<?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-561088570511172331</id><updated>2011-07-31T08:32:08.443+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mont Of Course.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-5807460589516852356</id><published>2010-03-04T21:57:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:44:02.793+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, March 04, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: Speechless&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Park Shin Hye - Without words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4-WoBbABnI/AAAAAAAAATk/ynJmRqriFvk/s1600-h/168989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 10px auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4-WoBbABnI/AAAAAAAAATk/ynJmRqriFvk/s320/168989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444736088834836082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Why does it hurt like this? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Why does it keep hurting?&lt;/span&gt; Except for the fact that I can't see you and you're not here, everything is the same as before."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I'm crying out to you but you can't hear me because I'm crying out to you only in my heart. What should I do? What should I do? You're the only one for me."&lt;br /&gt;- You're Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you are, I'm bound to find you someday.. Something that will always be in my heart. Love this drama to bits. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-5807460589516852356?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/5807460589516852356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursday-march-04-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5807460589516852356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5807460589516852356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursday-march-04-2010.html' title='Thursday, March 04, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4-WoBbABnI/AAAAAAAAATk/ynJmRqriFvk/s72-c/168989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-779069522129120242</id><published>2010-02-28T19:41:00.014+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:54:34.359+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, February 28, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Bao To and Cindy Huynh&lt;br /&gt;Music: AJ Rafael - 500 Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4o242yXjWI/AAAAAAAAATc/y3IFRjLujqM/s1600-h/58520c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 10px auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4o242yXjWI/AAAAAAAAATc/y3IFRjLujqM/s320/58520c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443223450038013282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So the truth came out, you promised someone else the love that I was pouring out for you. When you went away, I couldn't get you out of my mind. Oh, I was broken down for you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Didn't do much today except for trying to do my homework but didn't really get that far. Grghh, something is seriously wrong with my layout again, the text in the quotation box has somehow gone off centered now. Weirdddd. Well, not into blogging lately, I don't know what to say really. I've been over thinking on quite a lot of things these past few months, got a massive head ache at the moment just from the thinking. Blehh, feelings so sick and I'm feeling quite sleepy. Blades Of Glory is on at the moment. I love this movie, it brings back so many memories of how when it first came out and we watched it at the cinemas. It was a great movie and still is. "Dreams can never way you down. No, Dreams are in your sleep!" Lmao, classic quotation from the movie. Rofl and the one where Chad and Jimmy argues. "Get out of my face." "No, I'll get inside your face." AHHAHA, what a smart comeback. The Winter Olympics are still on at the moment and yeah, I love Kim Yu Na. Watching her skate is so beautiful, it makes me feel so touched by watching her on television and the story of how she got to where she is is truly an inspiration. It just shows you how we're all capable of achieving our dreams no matter how bad our life is. Okaye I'm off to watch Blades Of Glory and do some homework now, laters. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-779069522129120242?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/779069522129120242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/779069522129120242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/779069522129120242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/mood.html' title='Sunday, February 28, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4o242yXjWI/AAAAAAAAATc/y3IFRjLujqM/s72-c/58520c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-3855159009681261738</id><published>2010-02-24T20:46:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:23:24.604+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, February 24, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Paolo Nutini - Last Request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4T19p-tOSI/AAAAAAAAATU/VHC2QijcTzQ/s1600-h/19467_192081634986_169002894986_727435_5414888_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 10px auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4T19p-tOSI/AAAAAAAAATU/VHC2QijcTzQ/s320/19467_192081634986_169002894986_727435_5414888_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441744689360091426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Grant my last request and just let me hold you. Don't shrug your shoulders, lay down beside me. Sure I can accept that we're going no where but one last time let's go there, lay down beside me."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This song is just so perfect from all perspectives, I love the lyrics and this song really gets to me and makes me want to break down. Like some songs just sound so true that it makes you believe every word within it's concept if you know what I mean? Got it off watching So You Think You Can Dance, LoL I love that show, best shit ever. Anyways, cross country is tomorrow and I'm really not in the mood of doing it like fuckkkk, each year I get worse and worse at it because I'm so unfit and like grghhh, I really don't want to do it. Every time I think about it, it makes me sad and I get that feeling in my stomach. At the moment, I feel very moody, extremely moody in fact. I don't know what to say but then yeah, just not in the mood for anything and thinking about a lot of things out of no where. So many distractions and its doing my head in, I don't want to over think it all but whatever. Feeling really moody right now and having this guttered feeling out of no where, I don't know. I guess perhaps the fear of doing cross country tomorrow is a bit too over whelming for me Lmao. I'm kidding, not really actually. Well yeah, I don't know where I'm heading with this entry, I have nothing to talk about today. I do in some way but then, narh no thanks. Just gonna be repeating myself in each and every entry I post up, that shit is so boring. I guess just typing down every little thought I have is boring too but at least its not the same shit every time. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-3855159009681261738?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/3855159009681261738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-february-24-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3855159009681261738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3855159009681261738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-february-24-2010.html' title='Wednesday, February 24, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4T19p-tOSI/AAAAAAAAATU/VHC2QijcTzQ/s72-c/19467_192081634986_169002894986_727435_5414888_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-4616813687230211407</id><published>2010-02-23T20:46:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:37:47.924+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, February 23, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: Stressed&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Brandon Hang, Heng Ngov, Joanne Lam and Karly Diec&lt;br /&gt;Music: Brutha - Be With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4OuxXS3oNI/AAAAAAAAATM/7qxQzu7DEDw/s1600-h/19467_187411964986_169002894986_723994_1826215_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 10px auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4OuxXS3oNI/AAAAAAAAATM/7qxQzu7DEDw/s320/19467_187411964986_169002894986_723994_1826215_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441384937883672786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"See when the rain falls on my window and the thunder crashes on my ceiling, it brings back the utmost feeling of the day I saw you leaving."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Actually, I'm not stressed out anymore. Rofl, I got so carried away with Msn that I totally forgot I was blogging. So yeah, maths test was today and for fuck sakes the things in the test wasn't even the stuff I studied so god damn hard for. I was seriously so stressed out throughout the test. Seriously, I had never in my life tried so hard for something, I was so committed and everything too. Never in my life had I ever wanted to do good in something so badly, this usually goes for textiles not maths but this time, I put all my devotion into maths and it failed on me. This makes me want to give up on maths for life. Anyways, MOOD SWING. LoL, I actually don't want to go into details talking about that shit anymore coz I'm honestly over it already. Like whatever, not like panicking over it now would do any good, its not gonna change anything. Ngaww, they're going library tomorrow. Well I shouldn't complain coz I did reject them LoL. Just not in the mood to go anywhere lately, I want to take this chance to relax my mind for a bit. Just want to be on my own for a while, it makes me think way too much hanging out with people. Oh my god, my foods getting cold. Whatever, that's it for the day. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-4616813687230211407?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/4616813687230211407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/dsfddf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4616813687230211407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4616813687230211407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/dsfddf.html' title='Tuesday, February 23, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4OuxXS3oNI/AAAAAAAAATM/7qxQzu7DEDw/s72-c/19467_187411964986_169002894986_723994_1826215_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-8171415688707204701</id><published>2010-02-21T17:20:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:01:27.371+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, February 21, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Brutha - Be With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4DROTiFxUI/AAAAAAAAATE/n-RdyFpSBsA/s1600-h/17240_258299995209_258280710209_4617511_5696834_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 10px auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4DROTiFxUI/AAAAAAAAATE/n-RdyFpSBsA/s320/17240_258299995209_258280710209_4617511_5696834_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440578393555191106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What I gotta do to be with you? Cause I'll do anything. I know this don't matter for you, I'll give up everything. You don't believe me, then watch me prove of what you mean to me and the way my pen and paper swear to never sing again."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm, should I go with the updates or hit you with the "emo" talk? Either way, I'm still too lazy to blog lately so I'll just go with whatever. Okaye, so yesterday morning I went to get my seconds done, ear piercing that is. Got it done for $25 in total, LoL I finally experienced what it feels like to get my ears pierced which surprisingly felt like nothing. After that, went home to relax a bit and then Karly came over so we can go library to meet up with Philip. Lmao we spent like around 3 hours there and farrr out, Phil gave up on teaching me. Am I really that dumb? My old tutor had given up on me, other people has too and now him. LoL am I really that dumb that the whole world has given up on teaching me maths? Karly also got her fringe cut so yeah, HAHA it got stuffed up hard. Afterwards, went back to my house. She went home to shower and shit. Natalie came over around 5, went Karly's house for a bit. Then her family took me and Natalie out to eat at Noodle house around 6 something. After that, we went to Fairfield showground finally. I swear it was so boring at first because all the others wanted to do was walk around and chit chat. We finally got to ride on the Ranger and shit LoL, high light of the night for sure. Anyways, I'm feeling pretty stressed out lately. The maths thing and all the other crap, over thinking it all I guess. I'm pretty tired right now so I'm not gonna bother to even go there with all the details and all. Its so boring to talk about the same shit over and over again so whatever. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-8171415688707204701?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/8171415688707204701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-february-21-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8171415688707204701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8171415688707204701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-february-21-2010.html' title='Sunday, February 21, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S4DROTiFxUI/AAAAAAAAATE/n-RdyFpSBsA/s72-c/17240_258299995209_258280710209_4617511_5696834_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-4229586487497600250</id><published>2010-02-16T19:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:53:17.252+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, February 16, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really up for blogging lately so if you want to know about my boring life, talk to me in reality. Well the ones who do should already know whats up with me lately. So yeah, whatever. The slightest thing honestly pisses the fuck out of me, I know I shouldn't be pissed off but what can I say? Some things are just meant to be pissed off at. If you seriously can't see through the scenario that I'm on about, then you're just one of them. I'm one of those people who make things extremely obvious, takes a total dumb ass to seriously not get the message. Honestly, are you playing around with my life or what? Bloody hell. The guy who told my dad to start work tomorrow just canceled it last minute because the current guy working isn't leaving anymore. How much more shit do you have to put us through huh? Isn't this fucking enough already? At times like these, it really makes me question what on earth did I ever do in my life to ever deserve all the shit that I've gone through for the past 2 years and so. Yeah okaye, going through shit will make you learn, fair enough. But haven't I learnt enough already? - Sighs - Anyways, enough with the emo talk for the day, heres a little something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daily Horoscope: February 16, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not in the best position to get people back on track - your energy is building up now and you can't make them see what needs to be done. Wait for one more day before taking action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a horoscope I have there. LoL gosh I hate how when they tell you your lucky time of the day, its always an effed up time, something like 4AM in the morning. Well for once I got a decent time which was 6PM, but nothing special happened. Was watching the Simpsons meant to be lucky? LoL horoscopes are so weird, its scary how sometimes they get everything so on the spot. Ngaww, I'm meant to be doing my homework which I haven't been doing much. Hmm, I had enough for the day. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-4229586487497600250?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/4229586487497600250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-february-16-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4229586487497600250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4229586487497600250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-february-16-2010.html' title='Tuesday, February 16, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7263984065872493063</id><published>2010-02-11T22:16:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:35:11.609+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, February 11, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: Sick&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Billy Dy&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tenth Avenue North - Let It Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S3Pt-SoBF5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/uNiDxPmVy9E/s1600-h/20778_309573920147_292515750147_5249100_5634360_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S3Pt-SoBF5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/uNiDxPmVy9E/s320/20778_309573920147_292515750147_5249100_5634360_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436950829573674898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Well its hard enough to hear, harder still to move beyond this fear. We know theres nothing I can bring so what do you want from me?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Farr out, I got a damn runny nose right now. Feeling extremely sick at the moment and the runny nose is pretty much pissing me off a little. My throat is hurting like crazy because of the yelling after school, you know, mum + webcam problems = yell my ass off. Yeah, always trying so hard to explain it to her but she never gets it, very annoying. HAHHAHA me and Billy are talking about funny shit on Msn, things like "Suck shit day" to celebrate the single life, a chance to tell those suckers who are tied down on a relationship to suck shit. Like seriously, Valentine's Day can get fucked. Just another excuse for single people to feel lonely. Ohhh, watching Family Guy at the moment. Hmm, well yeah. I'm feeling really sick right now and I'm not really into blogging today. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7263984065872493063?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7263984065872493063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-february-11-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7263984065872493063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7263984065872493063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-february-11-2010.html' title='Thursday, February 11, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S3Pt-SoBF5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/uNiDxPmVy9E/s72-c/20778_309573920147_292515750147_5249100_5634360_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-6165913475317163382</id><published>2010-02-10T17:31:00.019+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:47:21.477+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, February 10, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: Fucked up to the fucking days&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Bao To&lt;br /&gt;Music: Boyz II Men - End Of The Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S3JT9VSTWbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7j3H8IatzgM/s1600-h/Pic-20090619-008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S3JT9VSTWbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7j3H8IatzgM/s320/Pic-20090619-008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436500013340645810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hey, I love you anyway and I'm still gonna be here for you till my dying day."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care, I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there." This quote really got to me today, yeah well its obvious that I'm not feeling alright because only when I'm feeling down that I read these dumb quotes. Hmm, guess this will be another subjective entry thats going to be all about quotes again so here we go.  "Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew." I couldn't agree with this quote any better, nicely said. "Never give up, if you still want to try. Never wipe your tears, if you still want to cry. Never settle for an answer, if you still want to know. Never say you don't love him, if you can't let him go." HAHA like some commercial said, when things rhyme, they must be true right? Fuck, I hate these random urges. Its always on and off. People are so dumb I swear, do I really look that dumb to you? Do you really think I can't see for myself with my own eyes? Yeah I may be blind but haven't you heard of the quote "Love can be seen by the blind and be heard by the deaf."? I don't want to be wasting a lifetime on this shit, nothing is worth this much of my time anymore. Nothing is bad until you think it is, well I think of this whole situation as something very bad, thats why I'm feeling so shit about it. I really do hope that you're happy to have scarred me for life, yeah I'm seriously scarred for life. S-C-A-R-R-E-D, scarred, scarred for life. Well hey, I'm not trying to point out anything specific really. You know what I'm saying? Ney mm juong yi yun dey gau ney gor noi pun yao darn hai ney hoi gau yun dey gor noi pun yao. What a hypocrite. This is getting more fucking ridiculous by the seconds, fucking pissing the shits out of me. The little acts and everything, fucking ridiculous. There is no other word that could describe it. RIDICULOUS I SHALL SAY. I don't fucking care if this has noting to do with me. Everyone knows it, you fucking know it, we all do so fucking hell. This is so fucking full of shit, do you even realize how many people are hurting? Yeah, I talk about it, they talk about it, we all fucking talk about it, its not surprising anymore. Don't act like its nothing coz no shit its so obvious its something. The more I think about it, the more it gives me that fucked up sinking feeling. I really hate it how when you're really hurting inside and you can feel your heart sinking to the ground. Well fuck this okaye? Fucking whatever, I surrender, I really don't want to see anymore of this but I know there will only be more, its sickening just to even imagine it right now. "She wants to prove she has no fears so she stands up tall wiping her tears. This could be the most beautiful mistake because now shes like everyone else, lonely and fake." Never would I of thought of things that way.. Wow, really opened my mind to things.. You know what sucks? Having like all the different types of problems in the world bundle up all at once. Family problems, money problems, education problems and so on. How come they can't hit you one by one? Going full on all at once is fucking stressful as. I'm so sick of complaining about it all because it really doesn't help at all but if I don't complain about it, thats just leading myself into denial with it. At the end of the day, none of this really matters I guess. These thoughts are only temporary. For sure they will appear every now and then but yeah, what can I do about it? HAHAH its funny how I feel so completely different now compared to how I felt at the beginning of this entry. I was feeling angry, frustrated, gloomy, despondent and all that but now I'm feeling much better, pretty much opposite of all those adjectives. So You Think You Can Dance is on at the moment and holy shit the girls jazz routine was amazing. Oh my god, Don. HAHAH I want him to win because he's asian. Okaye well yeah, enough said for the day. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-6165913475317163382?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/6165913475317163382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-february-10-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6165913475317163382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6165913475317163382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-february-10-2010.html' title='Wednesday, February 10, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S3JT9VSTWbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7j3H8IatzgM/s72-c/Pic-20090619-008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-5295000322685123333</id><published>2010-02-09T19:44:00.022+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:27:31.268+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, February 09, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Andy Heng, Annie Tran, Billy Dy, Cindy Huynh, Christine Chau, Chuong Tran, Dian Luo, Gary Le, Gilbert Lieu, Harison Hopwood, Hui Tang, Jenny Nguyen, Joanne Lam, Louis Tran, Micky Nachom, Tao Lam, Tam Nguyen and Thomson Ho&lt;br /&gt;Music: Kris Allen - No Boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S3EwfqRiUTI/AAAAAAAAASs/GDzLA_FuEKI/s1600-h/change.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S3EwfqRiUTI/AAAAAAAAASs/GDzLA_FuEKI/s320/change.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436179545694818610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What if today is as good as it gets? Don't know where the future's heading but nothings gonna bring me down."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YAYYAAYAY, its finally my sixteenth birthday. Its no where near how I've always imagined it as a kid but hey, it was a pretty good day today. No rain? Phung baked me cookies, clothing as presents, can't get any better than that. Ngaww, I feel so happy today. So many people saying happy birthday to me really made my last pass three years. Thanks everyone for everything and special thanks to Karly for the two tops from Jeans West, thanks to Christine and Hui for the bag, thanks Tao for the lovely Country Road top and thanks to Tam for the Superman singlet, oh and Phung for baking me cookies. LoL farrrr I can't stop smiling, so freaken happy at the moment. I'm just happy, so yeah. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-5295000322685123333?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/5295000322685123333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/rgeertgrere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5295000322685123333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5295000322685123333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/rgeertgrere.html' title='Tuesday, February 09, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S3EwfqRiUTI/AAAAAAAAASs/GDzLA_FuEKI/s72-c/change.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-5672671515043104917</id><published>2010-02-08T22:54:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:37:34.676+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, February 08, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Hibson Hang, Karly Diec and Randy Tran&lt;br /&gt;Music: Kris Allen - No Boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2_8JaIbT1I/AAAAAAAAASk/koCcbBXGFyU/s1600-h/BlackBalloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2_8JaIbT1I/AAAAAAAAASk/koCcbBXGFyU/s320/BlackBalloon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435840513823166290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"With every step, you climb another mountain. Every breath, its harder to believe. You'll make it through the pain whether the hurricanes to get to that one thing."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So once again Randy is depending on me for his wake up call. Ngaww, waking up early again but oh well, I don't really mind considering its a special day. HAHA, not really. Nothing but just another boring old day I guess. Been trying so hard to concentrate on doing maths homework all day today after school but failed miserably. I can't seem to concentrate at all. - Sighs - Vivian's already on the plane by now going to Hong Kong, have a safe trip buddy. Its sad how you just had to go today out of all days. Oh I can't believe it, its 12:14AM right now. Shit.. I'm officially 16 now, not as excited as I was before though. Eww, I seriously don't like my blog skin anymore, for some reason my font thing changed to verdana and its like so ugly. I like how it was times new roman before, the heading looked much better, but now its just ugly as. Whatever, I'm gonna go shower and sleep now, nights. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-5672671515043104917?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/5672671515043104917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-february-08-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5672671515043104917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5672671515043104917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-february-08-2010.html' title='Monday, February 08, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2_8JaIbT1I/AAAAAAAAASk/koCcbBXGFyU/s72-c/BlackBalloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-8679021582052068929</id><published>2010-02-07T18:48:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:08:42.311+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, February 07, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Mi Nguyen and Phung Nguyen&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had that constant feeling wondering about a whole situation that has nothing to do with you? Quite sadly, I do. I know right? Like its not even my business but I guess you can't help but be curious. I don't know but the more you think about it, the more your heart grows fonder to it. Even if you know you're not suppose to, you'd only want it more. Yes, its called "um look yun" but like hey, it ain't something that we can control and surely we don't like that feeling, if you do, then there's seriously something wrong with you. "Um loon" is like the worse feeling ever right? Rofl only my fellow canto friends would understand what I'm on about so don't even bother trying to ask a chinese you viets. Well today, went Parramatta shopping with Karly and Christine. It was sort of best shopping day ever and worst day ever put together. Best because of the presents I received from Christine/Hui and Karly and also coz of the shorts I bought. Bad because of the little things that went along with the day. I'm sorry about not being at home guys, I honestly didn't know you guys were planning to surprise me. I'm really thankful to everyone that has put thought and care for me, I really do appreciate it. Even if this doesn't make me as happy as I used to be, this has definately gotten me half way there. Once again, thank you Christine and Hui for the bag and thank you Karly for the two tops, I love your presents to bits, couldn't of asked for anything better. LoL you guys sure do know me well, best presents ever man. The End. 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Well you guys should know the reason why by now if you're a follower of mine. Wow, it sure was raining a hell of a lot today. Mmm, for visual arts homework, we have to draw a portrait of ourselves from the mirror reflection. I can't do realism, last time I tried it, it was terrible Lmao. Erhh, I'm pretty tired right now but yeah. I hope to get my computer back soon, its so uncomfortable to be in the living room. It hurts my left shoulder for some reason in this position I'm sitting in. Ohh yeah, I trimmed my fringe last night. Looks pretty alright, just the way I like it. Hoping to grow out my mullet layers at the top and get layered hair again. This year, in attempt to save money for the family, I am going to cut my own hair for the whole year and not go hair dresser's at all. Well, unless I stuff up really bad right? HHAHA, well this year, I will not because I'm growing out my hair so wouldn't have much cutting anyways. Only like a little trim here and there. Wooooooow, in a few days time, I'm going to turn 16, as in sweet 16. Shittttt, how fast is life? I've always thought that life was going by too slowly but to come and think of it, its going way too fast. There's just ain't enough time for me to do things that I want to, this is why I'm always ending up in regrets. I want things to slow down a little. I've got a lot of things on my mind this year and maybe maturity is taking over me just a little, its really gotten into me. All I have is this education of mine and my future is starting to appear, so if I don't make the most of it now, I'll have nothing. I don't know, going through this whole concept of change on my own is just stressing. Like who is there to turn to for such answers that even god can't answer? I just noticed something, I'm so easily drifted away lately. As in I daydream or over think things easily all the time. Maybe theres something bothering me but I just can't seem to put my finger on it or maybe its just a random urge kind of thing. Whatever it is, it actually pisses me off. Just thinking about it pisses me off so I don't think its such a great idea so thats it for the day. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-6696907477682614781?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/6696907477682614781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-february-05-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6696907477682614781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6696907477682614781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-february-05-2010.html' title='Friday, February 05, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-2494040148438346969</id><published>2010-02-04T15:00:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:14:41.671+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, February 04, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Randy Tran&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye so I'm currently on my lap top at the moment because my computer broke down once again. Sadly all my lovely photographic pictures are on that computer so I can't put up any quotation box today meaning no music, no nothing. I will edit and post up a picture and quotation box with the lyrics once I get my computer back. I am praying like crazy hoping that I do not lose any of my music and Family Outing clips again because seriously that's insane on how long it took me to download all 80 episodes. I can't go through losing my songs again because I just recently downloaded some of my favourite rock songs like No Boudaries by Kris Allen and those Tenth Avenue North songs. Oh hope not to lose my pictures too though I haven't lost any yet. Stupid computer, keeps breaking down now a days. Like what mum said, I net too much. Basically 24/7. LoL my new air con is being installed right now and they're still working on it so I can't go into my room. Thought I'd get a head start on my maths homework but got distracted when mum told me to go on Msn to check her chat thing because she thinks its broken. HAHHA apparently all she did was hide the tool bar thing, she freaked out all because of that. Well thanks to her, I'm pretty much hooked onto the internet at the moment. This mouse pad on this lap top pisses me off because it keeps auto zooming in and out out of no where, theres something wrong with it and uncle said he'll fix it but he never did so I have to stick with this. Hmm, I can always go on the other computer though? Well yeah, later. Must concentrate on homework.  The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-2494040148438346969?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/2494040148438346969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-february-04-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2494040148438346969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2494040148438346969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-february-04-2010.html' title='Thursday, February 04, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-497690949420209129</id><published>2010-02-02T20:36:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:31:51.528+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, February 02, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Billy Dy, Christine Chau,  Hui Tang, Jenny Le, Karly Diec and Mimi Lam&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tenth Avenue North - Beyond Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2gEGWAP4kI/AAAAAAAAASc/z2RBWyRbPjM/s1600-h/photographyquotes109.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2gEGWAP4kI/AAAAAAAAASc/z2RBWyRbPjM/s320/photographyquotes109.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433597457454850626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"And I'll still love you beyond what words can say. I'll take your every suffering moment and bring a better day. I'll still love you more than what I hope to be."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I feel so happy. HAHAH, never actually wanted to make anything for my birthday so now that I've canceled it, I feel more happier than ever. Ermm so, I've been trying to do my maths homework but kept getting distracted. Biggest Loser and So You Think You Can Dance, LoL my favourite shows are on. Wow this is the first time I've seen a commercial that is speaking canto, I'm so surprised. Anyways did I mention that I lost 3kg recently? Lmao its so random, like BAM, 3kg gone out of no where. Wow, So You Think You Can Dance people are so good this year. Thing I've noticed the most is that a lot of the people on it have lots of pimples and when they sweat like crazy, it really shows. It makes me think of sport and stuff of how unfit I am, LoL all the sweating and stuff. I'm seriously so unfit that its crazy now, I used to be alright in year 7 but my fitness has just gone for the worse throughout the years. LoL today, made pizza rolls in hospitality and its like my first time to actually cook something. To my surprise, it actually turned out really nice, much better some people's. Very proud of Karly the birthday girl, couldn't of done it without her. Rofl, best meal ever. Oh my god, I just got informed that I'm getting a new air conditioner because fixing my old one would cost too much so its better to just get a new one. Yay, its good news I guess. Can't wait because I'm so tired of suffering with this fan. Watching Panic Room at the moment and it seems so scary, I didn't watch the first part though so I'm not really sure how the story goes. Whelp, better get back to maths or I'm pretty doomed. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-497690949420209129?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/497690949420209129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-february-09-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/497690949420209129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/497690949420209129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-february-09-2010.html' title='Tuesday, February 02, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2gEGWAP4kI/AAAAAAAAASc/z2RBWyRbPjM/s72-c/photographyquotes109.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-2345512505414868327</id><published>2010-01-31T22:57:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:32:45.967+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, January 31, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Anna Mai, Gary Le and Scott Chanthaboury&lt;br /&gt;Music: Simple Plan - Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2VxL1jv9SI/AAAAAAAAASU/KcCGOLL5ewg/s1600-h/photographyquotes100.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2VxL1jv9SI/AAAAAAAAASU/KcCGOLL5ewg/s320/photographyquotes100.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432872973661893922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Cause we lost it all, nothing lasts forever. I'm sorry I can't be perfect."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was Karly's barbecue. LoL it was quite fun near the end actually. Farrr, the sausage eating competition between me and Thomson, I still feel kind of sick from it. Been laying in bed for hours trying to feel better and still feel a bit sick in the stomach. When we went Patrick's today to give Evan and Patrick chicken wings, saw them watching A Watchdog's Tale and yeah what a coincidence that I bought the drama today. Seeing them watch it today made me really want to watch it, I'm watching it right now and its pretty good. Seriously whats with english names in canto dramas now a days. First it was dumb names like Encore and Easy and now they name a fat man Lulu? Rofl tell me who would name their daughter Easy, thats just ridiculous. HAHA this is fucking funny, he plays London Bridge Is Falling Down so she would go toilet? Funny. Its so weird and disturbing how they call him Lulu Sir in this drama, its sounds really homosexual no offense. It makes me wonder who even names these characters LoL. Oh yeah, on So You Think You Can Dance today Simon said this quote that I really like "A short amount of time makes the heart grow fonder, a long period of time makes the heart start to wonder." Very nice. Too bad I couldn't watch it properly today since I wasn't feeling well. LoL at Steven Ma on what he said to Linda Chung in the drama. "Your eyes are small and your boobs are flat." Its so straight forward HAHAH. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-2345512505414868327?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/2345512505414868327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/mood_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2345512505414868327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2345512505414868327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/mood_31.html' title='Sunday, January 31, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2VxL1jv9SI/AAAAAAAAASU/KcCGOLL5ewg/s72-c/photographyquotes100.