638184</id><published>2009-06-29T16:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:38:00.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #49</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Zzz. Day by day, I force myself to be happy. This disease really is bordering me. Why is it soo hard to get well ? Wats the point of eating medicines then ? Runny nose, sudden headache and diarrheo and loss of appetite. Wats all this ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumtimes, I'm just too scared to face this fact that I'm still sick ! When to the doc but he didn't say anything serious. Teacher called and suggest that I call 993. Msges from friends asking me to take care. All this are fearing me. Who knows if I'm one of the H1N1 victim ? CHOY ! I dowan. Coz if I'm really fated to be one, there goes my life. Real loner, death coming after me and all day long is eat medicine,MEDICINE,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MEDICINE&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352665442440513986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Skh83DotCcI/AAAAAAAAATI/gzwIxqcM6M4/s200/DSC02988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe, people might be thinking that I'm just too frustrated or something ? Like that father of mine. But well, I just don't know exactly wat goes around me. Who will nver start to worry about themselves when they falls sick for like almost one week, since they came back from overseas, and now this Swine Flu ?! Oh my. Wats best to do now is, I'll keep on swollowing those useless pills and just hoping and praying for the best from god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now that teacher and school is coming after me for my health status, everyday, and friends like Vivian Tan, msging me asking whether I'm okeh or not, have I seen a doc, etc, I feel really important. How great, to have people showing their care and concern towards me. Thanks, much appreciated(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7212368800215638184?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7212368800215638184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-49.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7212368800215638184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7212368800215638184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-49.html' title='Obstruction #49'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Skh83DotCcI/AAAAAAAAATI/gzwIxqcM6M4/s72-c/DSC02988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-4994108738860587090</id><published>2009-06-28T00:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:32:20.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #48</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;GREAT ! I'm doing good :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See doctor le. Cost father $80.20. LOLs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time I went Changi Hospital to get my eyebrow stitched, cheaper. $72 only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watever it is, I hope those drugs could help me recover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-4994108738860587090?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4994108738860587090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-48.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4994108738860587090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4994108738860587090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-48.html' title='Obstruction #48'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7462168140032867501</id><published>2009-06-27T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:37:39.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #47</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLs. 5 days down with flu. Still counting, NOT ! Seeing doc, later on. Was FORCED to go. Zzz. Father &amp;amp; that kaypo(the coincidence guy I used to talk about, he's my friend now). Anyway, after I viewed this site, I feel scared to myself. LOLs. &lt;a href="http://www.crisis.gov.sg/FLU/InfluenzaA/FAQ/SymptomsAndTreatment.htm"&gt;http://www.crisis.gov.sg/FLU/InfluenzaA/FAQ/SymptomsAndTreatment.htm&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got 5 matching symptoms. LOLs. Hahaa. Cool huh. Got all this sickness from my holiday trip. Should I thank ? No, I don think so. Main thing I wanna say now is, PANADOL FLU MAX is not working in me. Wat an advertisement on Tv about this flu max. == Feel so sick ! Zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, Ghosts of Girlfriends Past &amp;amp; Autopsy(R21 which I don even think it is) is a nice show. LOLs. Better catch it okeh. Gtg now. Tc people ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps : fuck swine flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7462168140032867501?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7462168140032867501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-47.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7462168140032867501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7462168140032867501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-47.html' title='Obstruction #47'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7584786798209242035</id><published>2009-06-26T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:11:42.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #46</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well now, wat else I'm gonna blog about. Its obviously about my recent holiday to Bandung(part of Indonesia).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nth much to talk though. Its just that when I'm there, I enjoy myself but keep falling sick. Zzz. Food there was fine but drinks there sucks big time ! Oh my. Must be wondering why I said this. Its just because I'm not into sweetsweet stuff. Any drinks that I ordered, I don seem to like it or rather finish it. For instance, I ordered Cold Frappe at Pizza Hut. Their service was good, better than Singapore's Pizza Hut. BUT, when my drink was served, I feel like I was drinking thick-sweet-milk ? == You know, the milk coffee hawkers use to make milo ? Yaa. That's the taste was like. O.O Seriously, there, I complained too much just because of those unperfect cup of drink i get. Zzz. So, photos speak more than words right. Thereof, I will let my photos to speak. LOLs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c96024e982da07db" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc96024e982da07db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332194282%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68FCAF9A6671A3893F368D5F3C1F6DE65AA9232C.682A9897F82F983A962B0F41C4DFC5E454629701%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc96024e982da07db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnFiDJxyRTy-IbfN8ci5GBXl-bDg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc96024e982da07db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332194282%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68FCAF9A6671A3893F368D5F3C1F6DE65AA9232C.682A9897F82F983A962B0F41C4DFC5E454629701%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc96024e982da07db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnFiDJxyRTy-IbfN8ci5GBXl-bDg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7584786798209242035?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c96024e982da07db&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7584786798209242035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-46.