<?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-3858389958302663689</id><updated>2012-02-12T04:56:04.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holding on to something &amp;i did not knw why.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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>725</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858389958302663689.post-8928746735641829647</id><published>2012-02-12T03:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T04:56:04.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiiiii !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated our 13 mths plus vday today. went to Les Bouchons at Ann Siang. didn't know joshy asked jiawen for details about the place and booked prior to today hehe. had a really pricey meal but it was alright! the food was not oh-my-god good but above standard i guess. i really liked the escargots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good laugh at the waitress plus i was kinda tipsy after drinking wine so i practically giggled at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OswVD5NSSrE/TzbI_tHKQjI/AAAAAAAACcg/kvIPXCE9Sps/s400/P2111280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707970574505624114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIMuRZZTm8w/TzbI_6l6IEI/AAAAAAAACcs/Xc6xXfXx-ms/s400/P2111310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707970578124251202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6BnVK_fkVJY/TzbJAa_NFYI/AAAAAAAACc4/asR-FHyijj0/s400/P2111315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707970586820285826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to fly the lantern that jiawen bought us. i was REALLY afraid that it would land somewhere and set like the whole forest on fire though. pretty scary. the fire was really really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway had a good laugh, yet again, at joshy's chinese. YOU WOULD THINK THAT SOMEONE FROM A CHINESE SPEAKING FAMILY COULD WRITE SIMPLE CHINESE WORDS BUT NO HAHAHAHA. HE DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO WRITE 'LOVE' IN CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just drew something wherever he wrote something wrong and wrote for him hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jbhOyIGTz0/TzbJAwI3DiI/AAAAAAAACdE/kEfjdHRWAWM/s400/P2111323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707970592497929762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YLlxV1cTOIg/TzbJBXypPPI/AAAAAAAACdQ/PXZTs4QE6u4/s400/P2111324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707970603142167794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok we didn't read the instructions before hand so we were just flinging the lantern around i swear it was bloody hilarious hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wT30QxNJYfQ/TzbLomcP6hI/AAAAAAAACd0/HOoTsfIhzew/s200/P2111331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707973476112919058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7rqjxDs0w1c/TzbLoWBcdCI/AAAAAAAACdo/gcmD7EVuqDQ/s200/P2111330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707973471705527330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0t4HaOwZZ7k/TzbLn1baAXI/AAAAAAAACdc/f8qW4itCxQk/s200/P2111329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707973462956048754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9E2IGi-eAU/TzbLpk0liNI/AAAAAAAACeM/ytEmm6F9bJg/s200/P2111333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707973492857997522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww there it goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvsOCH4StnA/TzbVXHGtcWI/AAAAAAAACek/cCdUSYaitpU/s1600/P2121334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvsOCH4StnA/TzbVXHGtcWI/AAAAAAAACek/cCdUSYaitpU/s400/P2121334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707984170759582050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha thanks sbitch for the mega entertaining lantern hahaha. you might wanna write the words at home though. we wrote it on the hood of his car with mighty strong wind and people walking hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay hehe good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3vLPk3U3-UE/TzbTEl8KqOI/AAAAAAAACeY/_I5ufGAviBg/s320/423678_10150539113587326_665067325_9682786_16168930_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707981653596088546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-8928746735641829647?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/8928746735641829647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/02/hiiiii-celebrated-our-13-mths-plus-vday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/8928746735641829647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/8928746735641829647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/02/hiiiii-celebrated-our-13-mths-plus-vday.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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/-OswVD5NSSrE/TzbI_tHKQjI/AAAAAAAACcg/kvIPXCE9Sps/s72-c/P2111280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858389958302663689.post-74214744226328749</id><published>2012-02-05T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:03:10.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was an awesome fun day with joshy hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the pasar malam near joshys place and bought a pretty lighter. then we started playing all the retarded games. shooting the ridiculously small duck to get a prize and throwing balls at cans hahaha. the gun used for shooting is so cool i want it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stumbled upon the buffalo wings shop near his place, newly opened and decided to challenge ourselves hahaha. ordered level 4 wings and it was hell hot man. both ate till our lips turned damn red and tears were at the brim of our eyes haha. couple beside us ordered level 5. after taking 2 mouths the guy asked the waiter for a jug of ice water HAHAHAHA. HAHAHA. it was damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. yay! didnt waste sunday like we used to haha. we would always wake up at 6-7pm cos we wld hang out till 4-5am the previous night. then we would only have like 1 hours to meet before he would have to go back army :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe okay. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-74214744226328749?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/74214744226328749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/02/today-was-awesome-fun-day-with-joshy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/74214744226328749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/74214744226328749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/02/today-was-awesome-fun-day-with-joshy.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-6788627850633424548</id><published>2012-02-04T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T02:15:50.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiiii. I don't even know why I'm blogging cos I'm pretty sure at this age no one really reads peoples blogs anymore. Oh well, old habits die hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go comfortdelgro to sign up for driving in the morning but jw and I were both too tired to get out of bed. that's totally what I love about jw. so realistic and practical. Like, tired then postpone la why force yourself to go out and feel like shit right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw so we decided to go in the evening. Went down to SMU to acc jw for her flea and totally got lost there. I hate tht place ah. So many freaking buildings for what leh seriously. Across the road also have. cb walk until I wanna die. hahaha okay her friend came halfway and when flea ended we lugged a shitload of things home w hw. that's probably why I will nv ever do what she do ah. I'm totally not independent enough to go places alone and sell stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went CDC. Took 2 passport photos but both look like shit HAHAHA IT'S SUCH A BAD DAY. Waited 1 hour only to find out that the private one close alrdy. so we basically cab down there and waited so long for nothing. Can die ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met joshy hehehe :D yup. Went cityplaza to eat the ban mian. Then jw's friend went off and the three of us sat in the car thinking of what to do but gave up and jw went home hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u know kbox charges are like 43.20 nett per person? Who in the right mind wld pay that? -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw ok I have work tmr! thank god only pm shift. I am gonna hate work on Saturdays cos pea is only working weekdays -_- fffff. okay. good night! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6788627850633424548?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6788627850633424548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/02/hiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6788627850633424548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6788627850633424548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/02/hiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-274270020822488964</id><published>2012-01-28T05:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T06:05:35.