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-1204368236496275870</id><published>2010-01-30T23:45:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:37:49.348+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, January 30, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Joshua Vuong and Karly Diec&lt;br /&gt;Music: Linkin Park - Not Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2Qx5gqmNFI/AAAAAAAAASM/lgTB-Y5p_rc/s1600-h/3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2Qx5gqmNFI/AAAAAAAAASM/lgTB-Y5p_rc/s320/3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432521914606564434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I break down, fear is sinking in. The cold comes racing through my skin, searching for a way to get to you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Man I seriously have zero dollars left, zip zero. How sad, it took so long to save up too but yeah its still good. I don't really have much to say today, I'll only be repeating myself over and over again from previous entries so no thanks. Farrr out LoL, I was net surfing on clothing today and saw these awesome singlets that were on sale at General Pants Co for 2 for $50, but never mind. The clothing at the Mossimo store at Liverpool finally improved. Like they used to have shit tops that I would so not buy at all and now the clothing are actually quite nice to my surprise. Haven't shopped for clothing for so long in reality or net, HAHAH did both of that today. Oh my god, Alice In The Eve ranges are so pretty but nothing beats my favourite brand Elwood. LoL I still can't believe that these brands are on sale at like $20 something? Thats crazy, but when brands are on sale, its usually sold out. Oh my fucking god, just went net shopping on the Glue Store site and that Lulu &amp;amp; Rose singlet I wanted ages ago has its price gone down, its like now $29.99. The Lulu &amp;amp; Rose Maria Takes Two blue singlet with the pocket, LoL if by the time I can afford and its not there anymore, I'm gonna attempt in making it myself, as in sewing it. HAHHHA. Well doubt it coz the last time I said that, I never did coz I'm so lazy. This is totally fucking crazy, Elwood tees for $6.25? Holy shit man, this is insane. This is all so crazy, all these branded clothing are so cheap all of a sudden. Wow even Supre is on sale, well it always is but not always the nice stuff. The Cropped Racer Back Top is so cute, its only $16 now. I want it in the cosmo colour which is the peach colour, gonna ask parents later on when they're in a good mood to take me shopping. LoL but highly doubt it. Lmao the stripped Cropped Racer Back is for $20, jeeeze you have to pay extra $4 for stripes? But I must admit the striped one is prettier. Okaye I think I've clearly looked at every store that I like, got a bit carried away there LoL. Hey, oh my god. The Cropped Top, the stripy one is only for $14.95. I want tops like that but can never seem to find them in reality. Went into Dotti today and saw the new arrivals of the flowery patterned tops, I really want to get them. HAHAH, well I think I had enough of looking at clothes for the day. Oh yeah, and umm survey thing tagged off Joline's tumblr. The End. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Are you available?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your age?:&lt;br /&gt;15, 16 soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrology Sign?:&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• B&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone named Brian?:&lt;br /&gt;Does it count if its spelt differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?:&lt;br /&gt;February 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend?:&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• C&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;Too many to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your computer?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• D&lt;br /&gt;Do you daydream?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite kind of dog?&lt;br /&gt;None, I'm sorry but I have dogaphobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• E&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in the emergency room?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever pet an elephant?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• F&lt;br /&gt;Do you use fly swatters?&lt;br /&gt;Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Fall Out Boy?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• G&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew gum?:&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like gory movies?&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• H&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Good thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your height?&lt;br /&gt;155cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ice skated?:&lt;br /&gt;Rofl I ice walk. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• J&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Jelly Bean?&lt;br /&gt;Anything apart from the black ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear jewelery?:&lt;br /&gt;Some silver heart necklace thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•K.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to kill?&lt;br /&gt;LoL this sounds like death note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever flown a kite?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think kangaroos are cute?:&lt;br /&gt;A bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• L&lt;br /&gt;Are you laid back?&lt;br /&gt;More like lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lions or tigers?:&lt;br /&gt;Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like black liquorice?:&lt;br /&gt;Eww, that shit is damn nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• M&lt;br /&gt;Favorite store at the Mall?:&lt;br /&gt;Too many to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;The NoteBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• N&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a nickname?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer night or day?&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• O&lt;br /&gt;Are you an only child?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the color orange?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• P&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone named Penelope?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite flavor of popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• R&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’re always right?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch reality Tv?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• S&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer sun or rain?:&lt;br /&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like snow?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• T&lt;br /&gt;Time to go to sleep?:&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes?:&lt;br /&gt;Eww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• U&lt;br /&gt;Can you ride a unicycle?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone with a unibrow?:&lt;br /&gt;Rofl yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• V&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever watch Veggie Tales?:&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• W&lt;br /&gt;What’s your worst habit?&lt;br /&gt;Not sleeping at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you currently talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Karly the dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• X&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had an x-ray?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, LoL boobie x-ray. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Y&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the color yellow?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you yell when you’re angry?&lt;br /&gt;I'll go hulk on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Z&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the zodiac?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six lasts:&lt;br /&gt;6. Last dream:&lt;br /&gt;Lmao the dream was way too personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last beverage:&lt;br /&gt;EasyWay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last person to make you laugh:&lt;br /&gt;Haven't actually laughed for a while now, can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last phone call?:&lt;br /&gt;Vivian Lau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, gosh I'm a sook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last time you hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;Quite a while ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-1204368236496275870?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/1204368236496275870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-january-30-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1204368236496275870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1204368236496275870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-january-30-2010.html' title='Saturday, January 30, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2Qx5gqmNFI/AAAAAAAAASM/lgTB-Y5p_rc/s72-c/3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7804525703745453170</id><published>2010-01-29T23:54:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:42:20.511+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, January 29, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: The All American Rejects - Gives You Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2Lbito2TKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_1mCbcG24Sg/s1600-h/handsup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2Lbito2TKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_1mCbcG24Sg/s320/handsup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432145489975200930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I wake up every evening with a big smile on my face and it never feels out of place and you're still probably working at a 9 to 5 pace, I wonder how bad that tastes."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just because I laugh it off doesn't mean I like you being an asshole. People like these crave for attention, if they realize that they've got to you, they'll just come back for more. This is why I like laughing it off, no matter how pissed off, sad, or whatever I'm feeling at that moment, I would never let you see me cry. You'll only get a laugh out of it so don't even bother making me feel like shit because I'll only laugh at you for trying so hard. Mmm, once again it really got to me LoL. I know I've repeatedly said to myself that I'd stop but once again its back. Ohhh, I love this song. Gives You Hell by The All American Rejects. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you'll never see what you've done to me. You can take back your memories, they're no good to me.&lt;/span&gt;" I like the bridge of the song. The words are pretty catchy so yeah, I don't see why people don't like this song. I can't believe it, I fell asleep and missed out on Ghost Ship tonight. I love that movie and I freaken missed it. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7804525703745453170?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7804525703745453170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-january-29-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7804525703745453170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7804525703745453170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-january-29-2010.html' title='Friday, January 29, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2Lbito2TKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_1mCbcG24Sg/s72-c/handsup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-2607055790694367549</id><published>2010-01-28T23:40:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:19:01.149+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, January 28, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: Dead tired&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Kevin Hua and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: David Choi - Something To Believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2GJy35W2HI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qexp8G02wDk/s1600-h/58498b101eeadf55145e56013208809e1a0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2GJy35W2HI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qexp8G02wDk/s320/58498b101eeadf55145e56013208809e1a0.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431774132676515954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Please come back, I want you here right by my side. Oh please come back. Oh &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I need something to believe&lt;/span&gt;, something to believe."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I felt so god damn tried straight after school. Okaye today at school was pretty pointless LoL and especially me actually concentrating in every class was pointless, they were all introductions. I felt so offended today at sport how the teachers got my gender wrong. LoL like how can they put me in an all guys class? Ridiculous. Every year at school its always the same, we say we'll try hard but not far later, we go "fuck this" and yeah whatever. Seriously, I've lost my motivation completely because of curtain things, they make me want to give in, say that "I can't do it anymore" but no, I ain't gonna do that. I'm gonna prove every single one of those people wrong who has doubted me, who has always made me feel that I'm never gonna be good enough. I'm not good enough for you? I'd like to believe "I'm just too good for you" but thats way too much confidence and I don't think I have that much in me. But I will definitely try hard this year, not gonna give up on the subjects that I love. For the subjects like maths, go die. I hate you maths, I know algebra is basics and shit how its easy and everything, but I can't do it okaye. I just can't do it! I used to be so good at this when I concentrated in Year 9, thats how I improved so much but seriously, I lost all my hopes in Year 10. I just don't want to try no more. I would like to think to myself that I don't care, that what I see and know don't exist. Not letting any distractions get to me because its just not worth it anymore. Yeah, it may of been when I had time to give a fuck but now, its just not worth my time anymore. This is all that I have left, if I don't reach out now, what else is there to look forward to in the future? Nothing. Blehh, I'm so frustrated with everything so whatever. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-2607055790694367549?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/2607055790694367549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-january-28-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2607055790694367549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2607055790694367549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-january-28-2010.html' title='Thursday, January 28, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2GJy35W2HI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qexp8G02wDk/s72-c/58498b101eeadf55145e56013208809e1a0.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7405952048053971920</id><published>2010-01-27T20:07:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:56:47.413+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, January 27, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Micky Nachom and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: FM Static - Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2AIS5lsxTI/AAAAAAAAARs/WlNgbjRddWI/s1600-h/z157505290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2AIS5lsxTI/AAAAAAAAARs/WlNgbjRddWI/s320/z157505290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431350271398430002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I remember the days we spent together were not enough and it used to feel like dreaming except we always woke up. Never thought not having you here now would hurt so much."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everything sucks. I feel so down about a lot of things. School is tomorrow and I'm really not in the mood for school, I'm still feeling quite sick. In fact I've been feeling sick all day, got the worse feeling ever. I love FM Static, all their songs have such great meaning and they all get to me every time I listen to them. I like rock songs like these, not too hardcore and not too soft and boring. Mmm, finally had EasyWay once again today and it felt so good to have it after so long. I really missed EasyWay and now that all these things are completely out of my reach, it makes me appreciate them even more when I get close to having them. LoL its just EasyWay right? Well to me its a lot more, its something that actually makes me happy as gay and lame as it sounds.  Shit school is seriously in a few hours time, I can't believe this. Mmm, gonna go to school early tomorrow, how fucking gay is that. Nothing else to say. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7405952048053971920?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7405952048053971920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/wednesday-january-27-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7405952048053971920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7405952048053971920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/wednesday-january-27-2010.html' title='Wednesday, January 27, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S2AIS5lsxTI/AAAAAAAAARs/WlNgbjRddWI/s72-c/z157505290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-2330650684368118651</id><published>2010-01-26T22:13:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:27:58.024+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, January 26, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Amy Pearson - Wish I Was Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S17OwyknTrI/AAAAAAAAARk/aS_oxrzo4oQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kwd5p2bW9n1qzvp9go1_500_larg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S17OwyknTrI/AAAAAAAAARk/aS_oxrzo4oQ/s320/tumblr_kwd5p2bW9n1qzvp9go1_500_larg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431005538259783346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You've found someone, it breaks my heart cause you're so in love. I wish that my touch makes you smile just like that and I wish that I had you the way that she has."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LoL for the last time I'm going to say this. Those words in the quotation boxes that goes with the pictures are lyrics to the song I'm listening to okaye? Not some emo crap that I've come upon. Jeeeze what a mood swing, from what I was feeling yesterday and now, totally the opposite of each other. Its just annoying how one day I'm feeling this and then the next, I totally feel the opposite. I surely do have a lot of pmsing issues but I do not want to take advantage of it and use it as an excuse for everything. I don't know about you but I sure do get angry a lot during the time of the month, if that ain't what you call pms then I don't know what is. I don't know why but I just do and my mood rapidly changes like crazy. It bugs me a lot because its confusing. I usually don't apologize easily and hardly ever admit to my wrongs but this time its different, I want to say that I'm honestly sorry and I'm the one to blame, everything is my fault. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apologizes don't erase things from the past but it sure does open doors to the present and future.&lt;/span&gt;" I wrote that quote last year and this is something that I keep close to my heart. I don't know what else I can do. Even if I went on my knees and begged, it still wouldn't change a thing so the best I can do is tell you how sorry I am. I don't expect anything out of it because there is nothing to expect. I'm used to disappointment by now, thats why never have your hopes up too high. I've grown out of all that bullshit that I used to be and now I'm mature enough to know when to be mature and immature. God for people who fucking judge people by when they sleep should seriously shut the fuck up and get a life. Yeah so what if we sleep late? Why the fuck do you find it so amusing? Do you seriously think we want to be that way? Its called "I can't sleep" alright? Fucking dumb fucks seriously, yeah I understand how people stereotype people that have small eyes and stuff, its just fucking dumb I swear. Yeah you may have a happy life and have no worries at all so you can sleep happily and easily but some people don't alright, whats wrong with staying up late anyways, its our life, we do whatever. How about you? You guys sleep so damn early, should we also stereotype you early birds too just like how you do to us? I'm just so fed up with these thoughts that I have, you dicks really know how to drive me to the edge. This is why I find it so annoying talking to people over the internet. I honestly don't know why I go online, but I still do anyways. Mostly for the games. I find it so annoying when you guys talk to me, this is why I don't reply to you people and pretend I wasn't there. Well except for some people, only the ones I really care for I wouldn't do that. I'm not like up myself or something saying that I only want to talk to curtain people but it just really bugs me and if you get offended by that then its your problem. Theres seriously way too many of yous who come up to me telling me how bord yous are, I seriously don't care. I don't give a damn, what do you want me to do about it? Well too bad, I won't do a thing. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-2330650684368118651?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/2330650684368118651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-january-26-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2330650684368118651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2330650684368118651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-january-26-2010.html' title='Tuesday, January 26, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S17OwyknTrI/AAAAAAAAARk/aS_oxrzo4oQ/s72-c/tumblr_kwd5p2bW9n1qzvp9go1_500_larg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-4485011181232877892</id><published>2010-01-25T20:10:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:03:53.323+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, January 25, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Jenny Le, Phung Nguyen and Micky Nachom&lt;br /&gt;Music: FM Static - Waste Of Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S11glEHqwfI/AAAAAAAAARc/7gFvFKxto8c/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S11glEHqwfI/AAAAAAAAARc/7gFvFKxto8c/s320/sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430602915556016626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Am I losing my mind? Sometimes I feel like things are getting worse in time."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sleeping pattern is definitely fucked up once again. I fell asleep like around 10AM or something, thats just bloody crazy seriously. Okaye, last night/this morning whatever you want to call it, I found the most inspirational song ever. Honestly I love this song to bits, it makes me realize how much I want to live my life to the fullest. Its called "Look At You Now - Mark O'Shea" his like a normal person, one of us people not a famous musician or whatever. He was very ill when he was an infant and had very serious surgery and survived. He wrote this song to inspire people about letting go of the past and stuff. It was so touching, he went to the hospital he had surgery in and filmed his music video. He made nurses and kids who went through serious illnesses hold photos of them when they were small and throw it in the air. It was so cute, that was like a symbolization type of thing telling us to let go of the past and look at us now, who we've become. I swear I love this song. Yet on another point, it isn't as easy as I make it sound. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never regret anything because at one point in your life, that was exactly what you wanted.&lt;/span&gt;" Is it really that easy to have no regrets? Even if you say you don't, deep down inside theres always gonna be something. People who have serious illnesses really do amaze me, I admire how they have so much courage and enthusiasm towards everything. Thats exactly what I want to be. I'm glad that people do come to me for advices, I'm the glad that I'm someone they can talk to. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ex lovers can never be friends and if they are, you either never loved them in the first place or that you still do.&lt;/span&gt;" LoL I forgot how the original quote went but thats close enough. This quote and entire blog entry is dedicated to those people who have been asking me for advice lately. I may not be any help at all, but I do care for each and every one of my friends dearly. Enjoy the last two days of holidays fellow seniors LoL, we got school this Thursday and ain't you happy about that? YAYAYAY, blue shirt time. Anyways this is a survey taxed off Linda Chan's FaceBook. The End. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURVEY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Spell your name without an E,R,S,H,K,I,M,L,C,A,Y,N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Are you single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What is your favorite number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Least favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shit ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark O'Shea - Look At You Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Are you involved with anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who write these surveys should really learn to make things clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What is your favorite subject in school/college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Textiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.Do you shop at Abercrombie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Do you have money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Would you take an ex back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Are you outgoing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends who's around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Are you gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating, haven't eaten for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CANS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you blow a bubble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you do a cart wheel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too fat to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you touch your toes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can't Rofl, just bend your knees duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you wiggle your ears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you touch your tongue to your nose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DIDS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever want to be a doctor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever want to be a fire fighter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever want to be a teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever break the law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh I'm so gangster, I'm a boat person. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you vote for Bush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm Australian mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DOs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you own a bike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you play the lotto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like football?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a shopping addiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DOES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does your family have family picnics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does you wallet have any pics in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does your job bring you satisfaction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would hire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does a soft answer turn away wrath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it pisses me off even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does sex mean love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has different opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LASTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person you hung out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who went to the Manly beach outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last car ride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last text message?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last baby you held?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time you shaved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pluck. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST THING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips and coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things on television, still watching it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember, I don't read anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you hand wrote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled in my mum's Centrelink form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who last talked to you on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manly beach outing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person to leave you a comment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine Chau on FaceBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you miss right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is unnecessary Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who last hugged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I'm not a hugging person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have any tattoos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only natures tattoos, moles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you any piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Straight hair or curly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Failed a class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professed your love and been turned down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never actually confessed to anyone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accomplished a life goal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thought you were pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sang in front of a crowd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIX THINGS YOU WILL FIND IN YOUR ROOM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HD TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Built in wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cute toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Awards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE RELATIONSHIP QUESTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. In a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Want a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Wanna get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR THINGS ON YOUR MIND:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why am I even doing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;- I wish I would stop thinking so much.&lt;br /&gt;- I wish dad would get a job so things would go back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-4485011181232877892?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/4485011181232877892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-january-25-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4485011181232877892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4485011181232877892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-january-25-2010.html' title='Monday, January 25, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S11glEHqwfI/AAAAAAAAARc/7gFvFKxto8c/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-9179570199967972653</id><published>2010-01-24T18:59:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:47:23.705+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, January 24, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Karly Diec&lt;br /&gt;Music: The Fray - You Found Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1wQUV-ur4I/AAAAAAAAARU/EhnVlGYTOGo/s1600-h/city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1wQUV-ur4I/AAAAAAAAARU/EhnVlGYTOGo/s320/city.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430233192385654658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The early morning, the city breaks and I've been calling for years and years and years and years and you never left me no messages. You never sent me no letters, you got some kind of nerve &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;taking all I want.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okaye I totally backspaced the whole entire entry and yeah, I want to start over so forget everything you read about today. I spent the whole night and morning reading back my old entries, it makes me cringe so badly just to think that I even said all these things and they're so obvious, I was so straight forward. Now that I've realized that theres actual stalkers out there who somehow finds my blog, I ain't gonna make it that easy to figure me out. I did a lot of going through the past things lately and I can't believe the things I've said and done, it makes me cringe. What the hell was I even thinking back then, I feel so weird knowing how I used to be LoL kind of shameful. I've realized how much I used to swear but now I've replaced cursing with the word "farrr" yeah, I like more than one R, thats just how I like it. I also attempted in realism around 6AM this morning, the picture was fail. Her nose was really fucked up. Mmm, I have nothing better to do but look through all the memories I've created for the past few years and its really sad how the gifts that people have put their hearts into buying for me, I thanked them by putting them in my forbidden cupboard and never looking at them again. Now that I do look at them, theres little spiders and stuff around it, it just makes me wonder why I never appreciated them then and regretting it now. Lmao at South Park, omg Cartman is so freaky right now. His full using this song called Need You and replacing words like baby and darling with the word jesus and it sounds kind of wrong when he sings the song. "Jesus, jesus, jesus, why don't we just turn off the lights." HAHAH nasty if you think about it. Well yeah thats it. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-9179570199967972653?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/9179570199967972653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-january-24-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/9179570199967972653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/9179570199967972653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-january-24-2010.html' title='Thursday, January 24, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1wQUV-ur4I/AAAAAAAAARU/EhnVlGYTOGo/s72-c/city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-9169874439724570670</id><published>2010-01-23T19:15:00.017+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:31:11.563+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, January 23, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Phung Nguyen&lt;br /&gt;Music: Nick Carter - Funny Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1qzAzn6FoI/AAAAAAAAARM/UnLb584Tqqs/s1600-h/goofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1qzAzn6FoI/AAAAAAAAARM/UnLb584Tqqs/s320/goofy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429849127187519106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Every time I think your sad, I just make a funny face. Make a funny face, yeah. Even when I make you mad, I put on my funny face, on my funny face. I like it when you smile, I like when you smile, I love it when you laugh, I love it when you laugh. I love it when you do it too so let me see your funny face, yeah."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm just not good enough, is that it? Yeah, because I'm nothing meaning I just don't cut the mark. I'm just not good enough and I'd never be. I'm so sick of battling this war on my own, I hate the fact how one sided situations even exist. Anyways, I stayed up watching The Beauty Of The Game all night till morning because I couldn't sleep. The drama is pretty good but I totally disagree with the quotations that they give. The character Jiang Feng which is Christine Ng, she said "there's no such thing as stealing someone's boyfriend, feelings isn't something we can control." True, the second part is right but the first isn't. Like what the hell is she trying to teach Gao Qing Wen which is Kate Tsui. LoL that stupid bitch, I'm starting to think shes evil in the drama now. God this drama is so confusing, you can't tell the good and evil apart. They keep switching your point of views. Oh my god, Kate is so evil in the drama, holy crap. That no good sick bastard. Mmm, its been two days now.. I haven't been eating properly for two whole days now. Well at least I had ice cream and chips yesterday, I had nothing today. I feel so tired and moody, don't want to have any contact with the outside world, I just want to lay in bed all day. Without the air con, its pretty hard to do. Gosh, watching this drama kind of puts me down. Its just making me feel as if theres no hope in life, that everyone would turn against you. I thought this drama was meant to be all funny but now its all serious and stuff. Why is everything such a down fall? Why is everything so sad, disappointing, miserable, hopeless and down. Everything is putting me down. Watching this drama really does put me down, everything about it is just saying how cruel life is and how evil you have to be to get what you want. Dumb drama, makes me feel so sad. Ouch.. my heart is hearting a lot at the moment. I think I'm eating too much fatty and sugary food, maybe I should go on a diet or something. Feeling so sick, I still got a cold and its like summer too. Damn my weak immune system, I'm not gonna take stupid antibiotics and shit anymore for these little stuff, I'm only destroying the white cells that attack these germs making me sick all the time. Ohh, I really like the song to this drama, its playing at the moment. LoL the line that says "you must learn to put it down", I love that line. The Beauty Of The Game is such a good drama and to have thought that I refused to watch this, what a pity, lucky I've finally decided to watch it. Oh what the fuck? I thought they said Chan Man Chi in the drama can't read chinese and all of a sudden now she can read the chinese on the internet forms? LoL thats just dumb, they didn't even take notice of these things, they should think carefully before they write the storyline. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-9169874439724570670?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/9169874439724570670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-january-23-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/9169874439724570670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/9169874439724570670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-january-23-2010.html' title='Saturday, January 23, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1qzAzn6FoI/AAAAAAAAARM/UnLb584Tqqs/s72-c/goofy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-1633148826939510308</id><published>2010-01-22T20:50:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:34:58.635+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, January 22, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: Uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Jesse McCartney - Because You Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1l4PV7uclI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fawAq4jS6JU/s1600-h/nightsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1l4PV7uclI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fawAq4jS6JU/s320/nightsky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429503030752866898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Because you live and breathe, because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help. Because you live, &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt;. My world has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;twice as many stars in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, my dad's friend came again and this time he took apart the air con and took it away. Apparently the electric thingy, as in the whole piece of thing broke and yeah electricity can't pass through it anymore, thats why its not working. He said because the air con is pretty old, they don't make them like this anymore so yeah we have to send it off to the Sharp company to order another electric thing but because he has a Sharp air con at home, his trying to see if they match so he can use that one to replace it for my air con. LoL not my fault my air con is old, I got it like when I first moved here, which was ages ago but it still looks pretty brand new to me. Black Adder II is on at the moment, not really paying attention to it but it does seem quite funny. Its so hard to concentrate on anything in this heat.  Living without an air con is like living in hell. Hmm, deciding whether I should go to my mum's room now or not. Going there means no television but there will be air con and net, farr why does she have to drama so much for. Staying here means no air con but theres net and television, ngaww what a hard dilemma. Stupid computer screen froze in the middle of me saving Family Outing right after like hours of downloading, now I have to download it all over again freaken hell. 980.01 MB is like massive, thats almost 1 GB. - Sighs - its so hot right now and I'm so hungry, everything is so blehh, I don't know what I want to do LoL. Well sitting around here wouldn't help so yeah. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-1633148826939510308?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/1633148826939510308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-january-22-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1633148826939510308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1633148826939510308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-january-22-2010.html' title='Friday, January 22, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1l4PV7uclI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fawAq4jS6JU/s72-c/nightsky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7957104826442150803</id><published>2010-01-21T21:31:00.014+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:06:29.933+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, January 21, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Boys Like Girls  - The Great Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1gyHUHkAVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wl0y1JrwUHk/s1600-h/8524_100273866660157_100000326315305_5629_2405610_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1gyHUHkAVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wl0y1JrwUHk/s320/8524_100273866660157_100000326315305_5629_2405610_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429144452036034898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Throw it away, forget yesterday, we'll make the great escape. We won't hear a word they say, they don't know us anyway. Watch it burn, let it die cause we are finally free tonight."