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7584786798209242035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7584786798209242035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-46.html' title='Obstruction #46'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-547168394336303123</id><published>2009-06-19T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:13:53.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction 45</title><content type='html'>Goodness ! This keyboard sucks like hell. Its all mixed up. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway people, I'm now in Bandung, Jakarta. Ahaa. Some of you guys must b missing me right ? Gees :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil things about the place here. To get cheap stuffs, their factory outlets are real cheap. For instance, here, the Braun Buffel wallet is approx. $25 while in Singapore is approx. $80^. Count the difference ? Hahaa. Plus, shopping malls here, the itmes are rather expensive though. Almost similar to Bangkok. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess this is all I've got share. Only second day here you see. Hahaa. More to come(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I derno whers the hesh key -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-547168394336303123?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/547168394336303123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-45.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/547168394336303123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/547168394336303123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-45.html' title='Obstruction 45'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-2228527714315011434</id><published>2009-06-17T20:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:15:15.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #44</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hohoho ! Busy packing things now. Haa. Can't wait. Gees. Will be leaving home tmr at around 10 in the morning as flight is at 2 in the afternoon. Well, wat I can think of now is SHOPPING,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt; ! ~Wuhuu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you people should know, wherever in Indonesia/Jakarta, there's lots of cheapcheap stuffs. So, when I'm there, all I gotta do is just SHOP ! Ahaa. Shopaholic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway to people who asked me to get them some lil things, I'll try okeh. No promises(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348286180437502178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sjjt8dYbqOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fzWz5xR3iJ0/s200/2474521488_42e143e813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, do TAKE CARE of yourselves, people &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MISS ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-2228527714315011434?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2228527714315011434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-44.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/2228527714315011434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/2228527714315011434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-44.html' title='Obstruction #44'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sjjt8dYbqOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fzWz5xR3iJ0/s72-c/2474521488_42e143e813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-5801103000330341063</id><published>2009-06-17T05:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:00:38.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #43</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well well well. Had a nice chat with Riduan on facebook about an hour ago. He's a nice guy(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Facebook is cool. Kel is loved. Hahaa. On msn wit him since I'm online. Hahaa. Great friend, he is. Funneh and krazy ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So now, I'm not asleep yet. Getting backache. Hahaa. Self torture. Stupid me. Shall blog more if I got the time later(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;MISS ME !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-5801103000330341063?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5801103000330341063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-43.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5801103000330341063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/5801103000330341063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-43.html' title='Obstruction #43'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1926651041069528620</id><published>2009-06-17T02:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:18:50.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #42</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*fanning myself*&lt;/span&gt; Weather at night now is really hot. GAAH ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with Kid, Farhann Alves &amp;amp; then Afiq just now, like half and hour ago.. Slacked under my blk. Spending last moments together before I leave for Jakarta tmr, thursday. Am excited but still, there's things that keep disturbing my mind. Like wth. Nvmind. As for now, I'm looking for my overall. Did I missed place it ? O.o Last minute pack is my style went going overseas. Hahaa. Khul but not good. Lol. Decided to bring along only two sets of clothing, undergarments,etc. Gees. The rest, shall settle it when I'm there at Bandung, Jakarta(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really gonna miss close buds within this six days. Haa, but its not long though. I'll be back with just a blink of eyes. Teehee. &amp;amp; also, will not be blogging till I'm back. Exclusive of tmr(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss me people ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End od Obstruction #42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1926651041069528620?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1926651041069528620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-42.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1926651041069528620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1926651041069528620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-42.html' title='Obstruction #42'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-3265299093987979550</id><published>2009-06-16T13:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:23:09.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #41</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Dearest Wifey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A good friend, one I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This friendship I hope will grow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you ever need me I’ll be there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to show you how much I care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We haven’t known each other that long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to end this now would just be wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This friendship will span across.