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have one thing to say, don't set your hopes up too high because you'll only be in for a big disappointment. Oh great, jeeeze my air con broke today. Like out of all days, it had to be on a hot day. My mum was like I'm cursed or something. Because it broke, I woke up all sticky and hot. It was such a terrible way to wake up and to find out my air con broke was just fantastic. My dad called his friend to ask him to take a look. He said there was something wrong with the engine or whatever, his gonna come back tomorrow so yeah. There might be a possibility that they wouldn't be able to fix it. How great is this, another problem that I've come cross. For fuck sakes I swear why is everything going down hill so rapidly? What the fuck on earth did I fucking do that everything has to go against me? I'm just so mad right now, so mad at everything. Went Woolworths just then and got a whole heck of a lot of junk food, I don't think its wise to spend the remaining cash like that especially in our condition. Blehh, I'm so weird. I always say that no one is there for me when I never want to actually talk to anyone. I find it such a hassle to communicate to people over the internet, like I just want to be alone all the time? But then again, maybe its because they always talking to me when I'm sleepy. I find everything so frustrating right now. The air con, the money, the job problem? I'm just sitting here wondering when all this is going to end. Oh my god jeeeze, guess what? Ha this is just great, our speakers from downstairs are broken just right now. Fuck what the hell? Seriously, why is everything like this for? You might as well hope I get into a car crash and die too then. Jeeeze, I don't even know what to say. - Sighs - You stress the shit out of me, I hate everything about this. It would be nice if things turned out right for once. The beach outing is on Monday, I don't even know if I want to go anymore. I only have $14.05 left and I don't know if I really want to spend it. I don't know, I got a head ache so yeah. Anyways I haven't done those survey/question stuff for quite a while so heres some. The End. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;RANDOM SURVEY&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random fact about you:&lt;/span&gt; I can't look at someone directly eye to eye for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craziest thing you've done: &lt;/span&gt;Done too many to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weirdest moment:&lt;/span&gt; Awkward silences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiest moment in your life:&lt;/span&gt; Thats a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something you want to do:&lt;/span&gt; Skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something you regret:&lt;/span&gt; Saying things and regretting it later on and not saying things and regretting it later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How lazy are you:&lt;/span&gt; So lazy that I force myself to sleep just so I don't need to go toilet to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Things that annoys you:&lt;/span&gt; 1.) People who tell me they're bored on Msn, fuck off seriously because I'm not gonna do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;2.) How fucking spoiled some people are, how they always get things their way.&lt;br /&gt;3.) How people complain that its just not enough and they're always wanting more. Fucking ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Things that makes you happy:&lt;/span&gt; 1.) When you're not around.&lt;br /&gt;2.) When I feel comfortable enough to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Being asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Things that makes you sad:&lt;/span&gt; 1.) Walking home by myself at night, especially around 10 something.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Seeing my own assumptions coming true.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7957104826442150803?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7957104826442150803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-january-21-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7957104826442150803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7957104826442150803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-january-21-2010.html' title='Thursday, January 21, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1gyHUHkAVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wl0y1JrwUHk/s72-c/8524_100273866660157_100000326315305_5629_2405610_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-6715213356864017269</id><published>2010-01-20T23:19:00.015+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:39:09.313+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, January 20, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: Ho sum tong&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: FM Static - Definitely Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1b6i_oqquI/AAAAAAAAAQk/3Ivy3bDBxLs/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1b6i_oqquI/AAAAAAAAAQk/3Ivy3bDBxLs/s320/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428801879946210018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"How much longer will this keep getting strong? I wonder what &lt;s&gt;shes&lt;/s&gt; doing when I'm singing myself to sleep. Cause &lt;s&gt;his&lt;/s&gt; a faker so see ya later. I wonder when you'll realize &lt;s&gt;she&lt;/s&gt; means a lot more to me."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The greatest pains in the world are not necessarily caused by people around you but your actual self. If you don't think so badly of it, it wouldn't hurt you right? You people make me feel so pissed off to see you complain so much when you have it all. Maybe its because I've learnt to appreciate every little thing I've got but still, its such a piss off to see you have something and still complain that its not enough. At least its something, others don't even have anything as close to that. You're so spoiled, always having things your way, if you get things your way this time, I seriously don't know when you'd ever learn. Its just so unfair to watch how some people get everything they want and others don't, it irritates me because they don't deserve it but who am I to judge them like that? They do some things that are so unbelievably unforgivable and yet they still get to have it all. I'm pretty scared right now, I'm so close to losing the only little things that I have left of me and if thats gone too, I don't know whats the purpose of life anymore. One by one I'm losing everything that ever meant anything to me, its like god is fucking us all around or something. Wasn't the first lost enough? First it was that, then my interest in education, my hobbies which were the only things I was ever good at in my life, money and now this. Yeah, the world is unfair but isn't this just a bit over board? A little too much? I just want to fucking scream in your face so loud till you go deaf, I want to scream out the things that I've been longing to say for so long, I want to just scream my heart out to all those miseries that I've been holding back and most of all, I just want to scream out loud till my throat gets sore. I want to scream the mother fucking shit out of you, fucking put some sense into you. Shut up with the hypercrite talk because we're all one at times okaye? This is my blog anyways, I have the rights to be a bitch so you shut the fuck up if you're gonna talk bullshit to me. I freaken complain a lot because a lot of things in my life ain't right, I complain a lot because I've once had the best life ever and now I'm going through hell, I complain a lot because I just really want to be happy for once. We all have different levels of limits and this is mine, this is my bloody limit. I'm so sick of everything, wheres the Esc button in life when you need one. I never realized how hard things were till now. I'm just so stressed out lately. Family is falling apart, mum is making me do all these chores, cousin is annoying me all the time. God I'm just so frustrated, I need time to breathe, time to just let it all go, I can't even think properly right now. If I was to scream out loud right now, I'd say "I hate life, I hate how I can't have anything that I need, I hate the fact that I'm so grumpy all the time and I'm never ever putting effort into being happy around people, I hate the fact that I try way too hard at times that its so obvious that my smiles and laughs are fucking fake, I hate the fact that you only fucking do things that benefit yourself, fucking mother fucking greedy dick who only thinks for themselves. Yeah, you may seem to care for others but only because that benefits you. Asshole, I'd like to see you care for me right now! You don't right? Because it doesn't fucking benefit you. Fucking asshole, blehhh." I just have so much more I want to say but thats enough for today. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-6715213356864017269?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/6715213356864017269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/wednesday-january-20-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6715213356864017269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6715213356864017269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/wednesday-january-20-2010.html' title='Wednesday, January 20, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1b6i_oqquI/AAAAAAAAAQk/3Ivy3bDBxLs/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-1528879842593368470</id><published>2010-01-19T21:31:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:15:51.253+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, January 19, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: Sick&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Gary Le, Micky Nachom and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Jason DeRulo - Whatcha Say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1WKc66nvNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CZeTO8fo470/s1600-h/love.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1WKc66nvNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CZeTO8fo470/s320/love.....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428397155321101522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"But when I become a star, we'll be living so large, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll do anything for you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel so sick, blehh. Got a cold at the moment and it really sucks. I'm watching Tool Academy finals right now and its so exciting. Ngaww, I wanted Shawn and Ada to win but too bad they got kicked out in semi finals. Ryan is a real bitch, doesn't deserve to be in the finals. I totally agree with what Josh said, his so fake. LoL what the hell, the whole time he wanted people to call him maxiflex or whatever and right at the final exam he tells Katrina to call him Ryan. Pfft, faker. He only said that so he can get a better chance of winning. So exciting LoL, its the finals. Poor Jenna, Ryan is so up himself. Lmao I reckon both the couples don't deserve to win. Firstly, Josh called Ashley fat before and he really meant it, insulting her and shit about losing weight? Who the hell does that to their girlfriend. It'll surely be a shocker to see who wins. $100,000 man, I'd love to win that. Hmm, really sucks lately since dad is around all the time. I'm still so surprised about the fact that he quited, it means no more take away midnight stacks anymore now, I'm going to miss that. My favourites were the lobster, chili crab, cury rice noodles and beef stir fried rice noodles. Never am I ever gonna see them again, how sad. Holy shit, I knew it. I knew ittttt, Josh won Lmao. Holy crapppp, him and Ashley are gonna get married. Ngaww. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-1528879842593368470?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/1528879842593368470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-january-19-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1528879842593368470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1528879842593368470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-january-19-2010.html' title='Tuesday, January 19, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1WKc66nvNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CZeTO8fo470/s72-c/love.....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-5914253047230164586</id><published>2010-01-18T21:23:00.019+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:18:18.430+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, January 18, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: Glum&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Gary Le&lt;br /&gt;Music: Legaci - Down, My Love, Real Love (Mixtape Acapella Beat Box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1Q7sJBTWzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LiW1Ry_TJLc/s1600-h/miss...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1Q7sJBTWzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LiW1Ry_TJLc/s320/miss...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428029080409955122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You can miss someone who died, you can miss someone whos moved away but the worse is to miss someone you see every day."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm starting to feel as if I'm a melancholic. I don't understand why I can't seem to be happy, no matter what I do its like all gloomy and shit. Maybe its all the pressure to get it right this time, that urge to get over the bridge, maybe this is just one of the side affects of over thinking. I can't help it if its just like that right? Oh sure we can all just act and pretend to be fine in front of everyone but deep down inside, you can never seem to lie to yourself. I found the best quote/statement thing that best describes what I'm on about. It has it all, everything about it is exactly how I feel and at the end of the day, we ask "how can 663 737766 cause all this?". I wonder too. It was a pretty amazing quote. Its starting to become a habit of mine, finding quotes and stuff. Hmm, I remember back in year one or two I used to collect stickers, I never dared use one because I just wanted to stare at them. I still have them now and not a single one has been used yet. Now I've moved onto collecting photographic pictures and I guess my latest craze are quotes? I don't understand why I'm so eager to find quotes that describes my emotions and feelings, its so strange and yet I still don't know why I do it. But no matter how long and hard we all search for those perfect words to describe us all, we'll never find them. No words in this world can ever define one self. Like we all say "its for me to know and for you to find out" just that no one actually finds out LoL. Okaye I totally have no idea what the hell I was on about, Rofl what the fuck was all that bullshit? Watching speed right now and my heart is fully beating fast as, I've already watched this movie ages ago but it still thrills me every time. Somethings troubling me but I can't seem to put my finger on it. I don't know but anyways, I bought my sandwich stuff today because yeah, dad is officially unemployed today so he drove us around to buy stuff. I got myself some lovely sausages, bacon and bread. Mmm, I'm so gonna make it tonight when I get hungry. Oh I went Office Works today to buy some stuff for school and oh my god, I got the Faber Castell 48 pack colouring pencils. Holy crap, this is like heaven to me. I feel so happy like oh my fucking god, 48 colouring pencils man. Suck shit 12 pack, I don't have to put up with you anymore. I finally have all the colours of the rainbow, so bloody happy. And I also cleaned up my book self which took hours to clean since I'm a very messy person but its all worth it, its so clean and tidy now. I'm still so over whelmed about the colouring pencils, like fuckkkkkkkk 48 colouring pencils YAYAYYAAYYA. I'm doing visual arts this year, so excited. I'm ready to get back to my artistic side. At the same time, not so excited because I just can't seem to draw like how I used to anymore, my skills are lacking. Looking back at my Fruits Basket anime drawings, it makes me wonder how on earth did I draw so nice, LoL now my drawings are just like a piece of shit but still wooooooooooh, 48 colouring pencils. Truly my kind of heaven. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-5914253047230164586?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/5914253047230164586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-january-18-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5914253047230164586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5914253047230164586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-january-18-2010.html' title='Monday, January 18, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1Q7sJBTWzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LiW1Ry_TJLc/s72-c/miss...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-2532681838574983253</id><published>2010-01-17T22:23:00.017+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:56:00.448+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, January 17, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: In denial&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Gary Le, Karly Diec, Tam Nguyen and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Jay Sean - War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1L0oqwEd_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/2SjdnlDV4a4/s1600-h/willyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1L0oqwEd_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/2SjdnlDV4a4/s320/willyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427669480442722290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Does &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt; really know you like I know you? All the little things. Does &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt; really love you like I love you? How can &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt; compete. If &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt; makes me fight for it, die for you, would &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt; do the same? This is turning to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;way more than a game.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was Phung's disaraoke, it was fun. LoL I got there around 4 something. Me and Bruce versed Phung and Sylvia in 13, the Chinese verses the Vietnamese. I was so happy that Bruce won LoL but sad thing was, I came last and lost. So Allan Chung came and Bruce and him went off to have time together. Since Cindy Phan came, Cindy Phan, Hiep, me, Phung and Sylvia then moved onto playing toilet flush. HAHHA, Sylvia kept losing because she was a true snail. Hmm, after that, we played bullshit. Omg I swear I did the dumbest bullshit ever. All the fives were already placed down and two turns later, I said three fives? What a dumb cunt LoL. I swear. And thats how I ended up with the whole deck of cards, I was so close to winning dammit. Around 8:22 mum called full telling me off like always telling me to go home, god it pisses me off. She called me so many times that night already. I'm always the early bird who goes home first, how gay is that. LoL like always, I lie that I'm going home by car but apparently I walk home. Well that way I get to stay longer? If not, I'd have to go super early or something. It was sprinkling and so, I walked home in the rain. It was a pretty scary walk, these two dogs were following me and not to mention, this black guy and asian guy was on drugs or something and was riding their bikes behind me from the school till my street. I'm so tired of walking home myself, its so scary but its the only way to get home. I guess I'm pretty used to it now considering that I'm always on my own. - Sighs - dad stops working right after today meaning his gonna be home everyday starting tomorrow. Well doubt it, his gonna take mum to do grocery shopping then go out with friends, blah, blah, blah. Farrr, I'm so sad right now. Can't go to Karly's formal dinner because I don't even have $20. I know right? You're all just probably thinking "its only $20" well sorry, because I can't even afford $15 either. I originally had enough to get a dress and stuff from the beginning of December last year because I had $70, but now I'm down to my last $14.05. I didn't know my dad was going to lose his job and things would end up this way. Fucking hell this shit sucks cocks. Ohhh, so excited. I'm finally getting my sandwich ingredients tomorrow to make my super duper awesome sandwich that I've been craving for since like forever. I'm so getting EasyWay as well since I'm also craving for it. I want a large honeydew milk tea. LoL ever since Linda Chan told me to try it, I've been loving it like crazy but that was like ages ago. Hmm, I wonder how my sandwich is going to turn out like tomorrow. But whatever the outcome is, I know it won't be as good as Subway's. Nothing in this world can ever ever everrrrrr compare to Subway seriously, I thank the oh mighty person who invented Subway because they make the best sandwiches in the world. I'm so full just thinking about it, actually not really because I ate Mi Goreng not too long ago. Lmao. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-2532681838574983253?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/2532681838574983253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-january-17-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2532681838574983253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2532681838574983253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-january-17-2010.html' title='Sunday, January 17, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1L0oqwEd_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/2SjdnlDV4a4/s72-c/willyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-5450531722862346484</id><published>2010-01-15T20:45:00.014+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:40:10.269+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, January 15, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Blank&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Mary J Blige - Real Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1A5l3jJahI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1cMibAZYEFA/s1600-h/14-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1A5l3jJahI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1cMibAZYEFA/s320/14-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426900873710758418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh when I met you I just knew that you would take my heart and run, until you told me how you felt for me. You said I'm not the one. So I slowly came to see all of the things that you were made of and now I hope my dreams and inspiration lead me towards a real love."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The time is coming near, its almost Sunday now. That's the last day of my dad working meaning after this, there wouldn't be any money left. Its pretty scary to think about it but its already coming so soon. Okaye, thinking about this pisses me off because this mother fucking asshole laughed at me because of this? You know who you are! Fucking dick, whats your problem? Yeah, so what if my family is going through hell right now? What the fuck is so funny about that, seriously? Are you mentally effed in the head or something? Fucking hell, I don't even know why you laughed at me for? I wasn't even talking to you you dumb fuck. Go fucking jump off a cliff and laugh, I'm sure its much more amusing than me being poor. I can't believe I even once considered you as a friend. I fucking hate your face so much now, you're one fucked up mother fucker, bloody tb shit. Man you're a bitch. I only have $14.05 left for the rest of this holiday? Is that even enough for the beach outing on the 27th? Ngaww, such a hard dilemma to decide whether I should go or not. Phung's discaraoke is tomorrow, I didn't find anything shiny at city yesterday, so I don't know what to do about tomorrow. Watching Ghost at the moment. You know that scene when Patrick Swazye and Demi Moore does clay work together? I always thought that she was a guy and this was some movie about homosexuals. Rofl, well until now, I finally realized that shes a girl. AHAHA just changed channels to GO! and Black Adder II is on. Its that show that the Mr. Bean guy plays in. Ohhhh, made some more creamy pasta earlier. It was pretty nice, but didn't use any SPAM this time. I feel like making a nice sandwich next. Top it up with some fried eggs, grilled onions, sausages, bacon, ham, lettuce, tomatoes and barbecue sauce. Mmm, I can full taste it right now. LoL well yeah, have nothing else to say. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-5450531722862346484?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/5450531722862346484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-january-15-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5450531722862346484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5450531722862346484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-january-15-2009.html' title='Friday, January 15, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S1A5l3jJahI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1cMibAZYEFA/s72-c/14-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-8499000631850516993</id><published>2010-01-14T18:50:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:27:19.985+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, January 14, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Brian McKnight - Six Months, Eight Days, Twelve Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S07NuqQSTBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/R9fz_6jL_Og/s1600-h/76609b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S07NuqQSTBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/R9fz_6jL_Og/s320/76609b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426500802528300050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Do you ever ask about me? Do your friends still tell you what to do? Every time the phone rings, do you wish it was me calling you? Do you still feel the same? Or has time put out the flame? I miss you, is everything okay?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ney ji mm ji doh ngo jun hai ho oi ney ah? Fuck, yeah. Ngo ho oi ney you know that? Well today sure was a fun day until like at a point, I really didn't feel like anything. This is what I call "loon oi" LoL do you get me? If you can figure that out then good for you, if not, then don't even bother. So, today we went to Manly Beach today in the rain. It was okaye I guess? Nothing special. We were playing 13 on the train and holy crap it was addictive, probably the highlight of my day apart from the ferry ride. Went back to Town Hall afterwards and went caps. By that stage, I really didn't feel like anything, I was feeling pretty down for a particular reason and just wanted to go home. Though this whole explanation sounds short, it wasn't. Spent like 5 hours in the outing and I went home with Micky and Georgia. I lagged it home because I honestly didn't want to go home but yet at the same time I wanted to. I kept staring at the sky, looked pretty cloudy today. Hmm and yeah, I'm finally home. I'm tired and I'm thinking way too much. I don't know when would these problems go away but surely right now, they seem to be staying for the long run. Gosh, freaken hell.. you're on top of all my problems. Yeah, I have much greater problems than this but this seems to piss me off much more than anything else. I feel like a fucking burden to this whole world or something. Seriously if I was to leave, I'd solve everything. My family wouldn't have to be wasting money on me, particular people don't want me here anyways, this solution works ayes? Ha, but I did once say, running away solves nothing. Your troubles will only follow you. I know better not to. I can't do nothing about it but just sit here and tell my life story on BlogSpot. LoL well better than people who tell them on their FaceBook status, now thats what I call a piss off. I mean, blogs were invented for a reason. Or simply just tell someone? The whole world doesn't need to know your shit. Sounds hypercritical since my blog is public but its not like people would find me anyways, I don't like to tell people my url. Good for you if you find me, thanks for stalking me. I'm so freaken pissed off, stressed out, all angry and stuff. But what can I do about it? Nothing. Jeeeze, I hate this. Its so dumb and pathetic that I'm even thinking so much. Trying so hard to analyze it all and figuring out whats up? Its all just a waste of time. I'm tired of it all, I'm tired of the fact that I'm tired. LoL yeahhhh, I'm tired that I'm tired. Doesn't make sense but thats how I feel okaye? I'm tired. We shouldn't waste time thinking what could have been, what should have been or what would of been, we should just fucking appreciate what we have now. Even if its nothing, I'm sure its much better than what some people have out there. Complaining so much about little things like this would only make yourself seem like a big bitch. This is exactly what I was on about last night, I didn't want to get too into it and have lecture talks but too bad I did in this entry. LoL well I'm honestly running out of energy now, I don't want to think about it anymore. 46477968.. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-8499000631850516993?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/8499000631850516993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8499000631850516993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8499000631850516993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/mood.html' title='Thursday, January 14, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S07NuqQSTBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/R9fz_6jL_Og/s72-c/76609b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-3568897186004659019</id><published>2010-01-14T00:35:00.014+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:08:44.007+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, January 14, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Drake Ft. Nicki Minja - Best I Ever Had (Remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S03My2lB88I/AAAAAAAAAPc/cXgaf5-e5HQ/s1600-h/Childhood_Not_Lost_by_LoverDgirlA10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S03My2lB88I/AAAAAAAAAPc/cXgaf5-e5HQ/s320/Childhood_Not_Lost_by_LoverDgirlA10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426218300067673026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"And I say the same thing every single time, I say you the fucking best, you fucking the best, you the fucking best, you the best I ever had, best I ever had, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;best I ever had.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Right now, ngo jun hai ho sum tong, like really. LoL I don't know, its ridiculous. Hmm, its raining right now, even the sky is with me. Basically its still the 13th but I'm just using the technical date. Whelp, going beach in the morning, how nice its raining on a beach outing once again. 436688633778263949467643278276536.. Rofl, I'd like to see you figure that out. I made a new years resolution last year and I'm trying my best to stick by it, but like all new years resolutions that I've made in the past, it seems to be failing on me. At times like these, I really do wonder why I spend so much time on blogging nonsense? Like seriously, I'll get over these stuff after a few hours, why do I even bother ranting about it anyways? Its not like its gonna make me feel better. Blogging about it is only going to remind me later on in the future that such a thing even pissed me off from before. Other than all this bullshit, I sure do love to blog. AHAHHA can't remember who but I remember someone saying that my entries are interesting or something? Its hard to believe that it is since I have nothing to blog about anymore. Actually I do have a lot to say but I ain't blogging it out. If I wanted to blog private shit, I would of made this private. Unlike "some people" LoL not mentioning any names, I like to keep this public. Feeling kind of sad right now, thinking about a lot of things. Stupid Vivian, shes going Hong Kong one day before my birthday, what a bitch. Makes me feel sad when I think about it. Ha, but I understand, its just my birthday right? LoL, I seem to be on the emotional roller coaster lately. I'm not happy about a lot of things. I knew 2010 would be a shit year but right now its really being a bitch to me, the whole thing about my dad quitting is tearing up the family. I feel as if theres a lot of weight on my shoulders and theres no one there to help me shed it off. I'm so stressed out for fuck sakes, I know you can't always have it easy but is it really fair to lose it all all at once? It fucking hits you like some nuclear bomb. Life, you're a bitch. I hope you burn or suffer some terrible pain because you sure do give a hell lot of that to a lot of people. Hmm, I think I'll stop here. I wouldn't want to sit here for hours giving another lecture of mine. HAHAH so thats it for now, I'll blog after the beach outing. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-3568897186004659019?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/3568897186004659019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-january-14-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3568897186004659019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3568897186004659019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-january-14-2010.html' title='Thursday, January 14, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S03My2lB88I/AAAAAAAAAPc/cXgaf5-e5HQ/s72-c/Childhood_Not_Lost_by_LoverDgirlA10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-6195225385892216657</id><published>2010-01-12T22:24:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:10:34.163+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, January 12, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: George Radojcic&lt;br /&gt;Music: India Arie - A Beautiful Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S0xlwezY40I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2_OGPtSFmzE/s1600-h/photo-134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S0xlwezY40I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2_OGPtSFmzE/s320/photo-134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425823534651335490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Early in the morning is a dawn of a new day, new hopes, new dreams, new ways. Open my eyes and open my mind and I wonder &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;how life will surprise me&lt;/span&gt; today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okaye, a quick update with life since I haven't blogged for a while. So recently my dad has quit his job.. Really sad, so our family is basically going into poverty. First time ever man, my dad quits? So shocking, well I'm pretty tired of going on about him quitting so I'll shut up about it. So umm not much lately, went DFO the other week and got two tops and board shorts for swimming. LoL so today I finally asked if I can go on Thursday's outing, took so long to nag my mum into letting me go. Once again we are going beach but I'm saying I'm just going city. I'm feeling a lot better now, I don't want to think about anything.. I said that I'd be going forward so thats exactly what I'll do. Its a shame how it seems as though I'm not really going anywhere with it. The whole situation and changes for 2010 is pretty crazy. I got laser I think about 5 days ago and yeah the moles fell off now, left with holes once again. This time its my main ones, the one on top of my mouth and the one on the bottom. HAHAH me and George are talking about Tool Academy at the moment, farrrr I love that show. Its so good. Stupid Shawn ruined it, I reckon they would of won if he didn't rage like a bitch in the last minute. So thats pretty much the updates about life right now I guess? Nothing much to say. Hmm, made creamy pasta myself today, I was really craving for pasta for a while now and I finally made some. So happy to have had pasta. Oh yeah, Phung's discaraoke is coming up, I must find something shiny. LoL, she said she doesn't even have anything shiny herself and she was the one that came up with the theme. I don't know, probably find some accessory shit? Thats all for now. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-6195225385892216657?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/6195225385892216657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-january-12-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6195225385892216657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6195225385892216657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-january-12-2010.html' title='Tuesday, January 12, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S0xlwezY40I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2_OGPtSFmzE/s72-c/photo-134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-8717174629426907096</id><published>2010-01-07T18:18:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:37:26.748+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, January 07, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL once again feeling shit I guess? Well I found these amazing quotes that I really like and I just wanted to share them. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;" - Bette Davis. What a lovely quote, I really like this one because its so true. Theres a lot of meaning to this quote but lets not get to that so heres the next one. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you judge people, you have no time to love them.&lt;/span&gt;" - Mother Teresa. Wow, this is also another true one. Yeah, we all do judge people a lot right? We always bitch about other people's flaws and shit. Okaye next one. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is never wanting to lose faith, never wanting to give up, and never truly moving on. Love is knowing and praying in the deepest part of what's left of your heart that they feel the same.&lt;/span&gt;" - CourtneyJo Wright. This is the quote that I love the most, then its the first one. I love this one because well yeah its pretty obvious LoL. Man people who come up with quotes are so damn smart Rofl. Well I came up with a few before but those weren't really as good as these. Hmm I wrote the ones like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its hard to follow your brain when your heart is the strongest muscle in your body&lt;/span&gt;" and also, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If memories of you were like documents in a hard drive, I'd delete you out of my system&lt;/span&gt;." Those were probably the best I came up with but it was so many years ago, not sure if the first one was how it really went LoL. Hmm, wow I just wrote a whole entry about quotes. Very nice. Well yeah, just wanted to share the quotes and thats pretty much it. Don't want to think about anything else right now, lifes such a buzz at the moment, its so hectic and shit that every thing is a bother to me. I wonder why I care about you so much coz honestly, its stupid, pathetic, a waste of time. LoL jeeeeeze, I'm such a sook and I complain way too much, hopefully I can somehow over come this. I started to write in my diary today, gonna full on bitch and stuff to my diary everyday, lets see if I can actually wrote everyday. I would love to bitch every single day, this could probably help me get rid of my anger problems. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-8717174629426907096?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/8717174629426907096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-january-07-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8717174629426907096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8717174629426907096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-january-07-2010.html' title='Thursday, January 07, 2010'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-8201071010387258123</id><published>2010-01-04T01:28:00.014+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:53:36.632+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, January 04, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Randy Tran, Scott Chanthaboury and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S0C0UcC9r4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/kQ3thx5DmOM/s1600-h/tumblr_kt92jgh8ic1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S0C0UcC9r4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/kQ3thx5DmOM/s320/tumblr_kt92jgh8ic1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422532214573084546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well this is for the 3rd. LoL omfggggggggg, we went Bondi today even though I said to my mum I wasn't. Apart from something in particular, it was all good. It was fun today. Because of the track work, we had to take the replacement trains to Grandville then train it to city. The bus was really nice and comfortable. So we got to city and yeah at town hall, Joshua asked Sylvia to go with him around city and wait for Michael and Scott. She said she'll go if I go so I ended up going and because I went, Jenny ended up going too. She said she went to this whole outing only coz of me, LoL how sweet. So the four of us explored a little. Went China Town and shit. HAHAH, omg at Dixon House the elevators were so thin. Sylvia was like "what do they expect all asians to be skinny or something" HAHHAH. That cracked me up. Went Paddy's market then went up stairs. We went to Smiggle and stuff, I got my 2010 diary. The blue one of course, it looks so pretty. So after that, we went right back to where we started. LoL went back at Mc Donalds to get Scott and Michael. We then went station to train it to Bondi Juction and then bused it to the beach. LoL, it was so cold. Hmm, some how I ended up in the water even though I didn't plan to since I got pushed in. The guys found a puffer fish thingy and yeah we rolled it to land. LoL, it was so fat and heavy. We did some stuff like play banana split, took some pictures and yeah. After a while at 4 something we left and went home. The journey was long and tiring, at times I couldn't even tell if I was sleeping or awake. Felt so worn out. Can't believe I stayed awake for over 26 hours, thats crazy shit. Got home, quickly showered trying to wash away the evidence that I went beach. It took so long, I felt so dizzy and tired. After that, went sleep and yeah. After waking up, talked to Vivian and yeah. The thing that I mentioned early was really starting to bug me. I was probably more pissed off than ever because I just woke up. Wow, I sure do rage a lot over nothing, but whatever. LoL, hmm none of my business. I don't care. It just frustrates me because people ask and talk to me about it. Do I really look like I want to know everything about it? Actually I do but its best for me to stay away from this topic, I don't want to talk about it no matter how much I want to. Fuckkk this guy on Msn is really pissing me off at the moment, so annoying. Jeeeeze anyways, back with the topic. I guess all I'm really saying is, this frustrates me, this frustrates me a lot for some reason. Blah, blah, blah, once again I'm talking nonsense. Hmm, I found these quotes and I like them. They really do point out the truth. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.&lt;/span&gt;" by Francois De La Rochefoucauld and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.&lt;/span&gt;" by him also. Its so true, love is more defined as hatred than friendship and we usually always tend to love the ones that hate us than the ones that love us. Damn this guy is a good quote writer, LoL good on him. HAHAH, I just love finding quotes and comment about them, its almost as fun as reading failblog and fml. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-8201071010387258123?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/8201071010387258123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/mood-tired-msn-randy-tran-scott.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8201071010387258123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8201071010387258123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2010/01/mood-tired-msn-randy-tran-scott.html' title='Monday, January 04, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/S0C0UcC9r4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/kQ3thx5DmOM/s72-c/tumblr_kt92jgh8ic1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-5515804706366200874</id><published>2009-12-29T20:48:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:22:04.822+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, December 29, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SznSBNwySoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TZjTbyIOjyo/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SznSBNwySoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TZjTbyIOjyo/s320/00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420594544833088130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Like the clouds, you drift me away, far away, yeah. And like the sun, you brighten the day, you brighten my day, yeah."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember last week whilst walking home from Centrelink with my mum, she said to me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're very lucky to be my daughter, if you were to have anyone else as your mum, I don't think they'd ever love you as much as I do and you wouldn't have all these things that you have, a lot of asian parents are very stingy.&lt;/span&gt;" It kind of made me teary yet happy somehow. It made me realized that yeah, I am pretty lucky. Who cares that she doesn't let me out a lot anymore, or that I don't have much freedom, shes only like this because she cares right? Yeah, sometimes she does get out of hand and go too far but still, somehow I'm still glad that shes my mum. Haven't blogged for a few days, weren't really in the mood for blogging. I've been quite tired lately, only down to a meal for a day now. Been sleeping quite a lot too, probably thats why I'm not really active.  Yay, new years is coming soon. How nice and hopefully next year it'll be a hell lot better than this year. Gonna go clothing shopping tomorrow, I want to get new tops, hopefully find something nice. Oh my god, stupid Bao wants to beat me in Restaurant City LoL, his like 20,000 gourmet points away from catching up to me. Shitttttttttt, ngaww that freak. I must stay in front no matter what. I putted a few cans of soft drinks in the fridge a while ago, waiting for it to get cold, can't wait to drink it LoL. Kind of craving for it for some reason. Lately I'm really bord so yeah, rewatching the old Burning Flame series. I'm currently watching Burning Flame I and after that gonna watch Burning Flame II. LoL its funny how all the girls that enter the fire fighters department, they have that really short bob hair cut if they work there. Its like that in all the series. First its Sum Pik Yiu in the first series then it was Easy, well shes a cop but still LoL. HAHA so funny, Lok Tin Yau was like "You big, he small. You beat him, you eat shit you know?" to the english guy Rofl. HAHHA god that cracked me up. Okaye gonna go get my can out of the fridge now. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-5515804706366200874?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/5515804706366200874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesday-december-29-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5515804706366200874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5515804706366200874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesday-december-29-2009.html' title='Tuesday, December 29, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SznSBNwySoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TZjTbyIOjyo/s72-c/00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-1576924525752275021</id><published>2009-12-25T00:43:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:36:40.604+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, December 25, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Ho sum tong...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Allan Chung, Christine Chau, George Radojcic, Harrison Hopwood, Linda Chan, Jenny Le and Sylvia Nguyen&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SzSvfN2zvvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rHzVUjG_150/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SzSvfN2zvvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rHzVUjG_150/s320/hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419149202463899378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"My heart can't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with. Because of you, I never stray too far from the sidewalk. Because of you, I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt. Because of you, I find it hard to trust not only me but everyone around me. Because of you, I am afraid."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Feeling really shit at the moment because of something, I said to myself to not let it bother me anymore but apparently its only bothering me even more now. Stuff you! $%#@!@!^@#!@ Anyways, the spamming of Merry Christmas is over now, I can finally relax my sacks. Was high for more than half an hour. LoL WOOOOOOOOOH, Merry Christmas everyone. Hmmmm I feel a lot better now, not so angry or pissed whatever I was feeling early. I actually feel quite happy apart from the whole thing why I was feeling shit anyways. - Sighs - I better stop thinking about it because it sure is freaken bothering me at the moment and I hate that feeling. Its 1:43AM now.. Though I've tried to tell myself to wish you the best, I can't okaye? I just simply can't because I don't mean it. I really want to wish that you don't get what you want, its such a hateful wish but still, blehh. I'm trying so bloody hard and yet it still bothers me. I get over it and stuff but once I see "stuff" I automatically click and it really pisses the shits out of me, I'm not even choosing to be this way, I want to change this for once and its not even freaken helping. I tried so hard. Fuck this shit, honestly I can't fucking handle it anymore. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk !@#$%^&amp;amp;*^%$#@ Whatever, blogging this is only making me think about it even more so I'm gonna stop now. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-1576924525752275021?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/1576924525752275021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday-december-25-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1576924525752275021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1576924525752275021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday-december-25-2009.html' title='Friday, December 25, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SzSvfN2zvvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rHzVUjG_150/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-4893721882544955022</id><published>2009-12-23T02:57:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:45:45.687+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, December 23, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Bored&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Herry Chung, Manita So and Randy Tran&lt;br /&gt;Music: 4Tune - Miss You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SzEC6FgqagI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eixNnEUqXkU/s1600-h/hug.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SzEC6FgqagI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eixNnEUqXkU/s320/hug.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418115023638260226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I just wanna hold you in my arms. I think of you each day now we're apart and I just want things back the way they were, find the way back to your heart. Without you, I don't feel the same since you went away. I need you and I just want you back here with me."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watching Beyond The Realm Of Conscience at the moment and its actually getting pretty good, I finally see why a lot of people said its good. Omfg right now in the drama that Boh Gong Gong died. Farrrr I bet that bitch killed him didn't she, because he knows their dirty secret. Mmm, just finished eating mi goreng, I'm so full. Man this drama is getting so intense, like everyone is full turning their backs on each other and trying to get each other in trouble or kill one another. Yay, watching Just Shoot Me on GO! channel at the moment, Lmao its so funny, Nina's sister came for a visit and apparently Nina doesn't like having her around so she full tries to get rid of her but her sister really wants to stay LoL. Kinda sad but funny. I love Just Shoot Me, such a funny TV series. Have to go to Centrelink in the morning, how gay. They keep annoying me now, asking if I have a job or not. - Sighs - The outing shit is next week, LoL I really wanna go. Like really, really, really, really, really wanna go. I haven't had a great time for so long nor have I've gone out on a big outing for so long. It would be nice if mum lets. Well tomorrow Jennys gonna ask her dad if she can go, I hope she can and also Vivian can too, I want everyone to go and have a great time. Too bad Karly the dick doesn't wanna go. Would of been great with her, LoL well shes going beach on 27th anyways. Lucky one, damn my mum didn't let me go with her. Ngaww but next year she said she can go out so I'm looking forward to that. I want to go out and play big this holiday, let loose like a goose and you know? Have the time of my life LoL, before the stress train comes and have to study this and study that. Next year I am gonna try so bloody damn hard on textiles and shit, gonna try the fucking best I can to get my first place back. I don't care but second just ain't good enough for my parents now, its because we've had a taste of first place already. I'm not gonna let them down again next year, I will kick asses and come first again, not second, FIRST! Shit its 4:45AM now, LoL I've spent like 2 or 3 hours on this? Haven't even said much but yeah. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-4893721882544955022?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/4893721882544955022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday-december-23-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4893721882544955022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4893721882544955022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday-december-23-2009.html' title='Wednesday, December 23, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SzEC6FgqagI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eixNnEUqXkU/s72-c/hug.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-8365061131471508940</id><published>2009-12-21T19:40:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:15:12.944+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, December 21, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Bruce Tia, Christine Chau, Cindy Huynh, Jenny Le and Mimi Lam&lt;br /&gt;Music: Jordan Ft. Tenzin - Forever With You (English Version Big Bang Cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sy9h5QcN-NI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kKbqPrNQmBs/s1600-h/heartdrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sy9h5QcN-NI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kKbqPrNQmBs/s320/heartdrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417656513043757266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh baby, you know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;you're my only love&lt;/span&gt; and I will never let you go. Just take my hand, tell me that you understand and promise me that you'll always be here until the end. Though some days we might be apart, just know it's only you in my heart. Every time that I cry, I want you here by my side, I'll love forever with you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I woke up today around 5 something and yeah, I faced my fears and asked my mum about the big event! The beach outing LoL. She said maybe, she's like if it was only to city and eating, she'd let but its beach so she'll think about it. We'll I'm glad that my mum is trusting me more now and yeah, I just really hope that she'd let. I really wanna got to this event. I knew Jenny didn't have a FaceBook account so she wouldn't have knew about the event, I told her about it and yeah, shes a maybe. I'm on my laptop at the moment and yeah my neck hurts. LoL I tried to persuade people to choose Manly instead of going Bondi but I guess majority is going to choose Bondi. Oh well, either way I don't mind. I just really want to go on this outing. This is like the last holiday I can actually go out and have fun, when school comes, I'm going to be studying hard and everything. Oh yeah, Lucinda's welcome back bbq is soon as well so yeahhhh. I want to enjoy this holiday because this will be my final and last chance to have fun. LoL my ass still hurts from yesterday.. I'm gonna go rest for a bit and hopes it'll stop hurting. Well yeah thats all. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-8365061131471508940?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/8365061131471508940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-december-21-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8365061131471508940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8365061131471508940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-december-21-2009.html' title='Monday, December 21, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sy9h5QcN-NI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kKbqPrNQmBs/s72-c/heartdrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7491470985885329703</id><published>2009-12-20T22:20:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:07:08.452+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, December 20, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Louis Tran and Scott Chanthaboury&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sy4T9ci0piI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WB3vjOtZ2EU/s1600-h/tumblr_kujwjd9lbC1qaw7b0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sy4T9ci0piI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WB3vjOtZ2EU/s320/tumblr_kujwjd9lbC1qaw7b0o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417289348128482850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Life is like a box of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;, you never know what you'd get."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today Karly, Chuong and I rode our bikes to Fairfield West. LoL fuck it was crazy, the whole way there I was suffering and complaining because it was really hard to ride that little bike. When we got there, I couldn't take it anymore and had to lay down on the ground at Aldi. Seriously its harder than it looks. LoL Chuong was acting all tank and didn't think it was that hard, he tried riding it up the park near Christine's house and it was only about 5 meters and he couldn't even handle it. He was like his tired already, Lmao think of me? I had to ride that shit for an hour to get there. It was seriously the bike of death. After playing around for a long while at the park we decided to go Christine's house, she made us all cordial, Mmm. It was nice, LoL but I reckon she putted too much water, I like things more sweet. So after Christine's I had to go, me, Karly and Chuong all went so yeah. Christine rode with us. About like past Fairfield Primary a little, me and Christine swapped bikes. I was so happy, LoL it was so easy to go up hill. At Canley Primary, Christine went home and yeah, I rode on Karly's bike, poor Karly had to ride mine and yeah. We stopped by a petrol station to pump up the tires then yeah, Chuong went home. Me and Karly went the Cabramatta West Primary way, finally got home after thattttt. LoL even up until now, my ass still hurts. My muscles hurts so bad, I'm really tired. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7491470985885329703?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7491470985885329703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-december-20-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7491470985885329703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7491470985885329703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-december-20-2009.html' title='Sunday, December 20, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sy4T9ci0piI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WB3vjOtZ2EU/s72-c/tumblr_kujwjd9lbC1qaw7b0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7148422617387937685</id><published>2009-12-19T23:02:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:56:40.869+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, December 19, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Christine Chau, Chuong Tran and Karly Diec&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tae Yang - Baby I'm Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyzMmYUSz3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ax7tcFGSg-I/s1600-h/WHOSSORRY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyzMmYUSz3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ax7tcFGSg-I/s320/WHOSSORRY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416929411554529138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm calling out for you in my dreams. Baby, I'm so sorry, please forgive me now."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are discussing about tomorrow, LoL can't wait. We're going to bike it to Christine's since she's not willing to bike ride with us. I'm pretty excited, haven't done something like this for quite a while now so yeah. Holy crap, Adventures Of Priscilla: Queen Of Desert is on, its kinda scary. All these old men are dressed as ladies, pretty disgusting. Hmm thats all I've got to say. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7148422617387937685?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7148422617387937685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday-december-19-2009_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7148422617387937685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7148422617387937685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday-december-19-2009_19.html' title='Saturday, December 19, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyzMmYUSz3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ax7tcFGSg-I/s72-c/WHOSSORRY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7396898405339103394</id><published>2009-12-19T04:03:00.023+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T16:16:46.729+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, December 19, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Tired, I just want to confess some things before the new year comes&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Syu2NmIQeSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XyZ7lgWDV2M/s1600-h/ooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Syu2NmIQeSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XyZ7lgWDV2M/s320/ooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416623321532889378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So lets have one last kiss, one last touch, one last tender moment between us. One last dance to our first song while pretending theres nothing wrong. Lets lay here for a while and cherish every moment we're in denial, we both know its better if we just let it go."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like the lyrics of the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Its better if we just let it go"&lt;/span&gt; and thats exactly what I'll do. A new year is coming and like every year I really want to start fresh, things really did get in the way this year so I wasn't capable of doing so. These are some of the confessions I want to make, by the end of this entry, I hope to leave this as the past. I once said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hating people is like burning down your house to kill a rat"&lt;/span&gt; and its true you know? Its really not worth it, hating people is a lose lose situation, you feel shit and they feel shit, wheres the benefit in that? Not pointing fingers or anything but its true I must say that because of one person in particular, I've gone way out of hand and have done some things that I should never be forgiven for. Feelings can really play around with you at times, I guess I just haven't learnt how to control them yet. Because of my selfishness, I've putted myself always in front of others, because I get jealous, I start to feel hatred towards them. Honestly its obviously unfair to them, not like they chose it, well maybe they did but thats not the point. I've always told people to understand me and stuff but I've never really taken the time to understand them. This whole year I haven't been happy at all and matters are getting worse by the looks of it. I've knew from the very beginning that these days would come but deep down inside, I really never wanted to see them coming and yet right now they are. Because of my fear in this, I've done so much shit that I regret so bad now, why the hell did I even do it for? To this one person, I'm sorry for ever being so jealous of you, I'm sorry for ever envying your place. I find myself comparing to others and I guess thats what I'm doing with you. Like you're pretty, smart, funny, creative, everything about you is better than me yeah? Ha, who am I kidding? How can I even compare myself to you, you're perfect. Thats why for majority of this year I've been trying so hard to beat you. I said that you've taken everything away from me, but its not exactly how it sounds. Right now you have everything that I ever wanted, everything that I've ever needed, I'm sure you were never meant to take them away from me but you just somehow got it. As much as it hurts me to say this, you actually deserve it so I wish you the best for everything. This has always been something that was on my mind, its been bothering me for long enough now. It really hurts to see how you have everything that I can't, I see why you're always so happy all the time now. Its because you have all this, you have people out there that really love and care for you. I'm saying all this shit right now because I feel so guilty, I feel so bloody damn guilty for ever even feeling like this towards you. All you've done was be nice to me and care for me and yet I'm such an asshole to you. Right up to now at this point, I don't even think you ever knew that I feel like this towards you but I'm still very sorry anyways. I'm sorry to all those people that I've ever hurt whilst trying to get what I've wanted and to that particular one person overall, I'm sorry for putting myself before everyone and basically putting you to blame. I am very ashamed of everything, yet I can't help these feelings. This only goes to the people I really mean it to, I'm only sorry to those people who once cared for me or still does. As for the rest of you bitches, as if I'd ever apologize to you guys. This also goes to some people, you should just get over it and leave it as the past. I ain't even bothered to do anything anymore so why make it seem like I am? For the new year, what I truly hope and pray for is that I get over this. If you can help me forget about this one person, I can guarantee you I'd trade this for anything and I'd promise you anything, this is how badly I want this. The new year is coming and yeah, just wanted to shout out some confessions and admit to my wrongs. Because of all my anger, I've tried my best into helping people this year. Surprisingly that warm feeling it brings, its really nice. I've always been cool with both sides of J block but this year, I've gotten closer with both sides. These little things really do make a difference in my life and this particular year, I've gotten a lot more closer with my first ever true best friends Vivian and Karly. This year they've showed me, its not the end of the world not having a guy to love you and care for you, who needs guys when I've got them? Its not the end of the world if we get into arguments with our parents, its not the end of the world even if the whole world walks out on you because even then, I know that these two would never leave me. Who cares about all these problems now, I just want to forget it all, erase it out of my memory bank completely. Though thats not quite possible, accepting the truth is the first step. I admit, I'm an asshole, I've done stupid things for guys that I shouldn't have, I've lied &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well who hasn't?"&lt;/span&gt;, I've bitched about people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well thats also something thats in everyone"&lt;/span&gt;, I've tried to cover up my guilt, I've tried to change, I've acted like someone I wasn't. Its like 4:59AM right now and I'm thinking way too much. I just wanted to get this off my chest. These are my confessions.. and I hope to never repeat the same mistakes again. Through all this bullshit, I've learnt quite a lot, I'd be some super asshole or something if I was like this next year. Bitching about people and turning people against each other is so Year 7 and 8, we're gonna be seniors next year, fuck this shit. This is all I've got to say, so yeah. Oh yeah, and Happy Birthday to Danny Ngo. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7396898405339103394?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7396898405339103394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday-december-19-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7396898405339103394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7396898405339103394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday-december-19-2009.html' title='Saturday, December 19, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Syu2NmIQeSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XyZ7lgWDV2M/s72-c/ooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7523981317447134108</id><published>2009-12-17T23:37:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:33:11.299+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, December 17, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tae Yang - Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyomakCFrEI/AAAAAAAAANk/xeqwH-OchNA/s1600-h/Tracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyomakCFrEI/AAAAAAAAANk/xeqwH-OchNA/s320/Tracks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416183739657333826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I don't regret anything, I know I'm crazy in love."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So bord, I had some cookies and cream ice cream. It was pretty nice. Watching Beyond The Realm Of Conscience at the moment and its kinda boring, everyone says this is a good drama though. I seriously still find it sort of boring, I want to watch something funny. It was raining a little a few minutes ago. I hope it rains some more, lately the weather has been very retarted. Oh its still raining at the moment, LoL. Anyways so last night, I got pretty bord and yeah. I said that I'd draw Vivian a picture one day and I guess I finally did. I drew her Tae Yang with the words Wedding Dress next to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Syotu8I8vZI/AAAAAAAAANs/QMaWaP9l8h4/s1600-h/17122009882.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Syotu8I8vZI/AAAAAAAAANs/QMaWaP9l8h4/s320/17122009882.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416191786307337618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There, LoL. Its pretty shit. Rofl you know I was like "Somethings wrong with Tae Yang but I can't seem to quite put my finger on it" turns out at like around 5AM I noticed that he was missing a finger. Funny ayes? LoL but oh wells. Thats all. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7523981317447134108?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7523981317447134108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-december-17-2009_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7523981317447134108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7523981317447134108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-december-17-2009_17.html' title='Thursday, December 17, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyomakCFrEI/AAAAAAAAANk/xeqwH-OchNA/s72-c/Tracks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-671360423672935654</id><published>2009-12-17T00:59:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:34:07.300+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, December 17, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Harison Hopwood, Scott Chanthaboury and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Big Bang - We Belong Together (English Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyjpZDbek5I/AAAAAAAAANc/BGaL8QN0X0M/s1600-h/photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyjpZDbek5I/AAAAAAAAANc/BGaL8QN0X0M/s320/photography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415835168539579282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Boy I'm ready for your love, you got me going steady for your love. Nobody but you I'm thinking of, so heavenly, so obvious. Oh baby I'm so ready for your love, you got me going steady for your love. Ain't nobody but you I'm thinking of, thats only because we belong together."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just woke up from my sleep and yeah, had some cookies and cream. It was very nice. Apparently my SC hasn't come yet and I'm starting to get a little worried. Well at the moment I'm drawing something for Vivian, since I said I would quite a while ago. And yeah, LoL we're gonna mail each other. HAHHAHA bord cunts. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-671360423672935654?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/671360423672935654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-december-17-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/671360423672935654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/671360423672935654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-december-17-2009.html' title='Thursday, December 17, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyjpZDbek5I/AAAAAAAAANc/BGaL8QN0X0M/s72-c/photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7479578769399206700</id><published>2009-12-15T21:55:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:49:45.654+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, December 15, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Gary Le and Louis Tran&lt;br /&gt;Music: Big Bang - A Fool's Only Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Syd2erbhgxI/AAAAAAAAANU/NNTs13Po3y8/s1600-h/11.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Syd2erbhgxI/AAAAAAAAANU/NNTs13Po3y8/s320/11.11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415427346362630930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Thank you for having made me happy. I'm sorry for not letting you love me, even giving each other our hearts isn't possible anymore, even when I die, I'll only love you. Even if it hurts, I'll wait just for you. Just come back to me. By then, I only love you forever."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Farrrrrrrrr holidays suck, everyones out and about except me. Always stuck at home doing nothing. Erhhh, watching A Bride For A Ride at the moment and thats pretty much it. Wahhhh its 12:14AM now, LoL hope I don't catch 12:34, that'll be scary considering the other night I heard weird sounds and stuff. Oh yeah, I gave up on that stupid weird lantern music thing. I still don't know what it is but since I've heard it every night for weeks now, I'm used to it. Maybe the others were right, maybe its the neighbour's clock or something? Okaye currently talking to Louis and his cousin Brandon on Msn, LoL and we're talking about really ridiculous stuff. Okaye enough blogging now. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7479578769399206700?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7479578769399206700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesday-december-15-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7479578769399206700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7479578769399206700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesday-december-15-2009.html' title='Tuesday, December 15, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Syd2erbhgxI/AAAAAAAAANU/NNTs13Po3y8/s72-c/11.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-8527732099692934458</id><published>2009-12-14T19:39:00.015+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:41:22.854+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, December 14, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Big Bang Ft. Park Bom - Forever With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyX9WODHzRI/AAAAAAAAANM/YVtPFZgqh3w/s1600-h/lostumbrella1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyX9WODHzRI/AAAAAAAAANM/YVtPFZgqh3w/s320/lostumbrella1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415012685153029394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It's been a year since you left, it feels like it was only yesterday when I first met you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've finally gotten bothered enough to download songs again, LoL before my iPod ran out of batteries like ages ago, I wrote down the name and artists of the songs I had so when my comp came back I can re download them. Smart thinking, but my comp was pretty much back a long time ago, just that I never really actually felt like downloading anymore so yeah. Today I downloaded back all my Big Bang songs I had. I missed Forever With You the most, it was like so omfggggggg. I love the mv of this song, how the last part G Dragon goes "I'm sorry and I love you" the tears goes down his face and everything, made the whole mv seem so realistic, LoL which I know it isn't. Not much to say today, just been thinking about stuff. I can't really think right now, my head hurts. I'm tired, I'm really really really tired of everything. Whelps, heres the mv to Forever With You. The End. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="294" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZm-ks58aLw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZm-ks58aLw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="294" width="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-8527732099692934458?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/8527732099692934458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-december-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8527732099692934458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8527732099692934458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-december-14-2009.html' title='Monday, December 14, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyX9WODHzRI/AAAAAAAAANM/YVtPFZgqh3w/s72-c/lostumbrella1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7102036559380145512</id><published>2009-12-13T23:17:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:56:40.586+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, December 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Achy&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Gary Le&lt;br /&gt;Music: Candy Lo - 好心分手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyTcQ-UIGTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9-7OZe7nlZQ/s1600-h/Swings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyTcQ-UIGTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9-7OZe7nlZQ/s320/Swings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414694836169611570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"好心一早放开我.. &lt;span&gt;从头努力也坎坷统统不要好过..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I woke up at 11:07AM, got ready and everything and it was like 7:20 something already. LoL can't believe I took that long. Anyways so I started walking there to Cindy's house in the sun, you know how I got laser so I couldn't expose that area to the sun? It was torture, had to cover it with my phone. LoL saw Miguel along the way. Okaye so got to Cindy's, then Sylvia came, we all three went Fairfield to buy the dye. Lmao guess what colour Cindy bought? "Blue black" HHAHAH funny little fella, her hair was already black and she wanted to dye it "black" Rofl. Both me and Cindy got EasyWay then we headed back to Cabramatta. Omg I swear we were so stupid, when I saw the machine I was like "hey they don't even have the machine thing for the ticket to go through so why not go without tickets?" why didn't we think of that earlier instead of panicking to buy EasyWay or not in case can't make it home coz no money. Okaye so basically Cindy and Sylvia were very evil today, LoL they kept laughing how I can't expose to the sun and Cindy was like "Edward Cullen" HAHHAHA, oh and she stepped on shit. HAHAHHA. So we were at Cabramatta and Sylvia felt like those french bread thingy, forgot what its called. We kept having to go in the sun and it was so disturbing, had to keep covering my face. Okaye got back to Cindy's, dyed her "black" hair "black" LoL. Stayed for a bit and went because mum called. They came over like half an hour later to my house to attempt to watch Paranormal Activity. LoL omg my half caste cousin Olivia came over today, so bloody cute. Ahem, anyways. So they came over with food, the movie kept lagging and shit and basically nothing happened for 97 minutes throughout the movie so we gave up and started to talk about murder cases and stuff. We watched Boys Over Flowers, watched umm Quest Crew dance clips and shit. HAHAH then we watched the Simpsons, Drama Island and all that. Watched stuff for a bit and then they went. - Sighs - The day was going very well till I go on Msn. Seeing your personal message, it really hurts me. The thing that I'm fearing the most is happening right in front of my eyes, does this really mean that much to you? Hmm dumb question yeah? Its the same as asking does it really mean this much to me that its worth me thinking about it for such a long period of time.. LoL its pretty pathetic when you think of it, how someone can waste everyday of their lives thinking of the same thing over and over again. Okaye, I had enough of blogging now, going to watch more of Welcome To The House. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7102036559380145512?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7102036559380145512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-december-13-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7102036559380145512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7102036559380145512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-december-13-2009.html' title='Sunday, December 13, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyTcQ-UIGTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9-7OZe7nlZQ/s72-c/Swings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7139602989376332159</id><published>2009-12-12T23:34:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:23:54.683+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, December 12, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Dead tired&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Gary Le, Harison Hopwood and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Chris Brown - Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyOPFYWpzUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UKIHd4X1EO0/s1600-h/427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyOPFYWpzUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UKIHd4X1EO0/s320/427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414328499629051202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"There's never a right time to say goodbye but we know that we gotta go our separate ways and I know it's hard but I gotta do it and it's killing me cause there's never a right time, right time to say goodbye."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I basically woke up full of regrets because I didn't go to that sushi/formal thing. Freaken hell.. LoL no point regretting now. I really wanted to go though but then no point because I would of been loner. Umm I only ate once today. - Sighs - At this rate, I'm going to lose weight instead of toning my body. I really want to tone my body, like get thinner thighs and smaller stomach, you know what I mean? So umm we're having that event thing for Lucinda when she comes back. Gonna go buffet and shit, dressed semi formal. Yay, an opportunity for me to go shopping for a dress. Tomorrow, I'm going to go over to Cindy Huynh's house. I'm going to dye her hair LoL. Farrrrr the laser surgery diet sucks shit, I seriously can't eat anything at all. I want to tell my dad to take me to Mc Donald or something.. LoL just got fried chicken wings with rice. Ngaww, after this week, I have to go again meaning another week of suffering. Blehh, once again, I felt really shit today. Don't want to talk about it because its useless, not like theres a solution to this problem. 