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll hold it dear to never be lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I’m not the greatest friend, But &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fun times I hope will never end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your wounds I will always try to mend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The nice things that you have done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The kind things I hope to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope to always be friends with you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjcrlrchcaI/AAAAAAAAASI/c3Ii_8Saqrw/s1600-h/love.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 115px; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347791008843264418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjcrlrchcaI/AAAAAAAAASI/c3Ii_8Saqrw/s200/love.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-3265299093987979550?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3265299093987979550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-41.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3265299093987979550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3265299093987979550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-41.html' title='Obstruction #41'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjcrlrchcaI/AAAAAAAAASI/c3Ii_8Saqrw/s72-c/love.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-6425378145059817905</id><published>2009-06-16T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:08:57.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #40</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sjcm6SgcxnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ajjiVOBJ0W4/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347785865367963250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sjcm6SgcxnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ajjiVOBJ0W4/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm angry. I'm sad. I'm depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emotions sometime cause us to become &lt;strong&gt;angry&lt;/strong&gt; at a situation. Our mind causes us to become angry with others and release our despair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad&lt;/strong&gt;ness has overcome us all. Either caused by a relative or close friend's death or from the girl who broke our heart. We all handle situations differently, some good, some bad. But what makes us who we are is not defined by our times of happiness, but by our times of sadness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depress&lt;/strong&gt;ion is the worst of all sadness. We are hurt so bad that we stop eating, sleeping, hanging out with friends and sometimes even turn to suicide. Our worst nightmare came true and we can't find a way out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-6425378145059817905?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6425378145059817905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6425378145059817905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6425378145059817905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-40.html' title='Obstruction #40'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Sjcm6SgcxnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ajjiVOBJ0W4/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-6746528990716587301</id><published>2009-06-16T00:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:01:20.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction # 39</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjZ67DZ8uSI/AAAAAAAAARw/q37gZMZiIww/s1600-h/DSC02629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347596762494056738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjZ67DZ8uSI/AAAAAAAAARw/q37gZMZiIww/s320/DSC02629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M RESTLESS &amp;amp; BORED !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRRR !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLOL. Cousins went back already. Will miss them hard as they will only come back on September. Zzz. Now, currently webcamming with loved cousin now, Safia. Haa. The retard. While waiting for father. We're going out for dinner and then to Mustafa Centre. Lol. Stinky place ? Lol. Later for dinner, I'm gonna eat at 'that' place again. Wuhuu ! Am getting to meet the coincidence guy again :D Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, afternoon, went civic,causeway and then to marsiling. Went there to look for shoes ! I'm going to Bandung, Jakarta, this thursday, you see. Hahaa ! Excited ? Not really. Hehee. Once I'm there, I'm gonna get my hair done &amp;amp; HAA ! Shop for all RipCurl stuffs &amp;amp; Volcom if there's any. SHIOK ! Anw, ran up to aunt's place to see that adorable and OH ! I saw aunt's own expenses money for Bandung earlier on. Waa~ Like carzy. Too much for her alone. Hahaa. But overall, its 'RUPIAH'. Hahaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347595017106782770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjZ5VdVMejI/AAAAAAAAARI/feP1iJ99HDE/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeaa. She's 'that adorable one'(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347595140501177010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjZ5cpAtgrI/AAAAAAAAARg/IahJNij3hSM/s320/DSC02582.JPG" /&gt; So peeps, got nothing else to say for now. Shall update later, if there's any. Take Care &amp;amp; Bybye(; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-6746528990716587301?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6746528990716587301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-39.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6746528990716587301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6746528990716587301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-39.html' title='Obstruction # 39'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjZ67DZ8uSI/AAAAAAAAARw/q37gZMZiIww/s72-c/DSC02629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-440435326999349213</id><published>2009-06-14T03:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T03:43:27.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #38</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;To Afiqah : LOLs. Yess. Z.E is going back. Hahaa. Keep this low okeh. Shh. Hahaa. Will miss him &amp;amp; his family. Especially Kak Yana. Ahaa. That loquacious and crappy one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yet asleep ! Ahaa. Really spending time, minute by minute, seconds by seconds, with &lt;strong&gt;BELOVED&lt;/strong&gt; cousins coz they're going back tmr. Aiyo. Will miss them, seriously. They very seldom come Singapore. Thereof, who will nver miss cousins. Hahaa. Recently, watched Twilight, Coming Soon &amp;amp; X Men Origins : Wolverine. X Men is SHIOK laa ! Hahaa. A fan you see. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, just blogging. Nothing much to say since Aqilah had blogged for me earlier on. That Alex, going for taekwando match tmr. Best Lucks for her. Gees, I'm good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay laa. I wanna watch Wild Child. Another muvee. &amp;amp; then, follow by Charlie &amp;amp; The Chocolate Factory. Hahaa. Funneh. All asleep yet me, sister, Kak Yana, Abg Nuar &amp;amp; Meeza, still awake. All of us busy watching muvee yet Meeza is on the phone since just now. Hahaa. Funneh, she's the only one I know that keeps on singing the same verse of the same song. Like a replay casette. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here laa. Anyway, facebook is FUN ! Haa. I love doing quizzes there. Do create one if you don't have any yeaa. Cheers ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-440435326999349213?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/440435326999349213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-38.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/440435326999349213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/440435326999349213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-38.html' title='Obstruction #38'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-3197030454627609892</id><published>2009-06-13T10:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:28:21.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqilahh ^^'/><title type='text'>Obstruction #37</title><content type='html'>Hello CHICKENS.&lt;br /&gt;You should know who I am, Big Albert :D&lt;br /&gt;Okayy so MY GRANDMA'S COMING BACK BABEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*loud piercing scream*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenek is the best, she let me eat her fruits ytd ^^&lt;br /&gt;Meera slept at my place, BEST.&lt;br /&gt;They going out, NOT BEST.&lt;br /&gt;They as in Kak Yana, cousin, and the big @#$^#$, Abg Nuar.&lt;br /&gt;Coz shit says "You can't go, you got tkd" O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gotta make this longer.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ytd my dad went to put nenek in this sit thingy,&lt;br /&gt;I call it the "human trolley", HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad went to like "push" her around the ward,&lt;br /&gt;And told my grandma she sitting in a Mercedes, branded siol!&lt;br /&gt;My dad anyhow siaa. My grandma actually hit his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay good! OHH.&lt;br /&gt;I haven bathe,&lt;br /&gt;I haven brush my hair,&lt;br /&gt;And I stink like a monkey's ass.&lt;br /&gt;My sister smell like a PIG.&lt;br /&gt;JK, Afiqah offended seyyh!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna tell my dad, !&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;@#$##&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay gtg, BYEEEEEEEEE!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice: if you think this is Meera, you are sucha NOOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqilahh™&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End of Obstruction #37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-3197030454627609892?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3197030454627609892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-37.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3197030454627609892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3197030454627609892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-37.html' title='Obstruction #37'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-8895796728660685544</id><published>2009-06-12T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:52:48.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #36</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just got back from changi village and before that, hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the last day I get to meet my Zac cloney ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But nvmind. Can wait till Hari Raya. Lols. Stupid me yeaa :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, before I almost forget, I would like to specially thank &lt;strong&gt;WIFEY &lt;/strong&gt;for blogging for me earlier on. Thanks loved Wifey(; Also, thanks Wifey for being so concern about me. Thanks okeh. Much appreciated yeaa(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, smsing with Beloved Kak Yana. Lol. She uh, v funneh but sumtimes irritating. Hahaa. Love her laa seh.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Pssp, she's Zac cloney's sister. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gees. LAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! Not happy with sumone just now. Like wat the fleck not ? -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-8895796728660685544?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8895796728660685544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8895796728660685544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/8895796728660685544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-36.html' title='Obstruction #36'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1475893321534390195</id><published>2009-06-11T21:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:21:46.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #35</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HelloHello, -test mic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good evening, reporter wifey here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a huge&amp;amp;ultra&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;latest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;global news to report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheerscheers! Woohoooo! -do wave~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, lets get this serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346070837254838466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjEPGg6mWMI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EEKoNKtOm3k/s320/big-barney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This purple dinosaur's grandma is almost FULLY RECOVER! YAYYY! -cheers again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She just visited her and she said that her grandma is back to her normal self! CHEERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Normal as in now can sit&amp;amp;talk like normal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's bedridden no more! Woohooo! -cheers again! -do wave~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lastly, her pray to heaven has been granted! &lt;strong&gt;THANKS GOD&lt;/strong&gt;! muacksmuacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346070838874126706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjEPGm8quXI/AAAAAAAAAQw/lyTIYkwhFis/s320/RecoverNow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yayyyyyy!! She's &lt;strong&gt;RECOVER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;NOW&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjEPRoddZNI/AAAAAAAAARA/UZbuSwBldMo/s1600-h/healthy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346071028258661586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjEPRoddZNI/AAAAAAAAARA/UZbuSwBldMo/s320/healthy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back to normal lifestyle, gather with family once again&amp;amp;leading a happy lifestyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last but not least, this is for you, BARNEY! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Must muacksmuacks me&amp;amp;love me like how to love Efron kkkkkkkkkk! HOHO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjEPGRd_sSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Of9tgmUKT3o/s1600-h/zac4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346070833108332834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjEPGRd_sSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Of9tgmUKT3o/s320/zac4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dearest EFRON, lurbbxzxz him like how i love purple dinosaur! :P -blush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1475893321534390195?