94749689373.. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7139602989376332159?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7139602989376332159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday-december-12-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7139602989376332159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7139602989376332159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday-december-12-2009.html' title='Saturday, December 12, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyOPFYWpzUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UKIHd4X1EO0/s72-c/427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-9063832168236951712</id><published>2009-12-11T17:28:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:38:50.745+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, December 11, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Cindy Huynh, Gary Le, Karly Diec and Louis Tran&lt;br /&gt;Music: Natalie - Going Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyHortKYfwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Saiem28Ehgk/s1600-h/words1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyHortKYfwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Saiem28Ehgk/s320/words1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413864064631209730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ever since the day you went away and left me lonely and cold, my life just hasn't been the same. Oh baby, no. When I looked into your eyes the moment that I let you go, I just broke down. Baby if I ever get the chance to be with you again, I would sacrifice cause the feeling that I feel within no other man would ever make me feel so right."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I went to get my moles removed, was meant to do two but got one done free so three in total. Today I feel much worse than the other days. I fucking 6477968.. Why? Why do these things even exist? Its like a pest, you just want to get rid of it completely but its impossible. Fuckkkk, lately its really getting on my nerves. Why won't it go away? I hate these feelings, like bloody hell its such a burden. I hate it so much man. 45683968.. Whether you know or not, you don't care ayes? Do you know how scared I am of you? Something that used to be my comfort is now my fear.. I have no idea what I'm on about blehh, whatever. Anyways so, today I woke up around 12PM. Went net for a little and got a text from Karly, then she called me, all these shit happened. They told me to come library, I reached John street when they called me and yeah, we met at Happy Cup. Then went Micky's house, after that we walked all the way to Mymy's house. Umm we explored her lovely house and shit. Her mum came home, was getting the machine ready, I got all tensed coz I was scared but apparently the machine didn't work. Her mum advise us to go to this shop, she drove me and Karly plus Mymy there. We got it done and yeah. Omg the laser thing stunk. When she was doing it, I was so freaken scared, I shitted myself coz like the sound and the smell was terrible. HAHA now my face has holes in it. Have to wait three days for them to fall out and yeah. Blehh, enough of the emo thoughts. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-9063832168236951712?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/9063832168236951712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday-december-11-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/9063832168236951712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/9063832168236951712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday-december-11-2009.html' title='Friday, December 11, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyHortKYfwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Saiem28Ehgk/s72-c/words1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-1056742883115914887</id><published>2009-12-10T18:01:00.018+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:16:17.358+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, December 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Matt Goss - It's The End Of The Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyCickZTnrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7s7zf9nunaE/s1600-h/z133280681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyCickZTnrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7s7zf9nunaE/s320/z133280681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413505363789192882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"One line can change a story, so sometimes let the line just be unsaid. Pride only thinks about the glory and just the right now and not the days ahead. I've held my breath, walked on shells, hoped for the best. What the future holds, I don't know. I've gotta stand up, dust myself off. Just for now, it's the end of the road. When something ends, something begins but now it's just the end of the road. When someone loses, someone wins but now it's just the end of the road. Don't get to fix it if it doesn't break but now it's just the end of the road."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Congratulations to all fellow Year 10s of 2009. We've finally made it guys, congratulations to all. Today really sucked, it just wasn't my day. I'm so bloody frustrated. Firstly I've waited so long like the others just to get my school certificate results but apparently I didn't get to get it. Blah, blah, blah, gonna skip that part, too much shit to say. Anyways, today.. I just feel so frustrated with something. It really pisses me off when I think about it, not that I want to though. Omfg talking about getting pissed off, I'm so pissed off that I even cried today, like freaken hell. I didn't want to but it just happened, I just reached my limit and yeah. Hmm, what a way to end the year, bloody hell. Freaken fml, I hate it. Because I'm on the edge of being grounded, I've decided to be honest with my mum, she threatened to ground me for the whole 6 weeks holidays if something goes wrong so of course I'm risking quite a lot here. So anyways, this one song really got to me, I remember I used to not really like this song coz its from Brian McKnight but ever since I saw Daesung singing it, I started to like it. Its a pretty old song but I quite like it. The lyrics to this song really do mean a lot to me. Well yeah only gonna paste all the verses, the chorus once and also the bridge so this wouldn't really be how the song goes so if you want to check it out, do so. I just like the lyrics thats all. Actually I'll post them at the end of this post so yeah.  Umm I have a couple of shout outs to my girls.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Karly Dick&lt;/span&gt;, yes I said Dick LoL it suits her better. Diec can go die. Karly my little muffin (shushh I like to call my friends by food names) I want to thank you for this whole year and every other year. Today is our 23 months so happy anniversary youuuuuuu. Whenever I have things to let out, you'd always be there for me, do you know how hard it is to find someone like you? I'd be a totally asshole if I didn't appreciate this friendship of ours, surly there ain't no other better than you. If there was one word to describe you, I don't think I could ever find a word that'll best suit you because as I've repeatedly said, no words in this world can ever sum up you or how happy I am to have you as my friend.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Vivian Lau the cow,&lt;/span&gt; oh my. Where should I begin woman? You are truly the best. When I'm on my own, you somehow always seem to find me. In front of most people it may seem that you are slack to me coz of your lame jokes or whatever but through all that, I know you are the most caringest person ever, even though caringest isn't a word. I'm very lucky to have met a person like you, its crazy how you're always there for me. I guess I just never thought that anyone would ever care for me so much. It really makes me teary to think of how lucky I am to have both you and Karly here for me. Thank you guys for everything. Well yeah that's pretty much it, enough said. I'm done here so laters. Once again congratulations to all my fellow Year 10s of 2009. Though our grade is probably the most cursed one, we still made it through. I wouldn't want to be in any other year than ours, wouldn't change it for the world. SCHOOLS OUT, WOOOOOOOOOOOH. Happy holiday Year 10s. Below is the shit I was talking about earlier. The End. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think about me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever cry yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night when you're awake,&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling out for me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever reminisce?&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm acting like this&lt;br /&gt;I know it's crazy&lt;br /&gt;How I still can feel your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much and I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I should be over you&lt;br /&gt;I should know better but it's just not the case&lt;br /&gt;It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever ask about me?&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends still tell you what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Every time the phone rings,&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish it was me calling you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you still feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;Or has time put out the flame?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Is everything okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard enough just passing the time&lt;br /&gt;When I can't seem to get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;And where is the good in goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, tell me why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-1056742883115914887?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/1056742883115914887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-december-10-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1056742883115914887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1056742883115914887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-december-10-2009.html' title='Thursday, December 10, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SyCickZTnrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7s7zf9nunaE/s72-c/z133280681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-296479155047038004</id><published>2009-12-03T23:39:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:56:44.498+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, December 03, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Jay Sean ft Lil Wayne - Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sxex4pa9IKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PMMb2oiZ1xo/s1600-h/2f00dabf6657e5c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sxex4pa9IKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PMMb2oiZ1xo/s320/2f00dabf6657e5c8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410989064058642594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Even if the sky is falling down."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously wtf man? No graduation.. thats gotta be a joke! A JOKEEEEE!!! You kidding me? Firstly no formal, which is our fault and thats shit already but then no graduation too? Fuck man. Our grade is just cursed or something. Well yeah everyones been talking about the protest thing, we're having the meeting tomorrow and hopefully that it works cause seriously, no graduation is just too far. Anyways rather than that, today was a great day. Went a little bit earlier than usual to school today to help with the year 7 Orientation day thing. Was helping with the uniform shop, LoL all those asian parents spoke vietnamese to me and there was like only one canto lady out of the whole bunch. I didn't even realize that we were there for four periods like wth, LoL we left during lunch after packing and everything. After that was helping for environmental day which is tomorrow. Omfg the IECs and fobs did such great work for the recycling shit, full owned all of ours. Pretty sad. Hmm, I'm so curious whos gonna win the prize for it. Everyone did a pretty good job. Okaye, quite surprisingly, I went to the Cabramatta West Candles By Twilight event. LoL it was so epic, so tiring too. Lmao I wanted Karly to come over my place and we had to go through so much shit and then it ended up Karly not going my place and my family dogged me. I had to walk home myself, well Karly's dad offered to drive me but narh. You know me? I like to walk home alone. :) Wow I haven't done those faces or anything on a blog entry for so long, looks retarted like that now, the loner face Rofl. Anyways yeah, I got to take photos with SANTA. :D There another face. Anyways thats it. The End. (L) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-296479155047038004?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/296479155047038004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-december-03-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/296479155047038004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/296479155047038004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-december-03-2009.html' title='Thursday, December 03, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sxex4pa9IKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PMMb2oiZ1xo/s72-c/2f00dabf6657e5c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-6925340617458373647</id><published>2009-12-01T18:36:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:35:42.192+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, December 01, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Boys Like Girls - Love Drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SxTLFmbX-uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dpRkVMC6YK4/s1600/loverain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SxTLFmbX-uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dpRkVMC6YK4/s320/loverain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410172349453957858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"All the time &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I wasted on you&lt;/span&gt;, all the bullshit you put me through. Checking into rehab is everything that we had didn’t mean a thing to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okaye today after that conversation, I definitely look at you differently now. Like wtf? That's just sick. Thats disgraceful! Shame on you, shame on you with the fingers. LoL that's what Karly would likely to say. Yeah, what a bitch. I'm just so disgusted by you. Come to think of it. I remember telling you and warning you about it didn't I? Now you know that I was right all along. Lmao you guys must be confused on who I'm on about right? Well "you" refers to two different people. :L Well yeah anyways, I don't know. I feel much better now than before, have no idea why. Umm, Accidentally on purpose is on right now. I'll blog later if I'm bothered to. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-6925340617458373647?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/6925340617458373647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesday-december-01-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6925340617458373647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6925340617458373647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesday-december-01-2009.html' title='Tuesday, December 01, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SxTLFmbX-uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dpRkVMC6YK4/s72-c/loverain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-6133545090454643700</id><published>2009-11-30T16:07:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:03:41.379+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, November 30, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Park Bom - You And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SxNVVKWj-jI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cb5xhSNTpfQ/s1600/enough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SxNVVKWj-jI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cb5xhSNTpfQ/s320/enough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409761399446698546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Although you may not love me, although you may not care. If you shall ever need me, you know that I'll be there. Your love may all be taken, your heart may not be free, but when your heart is broken, you can always lean on me. I'll never stop loving you, I know because I tried. All the oceans in the world can't hold the tears I've cried."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really can't do anything about it can I? Nothing, completely nothing.. I'm just so frustrated with myself. I'm not frustrated with them, its just me. I'm so delusional, I've asked for too much this time. I'm so frustrated that I can't do anything about this and its so annoying, its such a burden to wake up everyday feeling like crap you know? Yeah I can fake it, pretend, act, hold it in majority of the time but I'm human you know? You really think I can hold up an act for the rest of my life? Its so frustrating. At the same time, I don't want to be crying all the time, I want to show you that I'm stronger than that and I don't need you in my life to feel happy. Surely the world doesn't evolve around you right? But no, in my world it seems like it does. Everywhere I go, everyone around me, its always about you you YOUUUUUU! I'm sorry okaye.. I'm sorry for whatever I did that made me deserve all this. Just please do your shit somewhere else and not in my face, I don't want to see this anymore. I'm so fucking tired. I've been complaining that I'm tired for so long, I just really want to forget it, get it over and done with and be how I used to be. I don't want to be thinking like this for the rest of my life. I don't know how I can ever trust anyone this much ever again, it just hurts too much. I rather be blind than to see bits and pieces, it really kills me. I want to know about it yet I don't. LoL, sounds dramatic huh? Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Go ahead and make my day, GO! Rub more things in my face please, I totally have no feelings at all, I'm not human, blah blah blah, fucking jeeeeze. I feel like pmsing now. I really did try my best, I really fucking did but nothing seems to be working. Oh yeah and this, I just want to make it fucking clear for the last time, I don't want to have anything to do with guys okaye? Friendship I can take but relationships and the whole liking/crush shit I can't so just fuck off okaye. All I'll think about is my career because thats all I have, nothing else. I hate guys so fucking much up to a point that I actually want to consider becoming one of those asian monk nun people. Never would I have to ever feel these feelings again. FUCKKKKKKKKKK, so fucking frustrating, I want to swear the bloody shits out of myself. Freaken FML, actually no. Don't fuck my life, fuck yours. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-6133545090454643700?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/6133545090454643700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-november-30-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6133545090454643700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6133545090454643700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-november-30-2009.html' title='Monday, November 30, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SxNVVKWj-jI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cb5xhSNTpfQ/s72-c/enough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-1624918972393400452</id><published>2009-11-23T20:36:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:35:15.990+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, November 23, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tae Yang - Baby I'm Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SwpbLFIUQqI/AAAAAAAAAME/5NXWG_niJk8/s1600/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SwpbLFIUQqI/AAAAAAAAAME/5NXWG_niJk8/s320/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407234548525449890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"And I don't act too concerned even if they tell me there's someone else in your clear eyes. As long as you're keeping that radiant smile, it hurts but I'll be fine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If its not you, I won't want or be able to love again. Theres nobody for me but you. (8) I love that line of the songggggggg. I've finally come up with an assumption for all this and I have no idea if its true or not but to me, seeing is believing for this. I don't know, could it really be that way? Whatever, I don't even want to go that far. I finally got my computer back today, thats good I guess. Okaye back to my assumption. So really if I'm wrong, I'd be like so freaken shocked and surprised I'd probably get a heart attack. Its seriously so in your face and obvious so how can I be wrong right? I rather freaken be blind and not see a thing than to be able to see bits and pieces. It sucks okaye? Why can't you see that I don't want to see it? I feel so bloody stressed out and shit, just give me a break will you? Like a few minutes? Hours? Days? Weeks or months would be nice but honestly, why can't you just give me a break? I 'm going to sleep nowwwwwww, so yeah. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-1624918972393400452?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/1624918972393400452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-november-23-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1624918972393400452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1624918972393400452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-november-23-2009.html' title='Monday, November 23, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SwpbLFIUQqI/AAAAAAAAAME/5NXWG_niJk8/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-8676287497825255025</id><published>2009-11-15T16:48:00.015+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:42:12.189+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, November 15, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tae Yang - Wedding Dress (웨딩드레스)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sv-a-F_6ErI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mgS7c3zpBrY/s1600-h/z66585933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sv-a-F_6ErI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mgS7c3zpBrY/s320/z66585933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404208469420675762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You never knew how I felt about you and I hated you so. Sometimes I wished you would be unhappy, now I have no more tears left to cry. When I'm by myself, I talk to you like you're here. I've felt so restless every night. Maybe I've known all along this would happen. I close my eyes and dream an endless dream."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okaye I literally went teary after watching this music video of Tae Yang's new single called "Wedding Dress". Its actually way better than I thought it was. Well I'll put up the mv later. Well yeah, I woke up today and was sort of shocked. LoL its coz I haven't had a mullet for so long I forgot how puffy it actually gets in the morning. Farrrrr it was like a bush explosion. So big! Well yeah I calmed it down a bit, its not as bad as I claimed it to be yesterday. Its just that its so thin and short now, I feel sort of bald in a way. - Sighs - I always get the fobby hair dressers LoL. If it wasn't such a good place, I wouldn't have gone there in the first place, well its much better than the place I used to go to for 10 years+ LoL. They never gave me a decent hair cut well, they actually did once but that was so year 7. Anyways yeah umm, nothing much to say I guess. Well 752421458625425 thumbs up to the new mv of Wedding Dress, definitely my favourite mv I've watched so far. (Y) The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BsHOawyRcsc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BsHOawyRcsc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-8676287497825255025?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/8676287497825255025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-november-15-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8676287497825255025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8676287497825255025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-november-15-2009.html' title='Sunday, November 15, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sv-a-F_6ErI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mgS7c3zpBrY/s72-c/z66585933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7261322627101045745</id><published>2009-11-13T22:47:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:59:58.804+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, November 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Gary Le, Judy Nguyen, Karly Diec, Louis Tran, Randy Tran and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Big Bang - Lies (English version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sv1PSyXaJAI/AAAAAAAAALs/RDRZBc_uWm0/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sv1PSyXaJAI/AAAAAAAAALs/RDRZBc_uWm0/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403562312090657794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm so sorry... girl I love you... I'm so sorry girl I love you now I see my... thinking was all a big mistake, it makes me cry to this day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hmm, I got my umm textiles test back today. Ngaww I got 59/80.. :/ Came third place. LoL erhhh, yeah. Nothing much happened today. Watched A Night At The Museum, it was pretty good. I'm gonna watch The Time Traveler's Wife now. So yeah. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7261322627101045745?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7261322627101045745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-november-13-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7261322627101045745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7261322627101045745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-november-13-2009.html' title='Friday, November 13, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sv1PSyXaJAI/AAAAAAAAALs/RDRZBc_uWm0/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-5217782702432598878</id><published>2009-11-11T20:48:00.020+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:52:49.415+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, November 11, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Vivian Lau and someone&lt;br /&gt;Music: SS501 - My Thoughts Are Bad (내 머리가 나빠서)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SvqgTqADEdI/AAAAAAAAALk/OivEAsAmTMA/s1600-h/can%27t-erase-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SvqgTqADEdI/AAAAAAAAALk/OivEAsAmTMA/s320/can%27t-erase-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402806962536780242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Because I am a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; the only thing I think about is you but I know that you are thinking about somebody else and you probably don’t even know my heart. I probably don’t exist in your daily life and I’m sure you have no thoughts of me but for me, I spend my days thinking about you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Note, I ain't emo or anything, LoL just to let those people know in case of whatever. Those shit typed up in the quotation boxes are lyrics of the song I'm listening to. :L Anyways.. Yeah, I'm been stressing out a lot lately and I have a lot on my mind. Theres no need to pin point everything in detail but yeah. Because of the school certificate incident that occurred, theres a great possibility that they may give me a failing estimate. I went through all that trouble, all that shit just to hear those words.. Jeeeeze and like events today really piss me off. I'm always complaining because its obvious that I'm stressed out, I'm filled with anger, I can't stand the fact that I'm thinking of things I'm not meant to be thinking of. I'm pissed off. LoL if I had someone around like Ji Hoo sunbae in Boys Over Flowers to be my honorable firefighter then maybe I wouldn't always be this mad. The lyrics translations for My Thoughts Are Bad are really sad and touching, well yeah LoL I really like that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Translations&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a fool&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I think about is you&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you are thinking about somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And you probably don’t even know my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably don’t exist in your daily life&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sure you have no thoughts of me&lt;br /&gt;But for me, I spend my days thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;And my tears still fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at your retreating figure&lt;br /&gt;Is happiness to me&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don’t know my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Even if you simply brush me aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those days when I desperately want to see you&lt;br /&gt;Those days that are so hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;My mouth wordlessly repeats “I love you”&lt;br /&gt;And all alone I cry for you again&lt;br /&gt;And all alone I’m missing you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably don’t exist in your daily life&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sure you have no memories of me&lt;br /&gt;But for me, I spend my days thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;And create my own memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;Love is a beautiful scar&lt;br /&gt;Even when I see your beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;I cannot smile with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those days when all I think about is you&lt;br /&gt;Those days when my heart is cold and sad&lt;br /&gt;My mouth wordlessly repeats “I want to see you”&lt;br /&gt;And all alone I cry for you again&lt;br /&gt;And all alone I’m missing you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye never say good bye&lt;br /&gt;Even though I can never have you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say a word, I want you&lt;br /&gt;I plead and again I plead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those days when I desperately want to see you&lt;br /&gt;Those days that are so hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;My mouth wordlessly repeats “I love you”&lt;br /&gt;And all alone I cry for you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those days when all I think about is you&lt;br /&gt;Those days when my heart is cold and sad&lt;br /&gt;My mouth wordlessly repeats “I want to see you”&lt;br /&gt;And all alone I cry for you again&lt;br /&gt;And all alone I’m missing you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, those are the lyrics. I really like this song. Mmm, watching My Name is Earl atm. Family Guy and American Dad will be on tonight, I can't wait. Been looking forward to watching it all night. Thats all I have to say, I don't want to think about anything else now. Gonna go downstairs and continue burning for Lucinda, hope she has a great trip next week. Such a lucky ducky, going overseas. Well yeah. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-5217782702432598878?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/5217782702432598878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-november-11-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5217782702432598878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5217782702432598878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-november-11-2009.html' title='Wednesday, November 11, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SvqgTqADEdI/AAAAAAAAALk/OivEAsAmTMA/s72-c/can%27t-erase-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-2338223893281840781</id><published>2009-11-04T23:25:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:05:00.862+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, November 04, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: SS501 - Snow Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SvFz6Ooi9JI/AAAAAAAAALM/f_5NtvAmqmc/s1600-h/miss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SvFz6Ooi9JI/AAAAAAAAALM/f_5NtvAmqmc/s320/miss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400224872391701650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Even though I shake when I approach you, I want to at least tell you this. I love you. Show me your eyes and give you my love. I like you so much, love you forever. Come to my heart, listen to my song for you. I will show the feelings I have for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Today was so tiring, I'm starting to sleep late again and it feels like shit to be tired all the time. A lot of things are stressing me out, don't really feel like saying anything right now. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-2338223893281840781?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/2338223893281840781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-november-04-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2338223893281840781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2338223893281840781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-november-04-2009.html' title='Wednesday, November 04, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SvFz6Ooi9JI/AAAAAAAAALM/f_5NtvAmqmc/s72-c/miss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-5519097019450431761</id><published>2009-11-03T00:10:00.014+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:27:17.548+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuessday, November 03, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Jay Sean Ft. Lil Wayne - Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Su7dThfe2SI/AAAAAAAAALE/PGCsRJcjdG4/s1600-h/PinkBalloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Su7dThfe2SI/AAAAAAAAALE/PGCsRJcjdG4/s1600-h/PinkBalloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Su7dThfe2SI/AAAAAAAAALE/PGCsRJcjdG4/s320/PinkBalloons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399496330741471522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So leave it behind cause we have a night to get away, so come and fly with me as we make our great escape. So baby don't worry, you are my only, you won't be lonely even if the sky is falling down. &lt;em&gt;You'll be my only, no need to worry.&lt;/em&gt; Baby are you down, down, down, down, down?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I haven't been blogging much for quite a while now. I guess I have nothing else better to do at 12:51AM so I'll blog some shit out. So the Saturday that just went past was the worst Halloween party ever, though it may seem fun for others but for me I'd rather be anywhere but there. I hated it so much like seriously. It wasn't so bad in the beginning but like yeah, whatever. I couldn't stand it anymore and so I lagged it home. Took an hour or more to walk home. Okaye it was like the funniest journey to my house ever. So firstly while I was walking, I saw Patrick and Michael, well that wasn't the funny part but like after them was these bunch of guys on bikes. This dude kept turning his head back and looking at me and he was laughing at me, probably because I was a loner. But anyways the funny part is karma struck him, AHHAHA he stacked it. Like sucked in bitch. LoL, laughing at an innocent loner who is just trying to get home is pretty sad you know. Well they basically failed whatever tricks they were doing. Shame on them. - Sighs - 46477968766824.. So yeah, because I was stupid and didn't bring any long sleeve clothing, I walked home in the cold dark nighttttt and caught a cold. LoL well when I left the sun was going down but by the time I reached the tile shop near my house, it was pitch black. Thats how long I took to get home. I literally saw the sunset by myself. Rofl. It was pretty sad, I lagged home because I didn't want to get home, its not like I had anything to do anyways. Oh yeah did I also mention like weeks ago my computer crashed? Farr, I lost all my songs LoL. Well the ones I downloaded this year and a lot more other shit. Well yeah I've been listening to this song lately. Yes people may think its emo and all that bullshit but yeah, it gets me to sleep. I like it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm all about you, I'm all about us. No baby you never have to question my love and every night, theres a new crowd but its always you I'm singing about. Theres only one these words are going out to. Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, I'm all about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Well its 1:23AM at the moment. I'm gonna have a shower and head off to sleep. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-5519097019450431761?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/5519097019450431761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuessday-november-03-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5519097019450431761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5519097019450431761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuessday-november-03-2009.html' title='Tuessday, November 03, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Su7dThfe2SI/AAAAAAAAALE/PGCsRJcjdG4/s72-c/PinkBalloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-1367525760564527302</id><published>2009-10-21T20:44:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:59:04.416+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, October 21, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Appearing offline&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/St7o9bLQTEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xfRoj8Y48VU/s1600-h/leeminho.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/St7o9bLQTEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xfRoj8Y48VU/s1600-h/leeminho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/St7o9bLQTEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xfRoj8Y48VU/s320/leeminho.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395005545601059906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"My one and only Rofl. :D"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okaye seriously, what the fuck is your problem huh? Like fuck you asshole, wasn't the site much of a help for you? You still can't seem to get a life. Freaken hell, don't you guys have anything better to do? Jeeeeze, I'm not surprised that you can't seem to get a girlfriend. You are one of the biggest jerks out there ever! Physically and mentally. Eww yourself, fucking hell. Whats up your ass? Why are you so fucking &amp;amp;^%$#@!. Really, all this heat is getting to me. I just feel so pissed off. What cunt? Go suck a cock or do whatever, no one gives a shit. Sometimes you should learn to shut your mouth coz it only makes people feel sorry for you. Actually why should we? Why should we even consider your feelings at all when you're so $#@!~ Oh whats that word for it? TWO FACE. Try hard, annoying, disturbing. Pretty much sums you up doesn't it? You don't even care how others feel do you? I really felt like slapping you across the face today. You know why I'm not dumb enough to waste time on people like you? Its coz I fucking act my age, I'm mature enough to know that people like you are not worth it. Like why should I use up all my energy and make myself even more heated up than I already was from the weather? You're so lame, not even funny at all. People like you really stress me out at times to a limit that I can't even explain. I don't get it why you people are so fucking low. Is it really that hard to act your age? Do you really have to act like a bloody primary kid? Remember back in those days when we used to just laugh at each other whenever someone says "dick" or "sex"? Well those "were" the days mate, its time to put your senses together and shut the fuck up. Its time to learn that guys don't have cuties, girls get periods, things that used to be funny isn't funny anymore. Why am I over reacting over one little comment? Coz I can't stand it anymore, little things add up to big things. You should freaken know since you claim yourself as a smart ass at maths. I have two words for you, fuck off! Thats all. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-1367525760564527302?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/1367525760564527302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday-october-21-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1367525760564527302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1367525760564527302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday-october-21-2009.html' title='Wednesday, October 21, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/St7o9bLQTEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xfRoj8Y48VU/s72-c/leeminho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-5378495952510523414</id><published>2009-10-03T03:27:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:44:22.703+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, October 03, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Lil Eddie - Perfect Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SsY81yjBgQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cvu27nMJEPo/s1600-h/writing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SsY81yjBgQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cvu27nMJEPo/s320/writing.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388060898994782466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I look back at my life, what do I find? I feel I'm running on empty. Even in the corner of my mind, I feel I'm running on empty. Even if I spread my wings and fly, I feel I'm running on empty."