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1475893321534390195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-35-hellohello-test-mic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1475893321534390195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1475893321534390195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-35-hellohello-test-mic.html' title='Obstruction #35'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjEPGg6mWMI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EEKoNKtOm3k/s72-c/big-barney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-4303687853995741915</id><published>2009-06-11T17:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:27:14.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #34</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjDJlrFGRqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z5NpsLoYSvU/s1600-h/DSC02524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345994406745228962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjDJlrFGRqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z5NpsLoYSvU/s320/DSC02524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gees. Must be wonder why that was the first pic. Hahaa. Just a short introduction. The most right is the clone. HAHAA ! If you follow up or read my 'Obstruction #31', You would know bout this clone here. Hahaa. Anyway, this was at my cousin's place. Next is, MONSTERS VS ALIENS 3D at Tampines Mall with Rebecca Yeo, the FAKE lulu. Lol. Shall rate that movie, 3/5. Not that fascinating laa. After movie, walked around tampines(Tampines 1 is nothing special;same as normal shopping centres.) Dropped by Uniqlo, its like a shop selling all plain clothes. Prefer Cotton On(: &amp;amp; ToysRUs too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, after tired walking around Tampines, headed down to K Pool, Amk. Sumone bang onto me. That RANDALL ! I asked him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me : "Randall, wat if the person you bang onto is not me ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Him : "Ah..I slap the person then run uh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Rebecca : "HAHAHAA !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjDJljlfvcI/AAAAAAAAAQY/oWSyWLymZzU/s1600-h/lhjg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345994404733631938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjDJljlfvcI/AAAAAAAAAQY/oWSyWLymZzU/s320/lhjg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjDJlUim_aI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JtLoFQrChFg/s1600-h/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345994400694992290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjDJlUim_aI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JtLoFQrChFg/s320/hahaha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, that was all. About hospital, didn't went to visit grandma yesterday and the day before. Went out Rebecca &amp;amp; stayed home coz tired, you see. Now, blogging while waiting for father to get ready &amp;amp; then, we're off to hospital. Two days nver meet that clone. So, today will be. Hehee. Tmr he's going back :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now. Bybye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-4303687853995741915?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4303687853995741915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/gees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4303687853995741915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4303687853995741915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/gees.html' title='Obstruction #34'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SjDJlrFGRqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z5NpsLoYSvU/s72-c/DSC02524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-3552311884774947210</id><published>2009-06-09T11:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:48:38.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #33</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haa. The first to visit grandma. Lol. Spent plenty of time with her and sister. We even had lunch together. Grandma fed us with her meal. She said that she don't really have the appetite to eat. Guess wat, sister actually finished up the whole plate of oranges. It's really soft and sweet. Perfect. Anyway, Yeay ! Doctor said that grandma is a strong women and she is recovering, getting better and better. Yesterday, she's changed to the normal ward. Aah, thanks god. I LOVE YOU(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not visiting grandma today. Coz I remember doc said that grandma need to talk less and rest more. So, today is an off day for me(: Go watch movie.Lol. With Rebecca Yeo. The FAKE Lulu ? Hahaa ! Monsters vs Aliens, 3D. It may seem so old laa but still, both of us are really eager to watch. Hahaa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I stand a chance to meet Zac Efron's clone today ? Gees ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-3552311884774947210?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3552311884774947210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-33.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3552311884774947210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3552311884774947210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-33.html' title='Obstruction #33'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-6325434942391992653</id><published>2009-06-08T15:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:51:03.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #32</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gaah ! slept at 9.30+ this morning &amp;amp; woke up at 1.15pm. Derr. Not sleepy at all. Wonder whye. Could it be &lt;strong&gt;INSOMNIA &lt;/strong&gt;? Hahaa. Now, waiting for father to come back &amp;amp; , where else, off to hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Heaven : " Dear God, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every single day, every single minute, I pray to you. Pray for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the best for my most beloved grandma. Pray that she'll be at her best &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;health each day. Pray that she'll be as fresh as she used to be. Pray that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she won't have to go through the agony she's facing now. Pray for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grandma to recover as soon as possible. Pray that she'll have her sweetest &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dream in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;her sleep. Pray that miracle would happen. Pray that I was told &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that grandma could go home today as soon as I wake up from my sleep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and there, I'll be smiling from ear to ear and the first to meet up with her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with my sister. Pray that she'll have good meals that would boost up her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;energy. Pray that our visits to her will brighten up her days. Pray that I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wouldn't have to go to the hospital anymore. Pray that I could hear her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;voice loud and clear, cheerfully call-out my name, MIRA ! Pray that she &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;won't be in this state anymore coz its really hurting my heart, especially &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my sister's heart. My sister is the only granddaughter that was taken care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by grandma since she was young and so, their bond is much stronger. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU nek ); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-6325434942391992653?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6325434942391992653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6325434942391992653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6325434942391992653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-32.html' title='Obstruction #32'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-6052878521162430362</id><published>2009-06-08T04:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T05:19:30.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Back. Visited grandma again. Soory Andy, can't accompany you to Sticky, as promised. It was last minute, soon after I heard that she was transfered to CCU(a ward for much serious patients;under nurse supervision for 24hrs). Was really shocked laa. Yesterday she seems really okeh. But out of the blue, her heartbeat went beating faster than it used to be and there, off to CCU. Zzz. Was the last to visit grandma again. Me &amp;amp; sister together spent the longest time visiting grandma, since we're the last two. Hahaa. Super can't bare to see her at this state, again. &amp;amp; again, grandma talked about money. Zzz. She's really kind hearted &amp;amp; not selfish at all, in any way. We had a good chat together, pictures taken, again. Then, guess it's time to go. Soon as sister shut the door, HAHAA ! Eyeballs was as red as I derno wat. Tears rolled down her cheeks non-stop sia. The most-loved granddaughter mah. I acted to be cool laa. BUT ! Gees. Cried also. Funneh. Went inside the elevator &amp;amp; looked at ourselves. Waa~ Eyes like vampire woaah. Again, Funneh. Laughed while crying. Shall not elaborate more on wat happened in hospital laa coz it's damn funneh, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was headed back to aunt's house with Zac Efron's clone(my long-time-no-see cousin;the one cuter than Farhann Alves. Hahaa !) Krazy over own cousin. Shitty. Lol. Had dinner while watching Night At The Museum. Gees. Nice movie. After then, chatted with Aqiqi all the way. Talked about lots of stuffs, including the cute one. Hehee :D So now, reached home few minutes ago. Again, had supper. Coincidence guy not there. Zzz -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natin more to add on for now. Left with the pictures taken earlier on(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344695761207961122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SiwsejdWJiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/D4v0HSwKxWI/s320/DSC02497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344695765112140898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SiwseyALNGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9ZW7D3IyQ4c/s320/DSC02494.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Her heartbeat. Don't exactly know how to read the screen. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344695763550319106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SiwsesLzsgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/SfMNaD49FmE/s320/DSC02499.JPG" /&gt;She's looking at me. Huhuu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Qoutey : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Nothing's more important than family, biological family."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-6052878521162430362?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6052878521162430362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-31.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6052878521162430362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/6052878521162430362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-31.html' title='Obstruction #31'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/SiwsejdWJiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/D4v0HSwKxWI/s72-c/DSC02497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-3435716493836324827</id><published>2009-06-07T02:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T05:45:43.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey. Very long nver blog. Busy ? Maybe(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, got lots of things to say but just don't find it more important than my visit to SGH this afternoon. Went there to visit my cute-lovey grandma. She's been admitted to the hospital since four days ago. She had her operation two days ago, operated her arteries near the lungs there. I was the last to visit her. So yaa, I really can't bare to see her at that state, seriously. Wanted to cry but all I could do was to control coz if I were to cry, grandma would also cry, you see. In short, I dowan her to be more sad laa. Had few pics taken with her and so do father. Gees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soory coz I uploaded one only. TeeHee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344290181408512754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Siq7ms92WvI/AAAAAAAAANo/Pci9a97FwAg/s320/DSC02491-crop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Continue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now let me ask you guys sth. Would you still take the money given by your grandma when she's in this kind of state eventhough she's got a fortune at home ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, my own answer will be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma really forced me to take it. Money flew, I catched. Hahaa. In the end, I still take after her insist-ation. Out from the ward, gave father. Lol. I really derno why it's really hard for me to accept $$ from grandma while it's super easy for sister. Like shit ! Zzz. How rich my grandma can be but still, I dowan her money. Hahaa. Not tryna be arrogant or wat laa but just dowan lo. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So next up after hospital, went cousin home, had a lil praying for grandma as so she will faster recover,etc(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, to Farhann Alves, I've found sumone cuter than you ! LOLs. Who ? My own long-time-nver-see cousin. Gees. He's sosoo cute. I bet Qiqi would agree with that too. But naa, afterall, he's my &lt;u&gt;COUSIN &lt;/u&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed home but before that, went for supper and HAHAA ! I saw the coincidence guy ! Love it men ;D He waved goodbye to me. Hahaa. Sound childish/funneh/krazy heh. Nvmind. Shall meet up again, coincidence guy. MEET as in NOT coincidencely okeh :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As if he know that I'm writing this to him. He don't even know my blog ! Oh my. I'm polluted by him. Hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Qoutey : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Nver give up faith on the person you LOVE. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" There's no wrong befriending a stranger. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-3435716493836324827?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3435716493836324827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3435716493836324827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/3435716493836324827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstruction-30.html' title='Obstruction #30'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/Siq7ms92WvI/AAAAAAAAANo/Pci9a97FwAg/s72-c/DSC02491-crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-4656735239109946602</id><published>2009-05-30T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T05:44:19.