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its been quite a while now and this has been going through my mind all year round. Its like an on and off thing. Sometimes I feel as if I'm ready to let go and that I don't care anymore, other times I feel like a drama queen sooking over it as if it was the end of the world. Everything is changing so dramatically and I'm finding it more difficult to understand as time goes by. To me, you are still the bestest friend I've ever had, the sweetest person I've ever met and the one that tops it off on my priority list. I don't want to be who I am today, I want to be someone else, someone that I used to be because right now, this doesn't feel like me. Blehh, why do I think about the past so much? Well the things you never did will always be the biggest regrets you'll ever have. I can say sorry for the rest of my life but it'll never be enough. Words can't change anything. No words in this world could ever sum up all the emotions that I feel within me. I don't know, this is just another random erge like those times when you just feel like writing everything down. Typing for hours and hours on shit that you'll forget in a couple of hours. Well yeah.. I'm so thankful for the times you've allowed me to spend with you yet I'm so sad that it had to end so quick. I love you and I miss you dearly. The best I ever had. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-5378495952510523414?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/5378495952510523414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-october-03-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5378495952510523414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5378495952510523414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-october-03-2009.html' title='Saturday, October 03, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SsY81yjBgQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cvu27nMJEPo/s72-c/writing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-4653770573820851539</id><published>2009-10-01T02:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:19:45.668+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, October 01, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Harison Hopwood and Joshua Vuong&lt;br /&gt;Music: Diana Fox - Running On Empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired today for some reason. After getting home from library, I just full went to sleep and I woke up around 12:50 something AM which was like almost 1. LoL, went shower and then made instant noodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-4653770573820851539?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/4653770573820851539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday-october-01-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4653770573820851539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4653770573820851539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday-october-01-2009.html' title='Thursday, October 01, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-9038265476564651001</id><published>2009-09-30T03:42:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:24:21.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesdaym September 30, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Herry Chung and Randy Tran&lt;br /&gt;Music: Nick Carter - Funny Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish Christine Chau and Allan Chung a happy birthday. LoL, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINE YOU OLD PERSONNNNNNNNNNNN. HAPPY SWEET 16. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-9038265476564651001?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/9038265476564651001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesdaym-september-30-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/9038265476564651001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/9038265476564651001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesdaym-september-30-2009.html' title='Wednesdaym September 30, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-3193063654563391145</id><published>2009-09-27T22:41:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:03:15.972+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, September 27, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Shiny - The Things You Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sr9djUIiQHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nOHsMGXs0eA/s1600-h/lonely.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sr9djUIiQHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nOHsMGXs0eA/s320/lonely.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386126540639715442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Cause everything you do just makes me fall in love with you more and more everyday. There's nothing more I can say."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was the worse Moon Festival ever. It got me feeling so shit all day, today makes me never want to go to Moon Festival ever again. I got a headache right now.. So when we got back from Liverpool, I just walked off to Karly's house, there was no point staying with the others. Freaken hell, its pms time of the month again and I hate it. I'm so tired right now. I think I should help earlier tonight. (Y) Blehhhh, honestly the shittest Moon Festival everrrrrr. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-3193063654563391145?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/3193063654563391145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-september-27-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3193063654563391145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3193063654563391145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-september-27-2009.html' title='Sunday, September 27, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sr9djUIiQHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nOHsMGXs0eA/s72-c/lonely.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-4136705560471003610</id><published>2009-09-24T20:48:00.016+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:11:28.748+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, September 24, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Cindy Huynh, Sylvia Nguyen and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: One Call - Unglued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SrtVD8-PREI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GGKHvxywRwo/s1600-h/lonely.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SrtVD8-PREI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GGKHvxywRwo/s320/lonely.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384991305846703170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh and the award for the best liar goes to you for making me believe that you could be faithful to me. Lets hear your speeches. How about a round of applause? Standing ovation? But you put on quite a show, really had me going. Now its time to go, curtains finally closing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow is the last day for my trials, got commerce and computer trials tomorrow. Today, you've made me feel more shitter than I've ever felt."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy&lt;/span&gt;." Its so true isn't it? Well that's how you got me feeling. If I had the choice, I'd choose to think of anything else but you right now. You're the reason for my insanity. You may think why am I blaming you for all this? Well answer is, because there is no one else to blame besides myself. Fact is, I don't want to blame myself. Its not like I wanted all this. Somethings are just out of our control and there's no denial that change is inevitable. Happiness is something that is placed within the hands of others, we can't grab a hold of it. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can choose to be happy or        sad and whichever you choose that is what you get. No one is really responsible to make someone else happy, no matter what        most people have been taught and accept as true&lt;/span&gt;." - Sidney Madwed. This quote is so full of bullshit. You think people out there that are suffering chose to be that way? You think they really want to live a fucking sad life? Jeeeze, you stupid quote, full of shit. Its not true, what you choose isn't always what you get. If it was so then wouldn't this whole world be happy? Why is it that there's still people out there praying for better days? Exactly! Because its in the hands of others, not everything is controlled by you asshole. LoL, ha I got a bit worked up over a quote..  Its freaken ridiculous. There is no other way to put it into words but I hate you both. Why am I even being like this? "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hating people is like burning down your house to kill a rat&lt;/span&gt;." That's true, I'm just wasting my time doing things that don't even matter. Sometimes being hateful is really the only closest thing a person gets to real happiness. Its not the best solution but it is a sort that would help a little. No one would fully understand each other because we're not each other but we do understand others that has gone through a similar situation compared to us. Its an unpleasant feeling to have feelings that just won't go away. They're haunting and it frustrates you to a point where you just want to give up, you desperately want to let go yet you can't. It's not something you can choose. AHEM, reffering to that quote that is full of shit! LoL I guess I pretty much made my point here. The End. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a special remake for my one and only Cindy Huynh, THE BIRTHDAY GIRL IN LIKE ONE HOUR AND SOMETHING MINUTES TIME. I would like to thank my mum and my dad for.. LoL kidding. Ha, that is so lame. Anyways as I was explaining how much I love Cindy. 8) LoL, thank you for your dedication Cindy. This one goes out to you my beautiful Asian cat. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, September 24, 2009. 10:54PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-4136705560471003610?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/4136705560471003610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-september-24-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4136705560471003610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4136705560471003610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-september-24-2009.html' title='Thursday, September 24, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SrtVD8-PREI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GGKHvxywRwo/s72-c/lonely.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-1306664595064945101</id><published>2009-09-18T22:28:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:39:58.372+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, September 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: 2NE1 - I Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SrN9aC-TLRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nTNQrdy8b0Q/s1600-h/salajinphotographystressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SrN9aC-TLRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nTNQrdy8b0Q/s320/salajinphotographystressed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382783866066119954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I don't care. I'll stop caring about what you're doing, wherever you are. From now on, I really don't care. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'll get out of the way&lt;/span&gt;. From now on, don't come to me and cry and cling on cause I don't care eh eh eh eh eh, I don't care eh eh eh eh eh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't really care anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-1306664595064945101?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/1306664595064945101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-september-18-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1306664595064945101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1306664595064945101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-september-18-2009.html' title='Friday, September 18, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SrN9aC-TLRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nTNQrdy8b0Q/s72-c/salajinphotographystressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-8145743414011400510</id><published>2009-09-15T21:53:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:58:13.646+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Cindy Huynh, Joanne Lam, Kathy Vuong, Randy Tran and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sq-C1rbOcsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fZs5ZoqSoBI/s1600-h/z183289581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sq-C1rbOcsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fZs5ZoqSoBI/s320/z183289581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381663938432627394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So when you feel like the sky is falling and there's nowhere to hide. Tell me, are tired of that crawling? Then open your eyes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So much drama lately. Things have definitely gone way too far. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;End this madness and lets all pretend that nothing happened and be friends&lt;/span&gt;." LoL whateverrrrrrr, not even gonna waste my time stressing over this, there's already enough to stress about. By the way, I got my white Nokia N97 today. Finally I've got it, I was surprisingly not excited due to personal reasons. LoL but I'm thankful for it, I love you mum. (L) Okayes I need to finish off my maths homework coz apparently I didn't finish the chapters I was meant to do. I didn't know I had to do those chapters as well, so yeah must start now. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-8145743414011400510?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/8145743414011400510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/rygeswbgrt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8145743414011400510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8145743414011400510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/rygeswbgrt.html' title=''/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sq-C1rbOcsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fZs5ZoqSoBI/s72-c/z183289581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-4203517471192324142</id><published>2009-09-14T19:37:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:06:51.868+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, September 14, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Karly Diec, Randy Tran and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sq4TR_EwgqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/amac4YxQCaU/s1600-h/z173594919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sq4TR_EwgqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/amac4YxQCaU/s320/z173594919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381259804464415394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You left me here hanging on the tip of my toes with no where to go, why am I still waiting here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday Jenny and Patrick. (^)(L) :D I'm so tired today, I don't even want to talk about it. Everything is so dramatic, lets just all relax our sacks. But before all that I just want to say, I fucking hate you. I hate you so so so much. Why are you rubbing everything in my face for? Why are you being such a hard cunt, I hate how you treat me now. Yeah you may think you're doing nothing to me but in fact you're fucking killing me every moment I'm breathing. I just don't understand why you're like this to me. It's been so long already, just let it go.. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-4203517471192324142?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/4203517471192324142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-september-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4203517471192324142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4203517471192324142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-september-14-2009.html' title='Monday, September 14, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sq4TR_EwgqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/amac4YxQCaU/s72-c/z173594919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-4803533300175186634</id><published>2009-09-12T20:51:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:13:33.582+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, September 12, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Great&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: 2NE1 - I Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sqt-hQ_3rHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oB6ESpvz9jk/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sqt-hQ_3rHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oB6ESpvz9jk/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380533289787829362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Cause I don't care eh eh eh eh eh. I don't care eh eh eh eh eh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was Jenny's Birthday outing and it was great. (Y) Lmao stacked so much today for some reason, freaken tripped over these stupid things. We went Strathfield at 1PM to eat at some restaurant. The bus was pretty late so it took us about an hour to actually get there. We went karaoke afterwards and yeahh. Rofl because of karaoke, it got me hooked onto the song I Don't Care. I like the chorus. Umm around 6 something PM, we went back to Jenny's place to eat. LoL farrr the umm mountain dew was nice, it was so hot today. The cold mountain dew just made everything all better. We then played spin the bottle. At first Phung dared me to go and talk to one of the drunk adults but it ended up as me doing the cat walk and flipping my hair walking down the lane thing. Fuck Rofl, embarrassing. In front of everyone too. LoL, it was fun. Around 7:26PM or something, Thomson and Lucinda walked me home. It was really dark and scary.. Blehh, haven't started my maths homework yet so doomed. And I'm busy tomorrow as well. Have to dye mum's hair. Farrrr, not gonna have enough time. LoL oh wells, letter home I guess. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-4803533300175186634?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/4803533300175186634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-september-12-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4803533300175186634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/4803533300175186634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-september-12-2009.html' title='Saturday, September 12, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sqt-hQ_3rHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oB6ESpvz9jk/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-3278361798858370393</id><published>2009-09-11T21:37:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:05:39.834+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, September 11, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: AJ and Jenny - 1234/Best I Ever Had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sqo2-28oyXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/L3YZFC6x-qQ/s1600-h/couples.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sqo2-28oyXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/L3YZFC6x-qQ/s320/couples.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380173158377113970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"There's only 1 thing 2 do, 3 words 4 you, I love you. There's only 1 way 2 say those 3 words. That's what I'll do, I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nothing much today, its a Friday. Handed in my commerce assignment and farrr out my maths homework Rofl. So Doomed, need to finish all those chapters before Monday.. Anyways, here comes my pms. I have a massive headache, farrrrr. Freaken hell you stress me out so much, I hate you. It would be a lot easier if one of us was gone, well I prefer myself. So anyways LoL science was just stupid because apparently someone likes to start shit with people. Bloody hell, you just can't shut up can you? Though no one talks to you, you start shit to create an aggressive atmosphere. Everything is so weird, I don't understand it anymore, things have changed so dramatically in just a years time. Freaken hell full failed my history test. Got 20/50. How nice, even the people who don't do work have higher marks than me, how great. Which just shows how dumb I am. Nothing to say, so yeah. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-3278361798858370393?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/3278361798858370393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3278361798858370393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3278361798858370393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/mood.html' title='Friday, September 11, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sqo2-28oyXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/L3YZFC6x-qQ/s72-c/couples.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-8087903337834993276</id><published>2009-09-10T22:16:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:26:53.614+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, September 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood:...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Appearing offline&lt;br /&gt;Music: Jared Lee - Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SqjupMuozjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q1hIxtxenOo/s1600-h/3091353176_c3d751fa2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SqjupMuozjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q1hIxtxenOo/s320/3091353176_c3d751fa2b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379812146452942386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"And &lt;u&gt;I'm trying to live without you&lt;/u&gt; but its hard to achieve when you're not here. I go on but I'm thinking about you everyday you're away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't get to blog yesterday because I was busy trying to do my assignments. Well yesterday's date meant a lot to me, after all it was 090909... Anyways yeah. The events that happened yesterday and today is just ridiculous. Freaken hell I don't even want to talk about it. Ha, my Bvlgari case is gone now. How nice. Bloody english stress me out. Anyways commerce assignment is due tomorrow so I need to finish it off tonight and umm textiles folio is extended again till next week Friday. Farrrrr 6466477639766824 but no, I shouldn't be because you don't deserve a second of my time. I hate you. I hate it how you're rubbing everything in my face, I hate it how you're showing it off to the world, I hate it how you're so desperate.. Most of all, I hate it how 4784553335843726322688968. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That day was the worse damn day of my life. Felt so weak inside, the first time that I cried&lt;/span&gt;." - Sighs - FML, gonna go and read some FML. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-8087903337834993276?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/8087903337834993276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-september-10-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8087903337834993276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8087903337834993276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-september-10-2009.html' title='Thursday, September 10, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SqjupMuozjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q1hIxtxenOo/s72-c/3091353176_c3d751fa2b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-5832486161445628267</id><published>2009-09-07T22:43:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:24:15.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, September 07, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Keith Urban - You'll Think Of Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SqUBiWKL4kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rSOEH9m6vQ0/s1600-h/couples.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SqUBiWKL4kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rSOEH9m6vQ0/s320/couples.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378707019539407426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Take your records, take your freedom. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take your memories, I don't need them&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Today was so stressing. I guess I feel a bit better after raging at some asshole. Freaken hell I can't help it but to rage. Seriously, freaken stressed out and everything too. I have a headache. What? Can't I have one? Fucking asshole. Are you that bord with your life that you have to go around dissing people? Are you that lonely? Fucking gorilla. "Miss she looks sick, miss she looks like she's going to die, miss she looks dead all the time." Fucking no shit I'm dying, coz I fucking saw your face. Bloody disgusting piece of shit, you're a disgrace. What? Fucking can't even solo me huh? You start shit and can't even finish it off yourself so you pull your girlfriend into it? Jeeeze, what a sore loser. "You have a problem" No shit asshole, I have a problem with you. At least I'm mature enough to admit it. What about you? What do you do? Fucking hide behind your girlfriend. What a pussy, mate guys like you don't deserve to live. Freaken hell, you disgust me. LoL now I sound like some keyboard hero hiding behind my screen, acting all taugh. Well I'm not, coz I actually fucking raged at you in reality. I'm not like you, I can stand up for myself. Yeah, I may be alone and have no one there for me but at least I don't act like some smart ass all the time. Fucking hell, you're so stupid. You should learn to shut that big mouth of yours, and shave your eyebrows for gods sakes. It's disgusting, what did you even do to it in the first place, so bloody hairy. Anyways, I have better things to stress over.. I finally finished sewing my hoodie today, all I need to do now is neaten it up and do my folio. I need to finish off my commerce assignment and do my english one. English test is on Wednesday. Blehh, what a stressing week this is. Well basically, everyday is a struggle. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's over now. The game is over, I just lost. Tick, tick, tick my clock just ran out&lt;/span&gt;." Fake it until you make it, totally. I'm the same with or without you, either way, nothings going to change. I don't need you, I don't miss you, I just miss the person you once were. True, everyone changes. But why be so dramatic for? Why change into a totally different person, someone that I won't even recognize.. Can you really be that cold hearted? Treating me as if you never knew me. Wow, what a fantastic personality you got there mister. Honestly, we're in year 10 now and almost going into our senior years. You're such a joke, nothing about you is mature except your physical appearance. If you were normal, you would learn someday. You will look back at your past and at least feel a bit of guilt. Freaken you're like a tsunami that just runs over people and ruin and change their lives forever. Yeah, that's how I'll describe you. You're a tsunami! I'm so tired, I don't even want to think about anything. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-5832486161445628267?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/5832486161445628267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/gftytdgftdgf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5832486161445628267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5832486161445628267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/gftytdgftdgf.html' title='Monday, September 07, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SqUBiWKL4kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rSOEH9m6vQ0/s72-c/couples.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-227600683274455610</id><published>2009-09-06T23:28:00.023+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:55:31.604+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, September 06, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Joshua Vuong, Randy Tran and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Westlife - When I'm With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SqO9j-raqAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5HbrIRSRLsM/s1600-h/jackisfat11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SqO9j-raqAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5HbrIRSRLsM/s320/jackisfat11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378350805828675586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What's good a photograph if you're not in the other half. Why even dream if I'm not dreaming of you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This whole weekend I spent laying here on my bed all day thinking. So stressing.. I remembered I told you once that this song reminds me of you. LoL it's a nice song. I miss this song, haven't listened to it for so long. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm with you, you, you, you, you. When I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;." :D Anyways so I tried really hard to do my commerce assignment today but apparently I didn't go very far. I'm still up to doing the tourist attractions part for commerce and that's like the second point farrr. :@ Okaye need to do sketches for the english one and also textiles, also need to start on the textiles folio and finish sewing the hoodie. I must get myself back on track because I'm wasting a lot of time doing nothing. Where did I go wrong? How did I end up in here? I'm losing the track of time. It's already a Monday tomorrow which means another week of school. I can't stand this madness, it's so stressing. Everyday life is like a struggle. I hope I do good in my english assignment and textiles assignment. LoL I'm happy with my SRP I guess, 78/80 is alright. Lmao still cannot get over the fact that I got everything full marks except spelling and grammar. Farr that shit cost me 2 marks? I could of got 80/80! Stupid spelling and grammar. Anyways it's all good. Okaye mum is taking forever to get me the Nokia N97. She said she would soon, but whens soon? It's been so long already. My phone has been a bitch to me lately, keeps stuffing up and having black outs. Oh yeah, I was umm webcaming with Cindy on Friday night, Rofl I accidentally fell asleep on her whilst webcaming. How embarrassing. Well yeah, I took some screen shots of her being a retart. :L LoL there were so many little kids running in the background but yeah. Anyways yeah, that's pretty much it for these past few days. School's tomorrow, how greatttttttttttttt. (Y) YAYAYAY got double textiles tomorrow. Eww maths, I didn't do my homework once again and it's double tomorrow as well. How fun.. The End. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURVEY - From Georgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEN EMOTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Are you missing someone right now?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Are you happy?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Are you sad?&lt;/span&gt; What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Are you bored?&lt;/span&gt; Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Are you excited?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Are you nervous?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Are you single?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Are you tired? &lt;/span&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Are your parents still married?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today did you -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Talk to a boy you like?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Realize anything new?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I had chicken tonight. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Talk to an ex?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Miss someone?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person who -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Slept in your bed?&lt;/span&gt; Me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Saw you cry?&lt;/span&gt; Vivian Lau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. You went to the movies with?&lt;/span&gt; I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Went to the mall with you?&lt;/span&gt; Vivian I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. You said "I love you" to and meant it?&lt;/span&gt; A person who doesn't exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. That made you laugh?&lt;/span&gt; J Block people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Said they loved you?&lt;/span&gt; A special friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Called you in the middle of the night?&lt;/span&gt; The same person as question 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURVEY - From Karly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CANS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you blow a bubble?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you do a cart wheel?&lt;/span&gt; Not even a quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you touch your toes?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you wiggle your ears?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you touch your tongue to your nose?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DIDS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever want to be a doctor?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever want to be a fire fighter?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever want to be a teacher?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever break the law?&lt;/span&gt; Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt; The baby ones. :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you own a bike?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you play the lotto?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like football?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a shopping addiction?&lt;/span&gt; Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DOES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does your family have family picnics?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does your wallet have any pics in it?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LASTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person you hung out with? &lt;/span&gt;Vivian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last car ride?&lt;/span&gt; Last week Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last text message from?&lt;/span&gt; Cindy Huynh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last baby you held?&lt;/span&gt; Olivia. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST THING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt; Sausage sizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;/span&gt; Orange and mango juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you watched?&lt;/span&gt; Me, Myself and Irene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you read?&lt;/span&gt; Msn chatlogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you hand wrote?&lt;/span&gt; Geo test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who last talked to you on the phone?&lt;/span&gt; Karly Diec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;/span&gt; Cindy on webcam. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you miss right now?&lt;/span&gt; Take a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who last messaged you on msn?&lt;/span&gt; Randy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt; Blue. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have any tattoos?&lt;/span&gt; Nature's tattoos, moles LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you any piercings?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Straight hair or curly?&lt;/span&gt; Straight mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are you?&lt;/span&gt; Bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Failed a class?&lt;/span&gt; No shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accomplished a life goal?&lt;/span&gt; Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sang in front of a crowd?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, Primary LCC festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-227600683274455610?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/227600683274455610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/ewrfew-vdfdfd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/227600683274455610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/227600683274455610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/ewrfew-vdfdfd.html' title='Sunday, September 06, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SqO9j-raqAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5HbrIRSRLsM/s72-c/jackisfat11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-2524197502344667391</id><published>2009-09-04T15:56:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:58:17.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, September 04, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Feeling great&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Liem Ho and Randy Tran&lt;br /&gt;Music: Menudo - My Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SqCu2A8L-7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/vk4ceUDpAns/s1600-h/photography.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SqCu2A8L-7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/vk4ceUDpAns/s320/photography.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377490198068984754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"As I lay me down, I pray that &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; someday you gonna see that I'm the one you wanna be with when you wake and when you fall asleep. So let me lay you down, I promise &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; this ain't a one night thing. When I look into your eyes I wonder if you know that baby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;you're my everything&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can tell I've been feeling you for some time and so baby don't you hold back on what you're thinking about me cause if you wanna show it, you know I wanna know it. That's all that I've been hoping&lt;/span&gt;." LoL I used to love this song and yeah I still do. Today it started out as a very cursed day. Out of all days, I forgot my locker keys on a day where I have double period of textiles. The project was going to be due on Monday at first that's why I started getting mad and pissed off. So yeah, went to look for Mr Pulham and all that drama happened. After a while of consideration, he made me talk to Mr Fairbanks LoL which is so stupid. And yeah I borrowed the key and got my textiles stuff out of my locker and placed them into Karly's. Umm when we had textiles today, apparently we got an extension so it's due on Friday now. I full on broke another needle. Farrr out what's wrong with me lately? Keep breaking them, I never break needles ffs. I just felt so crap most of today because of one particular thing, I don't even know why I'm like this over it because it's not even worth my time thinking of it. I hate it how you still mean everything to me. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me what makes her so much better than me, what makes her your every dream and fantasy&lt;/span&gt;." LoL I like that song. Anyways yeah, I need to unpick a part of my binding, stupid bobbin. Mmm, Leo's club was selling sausage sizzle today. I got the combo Rofl, was so niceee. Commerce was so boring, fell asleep the whole period. Blehh, I still need to do the commerce assignment, it's due on Thursday. Maths was extremely boring, I felt so sick and tired. Finally getting home, I felt much better. (Y) The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-2524197502344667391?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/2524197502344667391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-september-04-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2524197502344667391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2524197502344667391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-september-04-2009.html' title='Friday, September 04, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SqCu2A8L-7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/vk4ceUDpAns/s72-c/photography.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-87308365865540279</id><published>2009-09-03T23:44:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:03:44.589+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, September 03, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Appearing offline&lt;br /&gt;Music: Keisha Cole - Falling Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sp_Ivq0XxrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fIV6e0Ibvwg/s1600-h/z75718890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sp_Ivq0XxrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fIV6e0Ibvwg/s320/z75718890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377237201377019570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Sometimes I feel like there's no getting through to you like you don't appreciate all that I do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is it that you can't hack? - Sighs - Why are you so low? Yeah I may be a bit low but you, you're just beyond low. Bitching, turning people against each other? Mate those are personalities of a girl. That's so year 7 and 8. Grow up please. I felt like crap basically all day because of you? Yeah, asshole thanks for making my day. Selfish, show off, greedy, bitch, immature and of course a big attention seeker. Yep, that's all you. Ha, it's funny how on Wednesday like there was a play thing about cancer, it was sad how they mentioned about blogging saying that people who blog have no life or something and who would read it. I disagree with that. People who blog are confident people who express anger and other emotions in a positive way. Rofl. Better than those assholes who think they're all that going around the place saying fuck this, fuck that, that's just immature. People would just think you have anger problems and that you're insane like those mental people. Just blog it all out and let it go, forget about it afterwards. Why let it ruin your day? It's like 12:09 AM right now and like finally I fixed the stupid virus thingy, it's the same as Tuesday night how I couldn't type properly with my keyboard so yeah, couldn't blog earlier. We did our extended question geo test today in period 5, it was okaye like we already had the question before hand so yeah. I think I'm pretty confident in the test, I wrote like 3 pages? I totally forgot about textiles project being due on Monday. I was so confident because I was so ahead and I got lazy so I pretty much didn't do anything for a long period of time and yeah now it's due so soon. I must get all the over locking done by tomorrow so then I can start on my folio work. After that I have to finish off my commerce assignment which is due on Thursday. Also have to get a start on with my english power point farrrr. Stupid assignments, there's one too many to be done. I feel so sick right now, I got a runny nose. Probably gonna see what I can do for my textiles project then go sleep. But before all that, I must shower and eat. I keep skipping dinner lately, get so hungry in the morning. Better go to bed with a full stomach rather than an empty one. Alrights, I'm going to shower now. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-87308365865540279?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/87308365865540279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-september-03-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/87308365865540279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/87308365865540279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-september-03-2009.html' title='Thursday, September 03, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sp_Ivq0XxrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fIV6e0Ibvwg/s72-c/z75718890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7169417269605634071</id><published>2009-09-02T22:09:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:36:30.882+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, September 02, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Anna Mai and Randy Tran&lt;br /&gt;Music: Q - Whats Love Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sp5hhl0U4ZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/v38rD1EYxl8/s1600-h/l8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sp5hhl0U4ZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/v38rD1EYxl8/s320/l8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376842234842112402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I seen it in a movie, I read it in a book. Couples all around me everywhere I look and every other weekend I go out, I see everybody holding hands in town and all my friends they're not around. They're probably home with a girl right now. I wanna know what's love like. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I never really been in love&lt;/span&gt; like Romeo and Juliet, cupid doesn't know me yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I feel so stressed out right now. Ha, it's like no one can even tell that I am. Anyways once again Happy Birthday Anna Mai. I guess I'm a bit calmed down now from my previous entry. It's all good. (Y) You could of just said so, no need to make up excuses for not wanting to talk to me. LoL, I'm not stupid, I can tell you know that? Sometimes I guess it's best to shut up in case things get worse.. Okaye gonna maple for a bit. The End. (L) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7169417269605634071?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7169417269605634071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday-september-02-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7169417269605634071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7169417269605634071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday-september-02-2009.html' title='Wednesday, September 02, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sp5hhl0U4ZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/v38rD1EYxl8/s72-c/l8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-3549754980505622044</id><published>2009-09-02T20:34:00.025+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:09:19.679+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, September 02, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Kevin Hua and Nguyet Tram&lt;br /&gt;Music: Mark Dorsey - I Crave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sp5KSurvWKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ASflTJRUtNI/s1600-h/149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Sp5KSurvWKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ASflTJRUtNI/s320/149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376816690756540578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Didn't want you to be the one, the one I'll miss. In my new life you won't even exist."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Anna Mai. :D (^)(L) I guess that long conversation from last night really affected me huh? Just another set back. Was it better that I knew? Or was I better off wondering? Whatever, I don't even feel like talking to anyone right now. Mmm, what doesn't kill me would only make me stronger? LoL totally, I'm so tank. I'm like one of those musculain females who go to weight competitions? Lmao. I just can't believe it, this is so freaken stupid. Bloody spoiled brat, just go die or something. I'm better off without you. And as for you you stupid bitch, I hope you're happy? Pfft, sarcasm. You're just so happy seeing me like this ain't you? That my life is crashing down on me. I have no one else to blame but myself for ever trusting you with everything. Why am I even bothering to be like this over you guys? Selfishness? Jealous? Envy? Grudges? Something along those lines. Yeah fucking go die, I hate these feelings that you're making me feel towards you. It's all negative. Honestly, the only reason why I'm so negative all the time now a days is probably because of you. I've lost all hope, given up on everything, I don't believe in those happy things that I once believed in. I hate you so much, I don't even know if there's a word out there to describe how much I hate you right now. I just hate you to the point where I don't even know if it's even hatred anymore. If I had to be like this for any longer as a part of growing up, then I rather not grow up at all. Even if so, I'd always be more mature than you, fucking immature bastard. Act your age. Dumb? Crazy? Is that how you describe me? Well this is you! Immature, selfish, attention seeker. Fucking have a personality of a spoiled little kid who doesn't know that money doesn't grow on trees. Everything just has to be your way, haven't you thought of that maybe other people have feelings too? I tried to see your point of view, I considered your feelings, I empathized you. You didn't even bother because you're selfish. Fucking cold hearted piece of shit. Why are you being like this for? All suborn and everything. It's no wonder why people want to shoot you down with a gun. It's because you're being a bitch, you're so selfish. A cold hearted person who only thinks about themselves. You act nice to people to get them, then ditch them afterwards. You use people as if you're your tools. It's unbelievable how you always get what you want. You deserve nothing that you have, you deserve to be tortured to death. I have never in my life felt so much anger and emotions towards a person, it's like I owed you something from the past life and this is how you're taking revenge. I don't even want to think about it, I can't stand any much longer seeing your face around. Might as well just go to sleep or something, I can't be bothered with anything. Having another geo test tomorrow. Stuff that, I'm not even going to bother. - Sighs - Don't even feel like going to school tomorrow but I have textiles, how greattt. Ha, yeah. That's it for today. The End. 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I wonder what's going on. 46477825546486968766824.. Anyways today we got back our SRP results and omfg I'm so happy yet so mad. I got 78/80. Farrr I got everything full marks except SPELLING AND GRAMMAR.. If only I could spell, I would of got full marks. LoL. Geo test was today, it was totally not what I expected. Omg how stupid am I? HAHAH I didn't know what a treaty was and I wrote "An alliance between countries." Farr can't believe this. Hmm, after that was sport. Went Pcyc and yeah. I think I've got a cold just now, boogers are coming down my nostrils constantly. :O The End. 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mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate :    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09/02/94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Location:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cabramatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Half black/dark brown and half light brown/blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;153cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47.7kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One on each ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatoos:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend/Girlfriend:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My own two legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overused Phrase:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"LoL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAVORITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pub/Disc/Restaurant:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EasyWay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Part on Opposite sex: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The body 8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfume: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Album: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The NoteBook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor/Actress: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Hyori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This or That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds or BurgerKing:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mc Donalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chocolate or Coffee:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss or Hug:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog or Cat:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap or Punk: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer or Winter: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Movies or Funny Movies:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scary movies are fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love or Money:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 3AM+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Missed Memory:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back in those days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best physical feature:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Thought Waking Up:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Sighs - It's another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambition: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakness: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ticklish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fears: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scared of a lot of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest relationship:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 months and 4 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated Your Partner:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been beaten up:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever beaten someone up:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Skinny Dipped:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No but I want to .__.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Kissed Opposite sex: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Dumped Lately:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN A GUY/GAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Eye Color:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Hair Color:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taller than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks or Personality:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot or Cute:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscular or Really Skinny:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muscular, just a little :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What country do you want to Visit:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to the Mall Lately:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your Parents: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health Freak:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No where near that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your Attractive:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in Yourself:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to College:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sort of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Drink:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, who doesn't drink water? :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower Daily:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in Love:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, best singer in the world right here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get Married:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want Children:    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you wanna lose your Virginity: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate anyone: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obviously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-6136057032349181646?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/6136057032349181646/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-431885329685071220</id><published>2009-08-31T22:25:00.016+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:16:34.185+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, August 31, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood:...&lt;br /&gt;Msn:...&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpvCIIWiECI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wg2tEL0F4aI/s1600-h/fantasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpvCIIWiECI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wg2tEL0F4aI/s320/fantasy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376104025133551650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't say you love me unless you mean it&lt;/span&gt;, cause I might do something stupid like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Farr I feel so crap today.. For some reason 43766882554648663.. Anyways today in english it was just epic Lmao. Like we were discussing on writing about a person that you think is evil and shit, someone said Ashur and I started laughing then he full over reacted LoL that lame fuck. He started raging like a pussy going "Why not Mont? Why not blah blah blah." LoL everyone thought he was insane or something because no one understood him. He said I called him Jew when I didn't LoL, like wtf? He then said that I'm evil in disguise, I hide behind my glasses. Rofl then I was like "What about your eyebrows, you're hiding behind them." Lmao asshole. He called me retarted and Ms Shaffi just full went mad talking about how it's offensive to call me a retart and how it's offensive talking about his eyebrows. LoL she took us outside and made him apologize to me, forcing us to shake hands. It's so stupid seriously, talk about anger management. Since when did I ever pick on you, it's your problem that you try to be funny in front of others LoL. Don't rage just coz you can't hack it, don't bloody act funny when you're not, god you have a personality of a wussy girl. Anyways after that, everything else in the day was just fucked up. I swear in science was a piss off like no tomorrow. Fucking lonely slut what's your problem? Fucking call me retarted out of no where to fit in with a hairy gorilla? How fucked up are you? If you don't like me, then don't suck up to me you asshole. Simple as that. I hate it how people like you are such 2 faces. The only reason I even ever reply you with short answers coz I'm being nice, you really think I want to talk to you, you 2 face? Jeeeze, ridiculous. Then like we had to watch this video and freaken hell the words were going too fast and I asked her to bloody pause it or something but guess what? She doesn't care and she fast forwarded the whole movie, fucking idiot. Who can't tell between the rewind and forward button? Is it really that hard to use a fucking video player? After that we did an experiment and after packing I swear there was only fucking 4 stopwatches to begin with and fucking once again Ms Jey blames our class for stealing them, she said there was 5 and she only has 4 here. Wtf? She let the fobs go home and some other bitches like Little Miss Suck Up. Fucking hell she kept me, Karly and some other people in. Fucking bitch to make it worse shes like "It's not that I suspect you guys or anything.." If not, why fucking keep us in then? Asshole does it look like I'll fucking steal a fucked up freaken lame stopwatch? Why would anyone even want to, it's just that you can't freaken count. Talking about how you're sick and shit and you only came because you didn't want to miss the lesson with us, well no one told you to okaye? Fucking go home, stay home, I don't care. Stop blaming our class for stealing coz we fucking did no shit. Today I just felt really frustrated and down for many reason, mainly because of one. I just can't stand this environment, it's insane. I don't understand why, I feel as if I'm invisible to you. Did I do something? Blehh, I feel so stressed out. There's also a geo skills test tomorrow, then on Thursday there's an essay writing one where you have to write about an AID. Also have english power point to do, commerce assignment and so on. There's just so much to do in so little time. Whatever, I'm not going to bother with anything. I feel so bloody stressed out. The only thing that ever made my days worth the while is gone, it vanished. Now I'm back to base one again, having to start all over again. Why is everything so hard for? I can't stand this madness. Growing to someone's company and then not having them around the next makes me sort of empty. I don't even know what I'm doing right now, I'm so filled up with anger and !@$#%!~^&amp;amp; I don't know. I'm tired. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-431885329685071220?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/431885329685071220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/431885329685071220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/431885329685071220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood.html' title='Monday, August 31, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpvCIIWiECI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wg2tEL0F4aI/s72-c/fantasy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-3156665875249339321</id><published>2009-08-30T20:11:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:41:44.467+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, August 30, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Cindy Huynh, Darwin Liu and Karly Diec&lt;br /&gt;Music: Redd Stylez - Romeo And Juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SppUgPYATqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5DG2nKUx8Po/s1600-h/20090607132306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SppUgPYATqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5DG2nKUx8Po/s320/20090607132306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375702018079870626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"If I'm being honest, baby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you got all that I need&lt;/span&gt;. It's true, you got a hold on me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Farrr out I can't believe this. I woke up around 5:50 something PM today.. LoL fuck I'm doomed, the Shakespeare homework is due tomorrow and I'm still up to the first scene. Jeeeze, why did I leave it to the last minute? I'm smart aren't I? :/ Anyways yeah, I haven't ate anything all day. Have no idea what to eat, I haven't even gone downstairs the whole day today Rofl so what on earth am I on about. Blehh, I should really do my homework before Shaffi chops me tomorrow. Okaye I swear I'll stop chatting on Msn and actually get a start on with my work. Fuck I'm doomed, have to translate 4 scenes with like how many pages. Fuckkkkkkkk. LoL I'm the smartest person on earth, bloody do it at such a critical time. Okaye okaye okaye, I'll start after I finish finding food. LoL farrr I'll never start at this point. Anyways yeah I'll start now. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-3156665875249339321?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/3156665875249339321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-august-30-2009_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3156665875249339321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3156665875249339321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-august-30-2009_30.html' title='Sunday, August 30, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SppUgPYATqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5DG2nKUx8Po/s72-c/20090607132306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-3567035558331603712</id><published>2009-08-29T17:25:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:25:45.032+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, August 29, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Crap&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Anna Tang, Randy Tran and Tony Luc Duong&lt;br /&gt;Music: Q - I Love You Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpjZjm5ksZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6dZUUCRSCp8/s1600-h/summer-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpjZjm5ksZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6dZUUCRSCp8/s320/summer-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375285361027363218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Because I'm a girl, to whom love is everything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LoL the song I'm listening to right now is totally the opposite of what I'm feeling. I'm so frustrated with her seriously. Today woke up and yeah, farr with the worse period pain ever I swear. It's still hurting right now. My brother, cousin and all that went to my aunt's boyfriend's son's birthday BBQ and yeah, home to myself with nothing to do. I laid down in bed all day, thinking I was probably going to die. It was like so painful, with no one in the world caring that I was going die. Rofl god, I make it sound so dramatic. Ohh Harry Potter is on tonight, I'm so going to watch it. I think. LoL farrr it gets so freaken boring after Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Actually nevermind, it seems so boring, I can't be bothered to change the channel. I feel so pissed off today, like I'm completely pissed off at everything. I hate it so bad. Fucking hell my mum is so annoying. It's like I already suffered five days at school and I waited so long for this damn day to come so I can relax and she fucking annoys the fucking shit out of me, telling me to do this and that. I'm so tired, I feel so angry and everything. My periods are making me pms so much. The period cramps are freaken pissing me off so much. It's hurting like no tomorrow and I'm so hungry too. I keep forgetting that I have my periods and omg, I can't drink cold water and stuff. It's so hard because I like cold things. Anyways yeah, I've hardly eaten anything at all today, I feel so sick. There's nothing to eat and I'm so sick of freaken instant noodles. Blehh, if only I was bothered enough to go Cabra to buy some food today. Oh well, maybe tomorrow. Farr I got the english homework to do. I'm so lazy and like it's so much homework too. Have to translate all those pages of Shakespeare crap from The Merchant of Venice. Ewww. LoL great and I have english first thing in the morning on Monday. Farrr, I better start soon or I'm really doomed. I should start doing all my homework and stuff. We're going to get our SRP results back on Tuesday, I have a feeling that I got a bad mark. It's just so unpredictable. When I try so hard, things never turn out right. Rofl I finally changed my bed sheets today, it took me more than a week to change it. Still can't believe how on earth it ripped up to pieces like that, it's so ridiculous. I'm so tired right now, I can't be bothered with this anymore. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-3567035558331603712?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/3567035558331603712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-august-29-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3567035558331603712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3567035558331603712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-august-29-2009.html' title='Saturday, August 29, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpjZjm5ksZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6dZUUCRSCp8/s72-c/summer-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-5583480168927565673</id><published>2009-08-28T19:27:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:42:35.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, August 28, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Appearing offline&lt;br /&gt;Music: Taj Jackson - Open Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpejzRK5AuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cKEuGPh34hw/s1600-h/house.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpejzRK5AuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cKEuGPh34hw/s320/house.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374944781467714274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Here we are on the 18th floor balcony, we're both flying away."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was just another ordinary day. We did sketching in textiles and yeah, designing a tutu. Omg got our history test results today, I got 16/20 for the Gough Whitlam essay writing test. LoL good enough I guess? Anyways yeah today was pretty boring. Nothing happened really. Except the stupid gum incident Lmao. Stupid #%!#@!@#!~$. I accidentally bump my shoulder on the A block door whilst going out of it to go home, LoL Karly gave me a massage and yeah. We decided to do it to Vivian and guess what? LoL I accidentally thingy'd Karly's shoulder coz she moved back. D: Anyways, yeah. That's it for today. The End. (L) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-5583480168927565673?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/5583480168927565673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-august-28-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5583480168927565673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5583480168927565673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-august-28-2009.html' title='Friday, August 28, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpejzRK5AuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cKEuGPh34hw/s72-c/house.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-982269968539342180</id><published>2009-08-26T18:40:00.016+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:11:47.008+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, August 26, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Fine&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Randy Tran and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tre - Young Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpT4ytcDS5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3IPGfqsgnIE/s1600-h/cachepic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpT4ytcDS5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3IPGfqsgnIE/s320/cachepic.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374193805434243986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I can't catch my breath cause you take it away. The best writer in town &lt;u&gt;could not find words to say.&lt;/u&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, August 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel you have come out of a long tunnel today. Your energies are brighter and you feel more energetic. People compliment you on your appearance, ask&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if you have lost weight.&lt;/span&gt; You may have some ups and downs with family but everyone else will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rofl at my horoscope. Yeah, I totally lost weight. 8-) AHHAHAH. Erhh baby sitting Olivia, LoL oh god she made me watch Dora the Explorer. So boring. Anyways, I got my Try A Trade certificate today. LoL unexpected. Umm lets see, today was very tiring at school. Ha, bloody maths test. That was just fail! Can't believe I've got such a shameful mark, like stupid Mr Lee. LoL so proud of his fobs. In commerce, Elena gave out Jelly Joy Rofl and we all had a great time eating them. We went to watch the basketball game for the period and yeah. Erhh english was so boring LoL, nothing out of the ordinary. Went home and yeah, fell asleep, woke up, baby sit Olivia. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-982269968539342180?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/982269968539342180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/wefdfdsfderwer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/982269968539342180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/982269968539342180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/wefdfdsfderwer.html' title='Wednesday, August 26, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpT4ytcDS5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3IPGfqsgnIE/s72-c/cachepic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-2416021887306264846</id><published>2009-08-25T23:08:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:03:18.601+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, August 25, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: Taj Jackson - I'm The One For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpPjaZPOG5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-rrHB1L4KuY/s1600-h/photography-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpPjaZPOG5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-rrHB1L4KuY/s320/photography-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373888822973963154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;s&gt;She's&lt;/s&gt; so sexy, so cool, &lt;s&gt;she's&lt;/s&gt; the baddest &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; I'm seen. I'm wondering why I only see &lt;s&gt;her&lt;/s&gt; in my dreams. The love of my life, &lt;s&gt;she's&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;the only one for me.&lt;/em&gt; My L.O.V.E, oh my L.O.V.E."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Thai Hang Nguyen, you're so old now. :D (^)(L) Today was alright I guess. Well except for the part where I got my maths results back. HAHAHA fail shit, got 57%. From getting 80%+ to this, how nice. I've been failing a lot lately in maths, I really can't be bothered to try anymore. We continued to watch the Merchant of Venice in english today but then didn't get to finish it, ngaww have to be in class tomorrow. We're not going to finish off the movie. Nothing special today, the picnic got canceled because Phung got pissed off. Went Pcyc for sports and yeah walked home afterwards. The walk home was very nice, all peaceful and quite. I got home and was about to sleep when I got a text from Karly telling me to go Vivian's house and so I did. We waited like 2 minutes and my mum got home so I went out with Vivian and Karly to Cabramatta. Lmao I was too lazy to change shoes so I wore my thongs all the way to Cabra and back. Erhh yeahh, went back to Vivian's house and chatted for like a very long time about stupid stuff. Karly had to go home and yeah not long after I had to as well. I went home and went to sleep straight away. Woke up and guess what? Rofl some asshole defamed me on maple just because he called me pretty and I didn't respond. What a dickhead, like ffs I was asleep. LoL no lives these days, go around defaming people. I'm so tired and tomorrow is Wednesday too, have to wake up so early. It's not fairrr. Well yeah that's it for today. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-2416021887306264846?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/2416021887306264846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-august-25-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2416021887306264846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/2416021887306264846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-august-25-2009.html' title='Tuesday, August 25, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpPjaZPOG5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-rrHB1L4KuY/s72-c/photography-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-5132229840526447619</id><published>2009-08-24T22:03:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:02:32.044+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, August 24, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: ...&lt;br /&gt;Music: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpKCH1haEkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wjChxSTZfXc/s1600-h/chrishasaunibrow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpKCH1haEkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wjChxSTZfXc/s320/chrishasaunibrow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373500376544318018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Why is that the ones that don't deserve it the most suffers the most?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is freaken one of the worst days of my life, like freaken hell I am so fucking pissed off right now. FUCKING MOTHER FUCKERRRRRR! First of all I started my day with a crap day in role call then I thought I didn't bring my caulculator today and it was like maths test day too so I freaken got so pissed off but apparently Minh had it, after that in textiles I broke another needle, after that was the bag incident, after that I found out freaken Phung played a prank on me and following that was the walk to maths freaken hell. To make my day even more worse, I had to have that damn maths test. Farrr what a stressing day. I feel so frustrated. I just woke up ffs and my mum expects me to fucking print, change bed sheets and do everything all freaken at once, fucking what on earth is wrong with her? Does it look like I have that many hands? Whatever I'm not even going to bother with this. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-5132229840526447619?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/5132229840526447619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-august-24-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5132229840526447619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/5132229840526447619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-august-24-2009.html' title='Monday, August 24, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpKCH1haEkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wjChxSTZfXc/s72-c/chrishasaunibrow3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-3786869914123738041</id><published>2009-08-23T19:19:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:01:57.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, August 23, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Karly Diec and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Lee Carr - Talk To Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpETlLHp1OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Lt0TMQklzCw/s1600-h/phone.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpETlLHp1OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Lt0TMQklzCw/s320/phone.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373097359790691554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Talk to me, tell me what is on your mind cause I don't want to leave all this love behind. Cause I don't want to live this life here alone. If you see me calling, &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; pick up the phone. Make me understand, talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We're drifting apart this weekend, LoL yeah like they told me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"only time would tell"&lt;/span&gt; and right now it tells me that, that is the end of that. Jeeeze whatever, it's been 2 hours now. I don't even wanna think about it. Whatever. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-3786869914123738041?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/3786869914123738041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-august-23-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3786869914123738041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3786869914123738041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-august-23-2009.html' title='Sunday, August 23, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SpETlLHp1OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Lt0TMQklzCw/s72-c/phone.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-6576960008149442915</id><published>2009-08-22T21:39:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T04:36:05.321+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, August 22, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;It's aching every part of my heart that you're not talking to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Missing you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more sure than ever that right now at this very moment, I've gotten attached to your company and it's for real what I'm feeling for you. Saw your person message on Msn and you seemed so pissed off so I didn't want to make things worse and didn't talk to you. You'll usually start a conversation with me but not today. Where are you?.. I miss you.. I wanted to watch The Notebook for so long and it's finally on television now. It's on right now on channel nine. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-6576960008149442915?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/6576960008149442915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-august-22-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6576960008149442915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6576960008149442915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-august-22-2009.html' title='Saturday, August 22, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-6270198899091692351</id><published>2009-08-22T15:25:00.016+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:01:04.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, August 22, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Appearing offline&lt;br /&gt;Music: Taj Jackson - Open Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/So-BcFOnzyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A9MM6_oJiGc/s1600-h/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/So-BcFOnzyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A9MM6_oJiGc/s320/66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372655199916117794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There was a time that I once loved you&lt;/span&gt;, there was a moment I could trust you. Now that it's over, I can't believe it. I can finally breathe again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think this is it, well I don't know really. :$ For sure this is a one of a kind feeling, I haven't felt like this for so long. This might be the answer to all of my misery. It's time for me to let it all go. I've waited for so long for this damn day to come but now that it arrived, I'm not even sure if its the day. I'm almost there, I didn't know where I'd be without you. I was so out of place but now I've finally found, I've finally found my new source of happiness. This could be the last time that I'll ever be thinking like this, I don't know. If we were ever meant to be friends, I'm sure it'll find it's way to us in the future, so salute to all this bullshit,  to all these bloody days, months, felt like years to me. It's finally goodbye, I now know for sure that this is the happiest I've ever been. The closest thing that I've ever felt compared to the happiness that you've bought into my life. Well today I went to the doctors and yeah I got this Kenacomb otic ointment cream that I have to put on three times a day. Went around Cabramatta to get some stuff and yeah went home to do the set up and crap so my mum could webcam. She's so mean, wouldn't let me go park to see Karly. YAYAYAY I got my credit today, and and and and andddd like the Nokia N97 White is only for $900. Yessss! Mum said she's getting it for me for sure, since I'm such a good girl LoL? (A) Ha, she said I can't tell her off anymore if she gets me the phone. It's not that I want to yell at her at times, it's just that I have uncontrollable anger. Omg and I've lost like 3 grams, I'm 47.7kg now. That's it for now I guess, nothing else to say. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-6270198899091692351?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/6270198899091692351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-tired-msn-appearing-offline-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6270198899091692351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6270198899091692351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-tired-msn-appearing-offline-music.html' title='Saturday, August 22, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/So-BcFOnzyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A9MM6_oJiGc/s72-c/66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-6472052036391459443</id><published>2009-08-21T17:34:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:59:25.734+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, August 21, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Appearing offline&lt;br /&gt;Music: Unknown - Temporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/So5PRsCr-FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/epAIkMkfbqw/s1600-h/iconphotography2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/So5PRsCr-FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/epAIkMkfbqw/s320/iconphotography2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372318570798381138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Because this isn't temporary, temporary, temporary. This love I have isn't temporary, temporary, temporary. This love will last forever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, August 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend may insist on dragging you off to some kind of spiritual retreat, but no matter how profound it may be, it won't be the life-changing drama it has been billed as. Don't have high expectations, but try not to rain on your friend's parade, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Astro Forecast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 140px; height: 46px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="33%"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Good" src="http://s.bebo.com/app-image/9873726006/7155444916/PROFILE/www.appry.com/images/outlookgood.