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #29</title><content type='html'>Haa. It has been kinda long since i last post yeaa. Got lots of thangs to say but time just not allowing. Now itself, i'm using phone to post. So, yeayeaa. Will post up the 'lots of thangs' soon when i got the time yeaa. More, now its the june hols, but still its not time yet. Really busy. All thanks to DnT. But nvmind, i love it though (:&lt;br /&gt;Well people, i guess i got to go now. Got HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 2, MONSTER INC. &amp;amp; MANJA LARA to catch. Gees. Anywayanyway, HAPPY GORGEOUS HOLIDAY PEOPLE ! have super plenty of rest aye. Especially those people like me, pressure-dice by school's stuffs. So yeaa, this is soo call a break for us ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-4656735239109946602?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4656735239109946602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/obstruction-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4656735239109946602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/4656735239109946602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/obstruction-29.html' title='Obstruction #29'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-208322168220785699</id><published>2009-05-24T13:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:19:48.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #28</title><content type='html'>Back after 2 days of rest. That should be enuf yeaa. Anyway, just stayed home. Sian. Friday met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DARLING FAT, PRETTYBOY, BRANDED, DOM DOMINO &amp;amp; BOBBY . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;May not know Bobby but nvmind. I know his name though :D Sure miss them laa. Darling fat, prettyboy &amp;amp; branded especially. Been very close to them in PHS last time. Gees. They're the bestest friend. On phone with Darling fat last night. He's sure very busy with sms every minute. &amp;amp; so didn't get to talked much. Ended call after around 20 minutes of talking ? Promised him to get sth for him in Jakarta. &amp;amp; don't worry Darling, i won't forget to get a shirt for you alright(: LOVElove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-208322168220785699?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/208322168220785699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/obstruction-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/208322168220785699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/208322168220785699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/obstruction-28.html' title='Obstruction #28'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7943456909974770501</id><published>2009-05-21T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:41:23.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #27</title><content type='html'>Zzz. Just viewed wifey's blog. LOLOL ! I proved her wrong ! Haa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wifey, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Hahaa. Right. I blogged okeh. This time round, I say means I do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                    Gees. Anyway, about the queue at bubble tea you mentioned in your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                    blog. HAHAHAA ! Funneh ! 10 cents as a repay ! Wat shit is dat. CJC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                    nooby ? Yayayaa. Agree laa hor. Dernno wats more to post here for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                    you. Kay laa. Lovelove. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7943456909974770501?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7943456909974770501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/obstruction-27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7943456909974770501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7943456909974770501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/obstruction-27.html' title='Obstruction #27'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-7502872647338377278</id><published>2009-05-20T23:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T05:23:24.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #26</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ Scheduled Post ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people ! Real soory for the lack of updates yeaa. Busy. But nvmind, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Vivian, NEO &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wifey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, stop saying, I'm blogging now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is story is looooong ago. Guess wat ?! Got PINCHED twice by malay teacher ! Oh my ! 3 days swollen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song bo ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shall not elaborate more on this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next is, on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May 2009, woke up real early &amp;amp; off to Raffles with mother. For wat ?! Ahaa. To take bursary laa ! Yeay ! moneymoney :D Got $300.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*kechingkeching*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, met up with Ecal Furtado &amp;amp; went to geylang. Imagine people, weather was real &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; I end up carrying lots of groceries. Super heavy ! Super shag ! Hailed cab &amp;amp; WAA ! power. The taxi driver didn't even helped to open the door or boot ! F ! Out of anger, guess wat I did ?! HAHAA ! I threw &amp;amp; left my rubbish in the boot ! Sound childish ? But nvmind. I'm happy with that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on is on the 19 May 2009. Skipped &lt;strong&gt;1st : &lt;/strong&gt;Maths remedial &lt;strong&gt;2nd : &lt;/strong&gt;Netball training &lt;strong&gt;3rd : &lt;/strong&gt;NAPFA(5 stations). Best huh. Thereafter, wher I went was jalanjalan with &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Hahaa ! Had dinner at Cafe Galilee at Northpoint library, yishun. Food was yummy with lots &amp;amp; lots of cheese :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As for today, yeaayeaa. I went to Clarke Quay. Who else if it had not been for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Travel all the way from Yio Chu Kang to Central, Clarke Quay, just to buy a packet of sweet. =.