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(90, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="33%"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Fair" src="http://s.bebo.com/app-image/9873726009/7155444916/PROFILE/www.appry.com/images/outlookfair.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(90, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="33%"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Good" src="http://s.bebo.com/app-image/9873726006/7155444916/PROFILE/www.appry.com/images/outlookgood.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(90, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 4, 18, 21, 23, 33, 47  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Compatibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Gemini  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;What a night last night was, spent the whole time playing maple. It was like unbelievable, I just couldn't believe what actually happened. Today in english, we watched the Merchant of Venice. It was pretty cool, I liked it. Blehh, today in textiles was so like ~!#$@$@%! I killed the over locker and a sewing machine, Rofl like I never kill anything and it's just like wtf. Two in one day. LoL at my horoscope, so true in a way. Kind of weird though but anyways yeah, I'm lazy. Gonna go maple. The End. (L) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-6472052036391459443?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/6472052036391459443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-i-dont-know-msn-appearing-offline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6472052036391459443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6472052036391459443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-i-dont-know-msn-appearing-offline.html' title='Friday, August 21, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/So5PRsCr-FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/epAIkMkfbqw/s72-c/iconphotography2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-8685943020724932207</id><published>2009-08-19T19:04:00.015+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:56:39.045+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, August 19, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Randy Tran and Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Michaelangelo - Let Me Love Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SovBVLbL-pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/L7KIm3975sk/s1600-h/1107_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SovBVLbL-pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/L7KIm3975sk/s320/1107_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371599550157683346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You got me hurting cause I know for certain we can be so perfect and I know you know that I'll always be your lover. Put no one above ya if you let me love ya, love ya, love ya. &lt;b&gt;13155702&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel so happy right now for some reason. Ha, actually I think I know why. LoL ngaww. Thought today was pretty crap and all but it was all fine when I got home. Went on maple and so many people were on maple today. Me, Darwin, Jimmy and Randy was hanging out at Perion and chatting LoL and then out of no where the stupid server check had to start. Now just chatting away on Msn waiting for the time to pass by so we can maple again. Ha, it's like everyone is mapling again. I really can't be bothered typing right now. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-8685943020724932207?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/8685943020724932207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesday-august-19-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8685943020724932207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/8685943020724932207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesday-august-19-2009.html' title='Wednesday, August 19, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SovBVLbL-pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/L7KIm3975sk/s72-c/1107_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7911385657508125474</id><published>2009-08-17T19:55:00.025+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:54:19.287+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, August 17, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Gio - Every Breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SokqZlpz7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WjZ89G3754Q/s1600-h/everystep.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SokqZlpz7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WjZ89G3754Q/s320/everystep.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370870649708604914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Can somebody help me? This feeling I have is just driving me crazy. Oh it's almost like a fantasy, your perfectness is scaring me. It's real what I'm feeling for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eww, had science last two periods today, stupid Ms Jey. Farrr Gough Whitlam essay writing test tomorrow, I haven't even researched on him yet. LoL I'm doomed. Well I know for sure his the 21st prime minister of Australia and he was the only umm thingy to be fired from his job. He has something to do with Medibank and shit? That's pretty much it. Freaken doomed. Ha my horoscope for tomorrow seem so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, August 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your social presence comes back with a passion today. You'll be on fire. You will know just what to say, when, to whom, where and how. You'll be a one-person social whirlwind. You can make new friends and build existing relationships into something more than special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  1, 9, 29, 33, 43, 46   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Compatibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Astro Forecast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="140"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="33%"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Good" src="http://www.appry.com/images/outlookgood.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(90, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="33%"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Poor" src="http://www.appry.com/images/outlookpoor.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(90, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="33%"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Fair" src="http://www.appry.com/images/outlookfair.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(90, 107, 132);font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How cool, my favourite number 9 is actually my lucky number. Ngaww. Rofl the two most important forecasts are doomed. Love is rainy and health is cloudy, how nice is that. Money doesn't bring you happiness so go die money. Hope it brings me luck tomorrow, I'm gonna wear my lucky bracelet to bring myself some luck tomorrow because I really need it since I haven't studied at all. Well hope that no one sees it because it's seriously something that no one should see or I'm gg'd. :| Actually never mind, Lmao I shouldn't risk it. My horoscopes are already crap so whatever. Gough Whitlam, you can go #!@!@#~@$#%$%~$, I'm not a stalker so I have no freaken idea about your life. Ha, why do we have to write essays for? That's really bullshit. Gonna have to look through my english book and remember Shaffi's how to write an essay hamburger. Blehh, I always fail history anyways so stuff you. I'm so hungry right now. Mum and aunty and her boyfriend went Woolies just a few minutes ago, I told her to get my Red Rock Deli. Lmao I'm having these stupid cravings right now. God, these food craving things are only meant to happen when you're pregnant LoL. I'm not even pregnant and I'm craving like a pig. Mmm, 185g NET of Red Rock Deli to myself. Farr hard to believe I'm actually losing weight when I've been eating so much. Maybe it's the stress that's maintaining my weight some how? Vivian's mum's birthday soon. HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY VIVIAN'S MUM, I like you LoL .__. I'm seriously going to break this ladder soon, it's freaken never ending. So tired of trying to climb my way back up when I'm going no where. It's much easier giving up than trying. Why try when you can achieve the same result as giving up. It's so frustrating bloody seeing people complain every single day over that one person they've lost, like really is it really worth your pathetic time? Time waits for no one you know. Some day you're gonna be sitting down thinking back and just laugh at it all, it's seriously a waste of time. Ha, I'm probably annoyed by this because I do it myself too offend. Well this is my time to sit back and laugh at it all. It really annoys me, like freaken hell. That one damn thing can distract you for years and years and haunt you or some shit. Yeah you can go on and continue this journey on your own but then you'll never forget it. Bloody frustrates me to see people complain when they still have it all. At least you freaken have what others don't, some people would even appreciate even a glance, just a glance would mean the world to them. Here you are talking shit like it's the end of the world. LoL really, there's just too many of these people out there. Well I guess I used to be apart of these so called reminiscing idiots, but whatever. Time has past and things have changed, Lmao now it's just one of those things that annoy me. Rofl I feel as if I'm PMSing over almost everything lately, I'm such a ragaholic. LoL I scare myself at times. :| LoL omg I'm so distracted, I really need to do my history research. I'm doomed if I can't even write a single page, seriously. Okaye I'm gonna go and start now, I'm gonna go get some food and come back to study about Gough Whitlam. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7911385657508125474?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7911385657508125474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-i-dont-know-msn-status-busy-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7911385657508125474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7911385657508125474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-i-dont-know-msn-status-busy-music.html' title='Monday, August 17, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SokqZlpz7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WjZ89G3754Q/s72-c/everystep.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-9011376582783564336</id><published>2009-08-16T16:41:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:53:30.166+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, August 16, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: 469&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Appearing offlin&lt;br /&gt;Music: The Workday - Love In A Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Soeqo-A1CYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7Yuspnlcvqw/s1600-h/shawty5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Soeqo-A1CYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7Yuspnlcvqw/s320/shawty5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370448701480569218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"All I wanna do is make you happy, as long as you're happy, nothing else matters to me. All I wanna do is make you smile, if it's just for a while then it's worth my while. Happy, as long as you're happy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finished my hoodie today but then like it's so short on the torsos area. The sleeves were the hardest shit to do so that is probably the only uneven part out of my whole hoodie, for sure I'm going to loose marks for that. Farr, I'm stressing out so much to do well. I don't know. Blehh stupid "Gough Whitlam" essay writing exam, I'm so lazy to research him and the test is this Tuesday. Not to mention, I have to study my ass off for textiles exam. Last years test was so easy but this year there's fashion history and shit involved. I hate remembering those things. I swear I feel so lazy right now, I really can't be bothered typing anymore. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-9011376582783564336?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/9011376582783564336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-469-msn-appearing-offlin-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/9011376582783564336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/9011376582783564336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-469-msn-appearing-offlin-music.html' title='Sunday, August 16, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/Soeqo-A1CYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7Yuspnlcvqw/s72-c/shawty5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-6705108650547335267</id><published>2009-08-15T15:50:00.018+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:35:34.545+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, August 15, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Karly Diec&lt;br /&gt;Music: Phath - Please Don't Walk Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoZRXklgYNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/r-o2V4pk0TQ/s1600-h/steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoZRXklgYNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/r-o2V4pk0TQ/s320/steps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370069071085723858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"All alone now, and it’s no one’s fault by mine. Couldn’t see the truth, I had those blinded eyes. You have moved on, still I don’t give a damn. Gotta get this off my chest while I can. Every single hour of every single day, I miss you more and more, don’t know what to say. I know I closed the door, you’re gone and on your way but now I need you, I need you. Wanna take it back to the day when we first met. If I could, I’d start all over again. Our love is my regret."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I woke up at 12 something PM surprisingly today. I never wake up this early on the weekends, how odd because I slept so late too. "There's nothing else in this whole world that comes close, such a beauty to behold when I'm seeing a smile on your face. All I wanna do is make you happy, as long as you're happy, nothing else matters to me. All I wanna do is make you smile, if it's just for a while then it's worth my while. Happy, as long as you're happy." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm trying not to think about the past. Reminiscing on the the love we had. I'm trying and its killing me inside cause I had to let you go, bye bye."&lt;/span&gt; LoL anyways, today I went to Cabramatta and got myself some food. Right now I'm so addicted to the song The Workday - Love In A Box. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So take one pebble at a time, toss it to the ground. Closer now, I'll touch your lips to mine and feel how we have to hold our breath to make sure we don't miss a moment tonight."&lt;/span&gt; I love that part of the song. Karly just reminded me the Gough Witlam essay test is this Tuesday, freaken gg. I totally forgot about it and I haven't researched yet. Omg man, how on earth am I gonna write an essay in one period. That's bloody crazy. I'm so lazy now a days, I said I'd finish off my zipper on my hoodie today but I got too lazy and yeah. Bloody hell, why am I so lazy lately? I'm so sleepy right now, maybe I should take a little nap. The End. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-6705108650547335267?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/6705108650547335267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-august-15-2009_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6705108650547335267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6705108650547335267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-august-15-2009_15.html' title='Saturday, August 15, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoZRXklgYNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/r-o2V4pk0TQ/s72-c/steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-3319534632729410388</id><published>2009-08-15T15:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:30:34.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, August 15, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Survey from Georgia's blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you talk to the person you like on the phone tonight?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever had a near death experience?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where’s your cell phone?&lt;/span&gt; On my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the last thing you thought about?&lt;/span&gt; That person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you regret anything?&lt;/span&gt; Quite sadly, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you found out you were pregnant who would you tell?&lt;/span&gt; VK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you going to do this weekend?&lt;/span&gt; I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?&lt;/span&gt; Last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you prefer revenge or just pure jealousy/envy?&lt;/span&gt; Revenge comes with jealousy doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who would you like your next “fling” to be with?&lt;/span&gt; No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you curse in front of your parents?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I do it all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of camera do you have?&lt;/span&gt; I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather go to a party or out of town?&lt;/span&gt; Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you slowly drifting away from someone close?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you held someone’s hand?&lt;/span&gt; December 13th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who can you tell everything to?&lt;/span&gt; VK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you play guitar hero?&lt;/span&gt; Rofl, you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is any part of your body sore?&lt;/span&gt; My back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missing someone right now?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there someone on your mind that shouldn’t be?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you saw the person you last kissed?&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday before Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like your phone?&lt;/span&gt; No, that's why I'm getting the Nokia N97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last thing alcohol beverage?&lt;/span&gt; Pure Smirnoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever slept in a bed with the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have any of your best friends ever back stabbed you?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you had to move in with a friend, which one would you pick?&lt;/span&gt; I want to live with someone that isn't a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s the seventh text message in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt; "Hello, rofl full saw u after school walking home in our bass coming back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is your next road trip?&lt;/span&gt; I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you do on the weekend?&lt;/span&gt; Went Cabramatta to get food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met anyone new in the past week?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do your bestfriends call you?&lt;/span&gt; The list is endless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person to go to the movies with you?&lt;/span&gt; I forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you currently fighting with someone?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday before Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who/what would you like to see right now?&lt;/span&gt; That person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you mad at someone right now?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt; Too personal to mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you mainly use your house phone or your cell phone?&lt;/span&gt; Mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there an empty place in your heart?&lt;/span&gt; No shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you count down the days till anything?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, it's been 245 days now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you looking forward to something as of right now?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been called a tease?&lt;/span&gt; Does a slut count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your chances of getting with your crush?&lt;/span&gt; Obviously zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the farthest you’ve traveled with a friend?&lt;/span&gt; Easter show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are any of your friends so close that you consider them family?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time you wore the opposite sex’s clothing?&lt;/span&gt; Moon festival, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you want in your life right now?&lt;/span&gt; Just that one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you laughed so hard you thought you were going to cry?&lt;/span&gt; A long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you tell someone something today?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you trust people easily?&lt;/span&gt; Used to, now I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were you doing at 9pm on Friday night?&lt;/span&gt; Sleeping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-3319534632729410388?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/3319534632729410388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-august-15-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3319534632729410388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3319534632729410388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-august-15-2009.html' title='Saturday, August 15, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-3604462337188419541</id><published>2009-08-14T23:01:00.019+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:51:36.923+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, August 14, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: 469&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Michaelangelo - Let Me Love Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoVi7B8PEII/AAAAAAAAAGM/-HbhPA6J3p8/s1600-h/alone_with_you_by_negateven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoVi7B8PEII/AAAAAAAAAGM/-HbhPA6J3p8/s320/alone_with_you_by_negateven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369806896982069378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I make believe that you are here, it's the only way I see clear. What have I done? You seem to move on easy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lmao I woke up with an afro today, LoL this is one of the reasons why I'm trying to grow out my mullet. It's so boring after having it for more than 2 years. LoL it was so PEWW, high up. Rofl. Today was so tiring. Had theory in textiles and it was so boring, I must study hard for the test because I can't stand coming second place. No, I deserve my first place back. :D At lunch today J Block had this picnic thing, it was so fun. It brought the group together, we had creamy pasta and bow tie pasta. There was also cup cakes and biscuits. Mmm. After that, we played spin the bottle. Rofl omg found out who shaves their vagina hair. :L HHAHAAH. Hilarious. History was so boring at first, I was hoping to see you today but then I remembered the game was on. It was the most fun I had in history today because Ms Nath wasn't here today. Michael, Joshua, Gilbert and I gave Bruce a hair cut. Rofl HAHAHA we gave him bangs and a rat tail. He full looks like an idiot. LoL I snipped parts of Evan's hair off. LoL so fun cutting Bruce's hair. Joshua full snipped a corner off. He had to call his mum and ask for a hair cut because we full stuffed his hair up. It took me so long to get the SHDC thing and now it's all just a big waste of time, Karly can't go because her mum wouldn't let. I'm so sorry Karly. Well yeah, I'm not gonna go then. Ha, friends are much more important than opportunities, if somethings meant to be, it will find it's way to me. Blehh, my blog layout has been stuffing up a lot lately due to unknown reasons. It was never like this in the first place. LoL I like this skin, that's why I don't want to change it. I'm on 98.84% on maple at the moment but I'm so lazy to move. I ate one bowl of plain rice with a big chicken breast and another big bowl of fried rice. Lmao wow, I feel like a pig. LoL okayes, I'm gonna go and maple with Vivian now. Laters. The End. (L) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-3604462337188419541?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/3604462337188419541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-august-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3604462337188419541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/3604462337188419541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-august-14-2009.html' title='Friday, August 14, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoVi7B8PEII/AAAAAAAAAGM/-HbhPA6J3p8/s72-c/alone_with_you_by_negateven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-7732262401237298836</id><published>2009-08-13T17:28:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:50:18.212+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, August 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: 6925&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Appearing offline&lt;br /&gt;Music: The Bliz and Kashif - His Nothing But A Loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoPKe8stU2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/YUpAiWXPiTA/s1600-h/Breakdown_by_aegipan.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoPKe8stU2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/YUpAiWXPiTA/s320/Breakdown_by_aegipan.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369357813794296674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"When I told you I loved you, I meant every word. Now you'll never look at me the same. As much as I hate to admit, you're still the one who makes everything be okay even though you're far away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Today in textiles, it was my first time in all these years of sewing that I've broken a needle. I've never ever broken one in my life before. I changed the foot to a zipper foot and didn't realize my stitch setting wasn't on 2B and so when I stepped on the pedal, the needle snapped and flew across my face. It was such a shock.. Anyways, in period 2, we went to the Casula Power House Museum and watched the Forever Ever thing. It was advertised at Pcyc on this poster but I never really knew what it was till today. It was so cool like how the play and shit went. "I feel like I'm gonna be hungry forever." LoL. Wish I could turn but the hands of time and stay with you forever. Forever ever. LoL omg that thing is so catchy. The theatre was so cool adn the lights, they were amazing. Afterwards we went to Mc Donalds. Omfg freaken so niceee, I love Mc Donalds and like I was starving coz we didn't get to eat recess or lunch. That stupid asshole, after school I went up to him again and raged at him. I hate him so much, he said he has no problem with me but he called me childish. I said what's his trouble and his like "You're the one with the problem" Like no shit asshole, if I didn't have a troublem with you why on Earth would I even fucking bother communicating with you. Fucking ugly piece of shit, have some common sense in yourself. Not like I wanted to talk to you, like pleaseee woman. Huh and his final response was "Alright I won't talk about you anymore." Lmao god, fucking idiot. I didn't have my afternoon nap today, I basically just ate and stuff and yeah. At night I mapled with Vivian. LoL 96.14% right now, gonna so level up soon. Gonna be level 53. Ha, I haven't played for like 2 years now, I'm so not used to the keys and it feels so awkward. Well yeah that's it. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-7732262401237298836?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/7732262401237298836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/thursday-august-13-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7732262401237298836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/7732262401237298836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/thursday-august-13-2009.html' title='Thursday, August 13, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoPKe8stU2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/YUpAiWXPiTA/s72-c/Breakdown_by_aegipan.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-6112785344840615320</id><published>2009-08-12T22:27:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:49:40.551+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, August 12, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Normal&lt;br /&gt;Msn: No one&lt;br /&gt;Music: The Dream - Best Ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoK2jZ5-h2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3m8bwRhEL64/s1600-h/19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoK2jZ5-h2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3m8bwRhEL64/s320/19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369054425144788834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You and I didn't see us through, now I know in my heart you will always be the greatest ex ever. Now I can't do a simple thing like fall asleep cause I can't close my eyes without a day without you in my dreams."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, I felt so dead in the morning. In geo, I was full on tired and I could barely open my eyes. Tears were coming down coz that's how sore my eyes were. Omg for my PE magazine assignment the group one where I was suppose to do it in a group but didn't, I got 22/25. LoL good enough I guess, since I did it myself. So today at lunch I went up to that asshole and raged at him, Lmao jeeeze and his response was "Okaye, fine." LoL wtf, lame cunt. Fucking so up himself. Anyways then like Karly got a phone call from the umm Sydney Hair Design college and like I was panicking because they didn't call me apparently. Karly called me and told me to come to her at the bball courts and we called them, they didn't pick up and yeah Lmao, I did the stupidest thing ever. Like at the last call I did to them, I called they didn't pick up so I started raging saying "MOTHER FUCKER" and I realized that I didn't hang up yet and it was on voice mail. Rofl FML, now they'll have one missed call saying that. In English last period, me and Judy watched the horror Family Outing episode but I ended up not watching and just chatted with Cindy Huyhn, Vivian, Joshua and Gilbert. LoL Cantonese. It's hilarious how we have so much puns. Anyways, me and Karly called them again and yeah they told us they were just asking if we were still gonna go that day, apparently I was gonna be the next person they were gonna call. ;D Hehe, so I'm gonna be going YAYAYAYA. I feel so relieved coz yeah, I enrolled for it like beginning of this year and finally waited for this day to come. My parents were such a piss off today, like they full yelled at me after school just because I came out late. I was waiting for Vivian jeeeze. So I got home, fell asleep and yeah just woke up now. I feel as if lately I'm having a lot of anger issues, like I really can't control my anger. It's such a piss off and yet yeah, I laugh through everything. Family Guy is on at the moment and it's so funny, LoL Steve is telling all these lame stories. Okaye American Dad is gonna be on now, I really need to go shower and then go eat. Aww but I like American dad and the theme song is playing right now. Blehh, whatever. I need to shower, it's 11:00PM right now. The End. (L) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-6112785344840615320?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/6112785344840615320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesday-august-12-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6112785344840615320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/6112785344840615320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesday-august-12-2009.html' title='Wednesday, August 12, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoK2jZ5-h2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3m8bwRhEL64/s72-c/19.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-1350936449331766048</id><published>2009-08-11T21:02:00.021+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:48:54.434+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, August 11, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: 69683&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: Dae Sung - Try Smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoFQydZFHAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HGZSpnhlDiY/s1600-h/Ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoFQydZFHAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HGZSpnhlDiY/s320/Ok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368661058615843842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I love you. Because I love you, because if you just exist, I'm happy. Though my heart aches, I try and smile again. Like a person giving smiles, like a person with no sadness, today I try and cry silently behind your back again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It feels like as if each day that's passing is just another bad day. Farrr I swear those fobs are pissing me off like fucking assholes. I was walking right and than Vivian's so called RobotFace friend bump into me and I crashed into the wall, then those asshole friends of his all started laughing. I full turned back and rolled my eyes at them and called them lame. Like seriously, freaken immature and they call themselves sexy too. Fucking so up themselves seriously. What's the matter with them? Bloody hell, go get a life or something. Go suck each others cock or some shit, whatever it is, I don't care. Just leave my life alone you know? Fucking first you call yourselves sexy, then you make up shit about me having a fob boyfriend and now this? Fucking jeeeze, I don't even know you people, why are yous even stalking me for? I'm just so paranoid, so mad how this is just.. I don't know. They're being fucking ridiculous, well not really the whole group, just a particular asshole fob called Khiet. Lame cunt, fucking get a life. You love looking at yourself in the mirror but what is there to look at, your fucking face turns ships the other way around. You freaken disgust me. I have nothing against fobs but its just that you are pissing me off with everything that you do. What's the matter with you guys seriously? Like I don't know you and you don't know me, why act as if you know me for? Why say crap about me that isn't even true? What? Is it coz I don't like seeing you guys around? You can't hack the fact that I don't want to talk to people that are up themselves? Blehh, you guys piss me off. "How come she finds fobs annoying but she has a fob boyfriend? I heard her say it." Mother fucker, I never ever said any fucking shit about having a fob boyfriend, why even ears drop on my conversations? You can't even fucking get it, seriously. If you don't understand my English then don't fucking ears drop and make shit up about what I'm saying. You fucking find today's event hilarious, well I wonder how hilarious it would be when I kick you up between the legs next time. I'd love to see how fucking hilarious that would be. You have no idea how stressed out I am, every single day, things just seem to be getting worse. I just wonder when on Earth would that day come, that day that I'll wake up without a care in the world. After discovering that there is such a thing called happiness out there, I'm willing to give more than my all just to find it again. Craving for it so badly, I don't want to think. It hurts to even be awake right now. The only time that people want to stay awake is when there reality is better than their dreams. Right now, I feel completely opposite. Anyways after school, Karly, Vivian and I went Cabramatta so Vivian could get a mullet. Lmao she's one of us now, we all three have mullet hair. Blehh, I'm so tired right now so I'm gonna go and have a rest. The End. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561088570511172331-1350936449331766048?l=yourremains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/feeds/1350936449331766048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-69683-msn-vivian-lau-music-kimg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1350936449331766048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561088570511172331/posts/default/1350936449331766048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourremains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-69683-msn-vivian-lau-music-kimg.html' title='Tuesday, August 11, 2009'/><author><name>Monttttt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06119012756471333966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoFQydZFHAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HGZSpnhlDiY/s72-c/Ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561088570511172331.post-4861323520182598320</id><published>2009-08-10T22:19:00.023+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:48:07.367+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, August 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>Mood: Indescribable&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Vivian Lau&lt;br /&gt;Music: David Choi - Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoAS_05PaqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9WpnemkborY/s1600-h/street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8z2HYb0WUg/SoAS_05PaqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9WpnemkborY/s320/street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368311643565419170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Let me tell you something here today. Living life here on the rough terrain, you can lose hope, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you can get lost&lt;/span&gt; but you are not that far apart from love.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Happy 19 Months Karly Diec. (L) Today was probably one of the worse days of my life, pretty self explanatory. I don't even know where to begin, it was just a tragic day. My head hurts like crazy because I can't stop thinking about it. The talk in English was epic, like really it was. Ha, I just can't believe all this bullshit.. FML. The things that were said really got to me, I took it to the heart. Words hurt much more than what people give them credit for. I just feel like there's so much anger within me right now, I feel so pissed off at everything. I'm stressed out for god sakes. In maths, it was freaken stupid. It was so boring and I didn't get a thing. Well I wasn't even listening to more than half of the shit that came out of his mouth. I fell asleep and fuck it was like so tiring afterwards. Like I felt really dizzy, I was so into my sleep. Lets see, then there was also the key incident where I had to run for my life to Phung to get back my keys because Vivian totally forgot about it. Farr out she had earphones on and didn't hear me and I was full cursing coz I was so pissed off, I wouldn't of been able to get my textiles stuff since it was in my locker.. That's why I had to run. Then I stacked it while walking out of side gate because I stepped on my own pants. LoL that's like the second time it happened and it was on the same leg too. Weird. After that, well I don't know. Farr, my mum is really pissing me off. Ffs, it's already enough saying it once but like it's not even necessary to repeat it over and over again day and night. Bloody hell, anyways going to go with Vivian to get her hair cut tomorrow. My back is really hurting a lot right now, I hardly have any energy in my body throughout this whole year. Well not really, I do have my high points but today's just not one of them. I'm so happy, my hoodie is almost done. I just need to sew the sleeves on and yeah also the zipper, overlock it and that's it. I hope I get good marks because I really can't stand it coming second place. I don't know why but I have a feeling that I wouldn't even have top marks ever since the IECs came. Like you know, sewing is their specialty, I don't know I'm just doubting myself so much. I came first last year but now I'm second this year, I can't stand it. Textiles is all that I have left, it's the only thing that even holds me close to together. With how everything is running in life, I just can't seem to understand why it's happening. I feel so freaken cursed or some shit. LoL the HeadSpace commercial was just on, blehh like siff a happiness buddy can make problems disappear. Omg so hungry, I woke up around like 10 something PM, I didn't feel like talking to anyone today. Especially after the talk in English. I also need to do my English homework, stupid Shakespeare thingy, have to translate it. Blehh, I'm so tired and worn out, I really can't be bothered with it and I still need to shower too. Seems like I never have enough time to do anything, I'm just so out of schedule, I need to like manage my time more often and realize what I'm doing instead of sitting and staring at the ground. I find it so hard for me to concentrate or like think properly lately, it's like I'm occasionally blanking out and not know a thing. It's 11:44PM now.. Whatever, I'm going to eat then shower and do my homework afterwards, finally after it all, I can sleep. I really need to catch up on my sleep. I can't stand my stupid dark eye circles, well that's my consequence for staying up till 6AM I guess. Hmm, what should I eat? - Sighs - Who am I kidding, freaken hell. Nothing is getting my mind off things. Ha, anyways yeah. I'll take my time deciding on what to eat. The End. 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