= But I was blinded by love. I do anything for my loved ones but sumtimes, see how laa :D Skipped NAPFA(2.4m) again. Anyway, eventhough I was tired &amp;amp; actually intended to faster buy &amp;amp; faster go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;home to rest/sleep, I &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wifey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;still enjoy ourselves &amp;amp; waste time there. Sweet was nice, Chippy for lunch(fav.) &amp;amp; walked around Clarke Quay(:&lt;br /&gt;Checked out how much is the pricing to the extreme bungy &amp;amp; reverse swing. $40-$45. Ex ? Like derr. Still, one day must try :D While me, excited over this bungy jumpy,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; is exaggerating about her, wanting to go to the Chinese Heritage Centre, Chinatown. Zzz. Lame ? Yalaa ! Then, to please her, I said that I would help her find the place since she doesn't know wher it is. Hahaa. Like that oso can huh. Gees. Headed home then. Bounced back. Switched phone &amp;amp; iTouch to listen to music(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5.30pm, home sweet home ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roastery Chicken Leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337936926646470098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQpWmo0BdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ltg7117eH5A/s320/DSC02206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting No. 9(fav.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQpWjxPPdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dImYITcoryI/s1600-h/DSC02205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337936925876501970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQpWjxPPdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dImYITcoryI/s320/DSC02205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galilee Special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQpWlbrGvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jrBN3Q-atOA/s1600-h/DSC02203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337936926322924274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQpWlbrGvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jrBN3Q-atOA/s320/DSC02203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wifey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bought this &amp;amp; shared with me. How lovely ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQpXFjwN5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Hj6-UEkYWOQ/s1600-h/DSC02235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337936934946748306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQpXFjwN5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Hj6-UEkYWOQ/s320/DSC02235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQpWyfRYAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/t2ofMwFRRYw/s1600-h/DSC02238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337936929827676162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQpWyfRYAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/t2ofMwFRRYw/s320/DSC02238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Disco Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQrLuq-HFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JPzpo-eGcBQ/s1600-h/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337938938847698002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQrLuq-HFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JPzpo-eGcBQ/s320/DSC02247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disco Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQrLAqnG1I/AAAAAAAAANA/Rq7ZDJZHXiw/s1600-h/DSC02248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337938926498159442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQrLAqnG1I/AAAAAAAAANA/Rq7ZDJZHXiw/s320/DSC02248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQrLSM8wmI/AAAAAAAAANI/p194I3e7Hr0/s1600-h/DSC02246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337938931205587554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQrLSM8wmI/AAAAAAAAANI/p194I3e7Hr0/s320/DSC02246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.B.F(Salt &amp;amp; Vinegar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Mayonnise &amp;amp; Ketchup taste better. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQrL9xovaI/AAAAAAAAANg/m0zk0DMGaxg/s1600-h/DSC02239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337938942902189474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQrL9xovaI/AAAAAAAAANg/m0zk0DMGaxg/s320/DSC02239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQrLgSFbwI/AAAAAAAAANY/rI7g8SCliMI/s1600-h/DSC02240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337938934985223938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQrLgSFbwI/AAAAAAAAANY/rI7g8SCliMI/s320/DSC02240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quotey : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life's great with your loved ones."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Learn to give in to the person you love be it least or most."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-7502872647338377278?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7502872647338377278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/obstruction-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7502872647338377278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/7502872647338377278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/obstruction-26.html' title='Obstruction #26'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/ShQpWmo0BdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ltg7117eH5A/s72-c/DSC02206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123226481668768768.post-1987312068474181526</id><published>2009-05-14T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:04:21.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstruction #25</title><content type='html'>hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today school was fun, as usual. Learnt facts on &lt;em&gt;" Water Safety, Water Bodies, etc."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment it was really boring, seriously. Sec 3 was really noisy. Hahaa. Meaning that includes WIFEY. Ahaa ! I'm gonna die if she reads this but nvmind. It's true, anyway. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qoutey : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Each life drown is still one life too many.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was surprised moments. Haa. Did somehow well for Science( Physics &amp;amp; Biology ) &amp;amp; a well done for Design &amp;amp; Technology ! Yeay ! Since sec 3, my interest in D &amp;amp; T nver change ! In additional, so far, nver fail before siol ! Ahaa. Really hope to be in this passing range till it comes to N LeVeL paper. Don't wish to disappoint teacher &amp;amp; myself ! Derr. Eventhough there are still some of my friends who does better than me, I just won't give up. Yeaa, that's the spirit(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qoutey : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" In life, sometime you'll win &amp;amp; sometime you'll lose but still, nver think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that it is bleak for you to win back once you're defeated or lose. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;End of Obstruction #25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123226481668768768-1987312068474181526?l=corrupted-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1987312068474181526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/obstruction-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1987312068474181526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123226481668768768/posts/default/1987312068474181526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrupted-diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/obstruction-25.html' title='Obstruction #25'/><author><name>Mira Alexys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11924796168357400987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkQxcW9N724/S283lbDzKBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OR_SqK-8kso/S220/DSC04695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