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've thought about it and it has been a hell of a long time since i actually sat down and really blogged like the past. i think my previous posts used to have more substance and what not cos they were always filled with my thoughts and blahhhhhhhhhh. im too busy for that now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay just a quick update. as you know im currently working and studying and i would just love to see how that turns out. then again, i was never as in love with money as i am now. used to be the kind of girl who would just spend whatever she has without any worries. im proud of myself actually because i never did like too many responsibilities. never wanted to be prefect, student council, head of cca committees or whatever. zero responsibilities, come and go as i like. so i think im growing up hehehe. actually pretty worried that i would not be able to cope with my projects and stuff but i'll take whatever as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the extra income would be good i guess. i mean i hate teaching tuition because honestly i dont think i could help them much anyway. and with the extra money, joshy wouldn't have such a heavy financial burden. hahaha i bet he yearrrrrns for the day i would stop lazing around at home and get off my ass and do something for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok secondly, im so into mahjong now that joshy says he wants to call the gambling addiction hotline HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year was normal. more boring than ever this year but still great i guess to see everyone. hehe bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-274270020822488964?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/274270020822488964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-thought-about-it-and-it-has-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/274270020822488964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/274270020822488964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-thought-about-it-and-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-939137620840806052</id><published>2012-01-21T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T19:27:33.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BTW BTW! ok so like on my first day I told pea how pretty the green frame in the shop was and on my second day she gave it to me as my 21st gift! Hahaha AWESOME MUCH? ITS RLY DAMN PRETTY LOOK LOOK !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha thanks pea!!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gCgMRfHrivA/TxqhI6ZVxaI/AAAAAAAACcU/Z0rDFHAm1E4/s640/blogger-image--1264231212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gCgMRfHrivA/TxqhI6ZVxaI/AAAAAAAACcU/Z0rDFHAm1E4/s640/blogger-image--1264231212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-939137620840806052?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/939137620840806052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/btw-btw-ok-so-like-on-my-first-day-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/939137620840806052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/939137620840806052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/btw-btw-ok-so-like-on-my-first-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gCgMRfHrivA/TxqhI6ZVxaI/AAAAAAAACcU/Z0rDFHAm1E4/s72-c/blogger-image--1264231212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858389958302663689.post-3316132713037019408</id><published>2012-01-21T05:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T05:22:46.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope I fall very ill or die an instant death so I can make my family the happiest people on earth. I'll be the happiest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work with pea these 2 days was damn awesome! Hahaha. can't wait for my next weekday schedule:) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3316132713037019408?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3316132713037019408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-hope-i-fall-very-ill-or-die-instant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3316132713037019408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3316132713037019408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-hope-i-fall-very-ill-or-die-instant.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-2971662781546345788</id><published>2012-01-17T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T02:50:27.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am still in a holiday mood. school seems to have no impact on me yet. maybe cos after tmr i have a break AGAIN till 2nd feb. maybe i'll get serious then hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to do mani and pedi w joshy's mom just now! hahaha very happy ah i wanted to do for damn long hahaha now free one somemore :) hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay school again tmr. then long long break. work on thurs and friday though. pretty excited hahaha last time i worked w pea was like end of sec 4 i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-2971662781546345788?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/2971662781546345788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-still-in-holiday-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2971662781546345788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2971662781546345788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-still-in-holiday-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-1904363346627831965</id><published>2012-01-16T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:21:04.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY SO CUTE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/3610516958_f8a082c3f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/3610516958_f8a082c3f5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww3.sinaimg.cn/large/5ef1e72ejw1don2c9e5x3j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 490px;" src="http://ww3.sinaimg.cn/large/5ef1e72ejw1don2c9e5x3j.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-1904363346627831965?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/1904363346627831965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-so-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1904363346627831965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1904363346627831965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-so-cute.html' title='WHY SO CUTE?'/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/3610516958_f8a082c3f5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858389958302663689.post-6278187217499306126</id><published>2012-01-16T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:24:29.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hate to talk to people who love to move the attention of the topic to themselves. Like, hold up please, we'll get there eventually right. World does not revolve around u man so learn to deal with other peoples problems too instead of just wanting the limelight to themselves. not sure if you guys get what I mean, I know jonnie does. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6278187217499306126?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6278187217499306126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/hate-to-talk-to-people-who-love-to-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6278187217499306126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6278187217499306126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/hate-to-talk-to-people-who-love-to-move.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-4494196353475751912</id><published>2012-01-15T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:50:10.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My feng shui app says that today is a good day which in my opinion IS A FUCKING LIE. fuck this day TTM. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-4494196353475751912?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/4494196353475751912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-feng-shui-app-says-that-today-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4494196353475751912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4494196353475751912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-feng-shui-app-says-that-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-5647100511104256238</id><published>2012-01-14T05:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T05:57:32.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched The Switch (1991). its so beautiful omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a man who got killed by these women who hated him cos he's a womanizer. then when he went to some passageway between heaven and hell God gave him a choice of going to heaven but before that he had to go back to earth as a woman and find one girl who didn't hate him. then he/she slept with his/her best friend and got pregnant but if she decided to have the baby she would die. and as a guy he already loved kids so right after she gave birth to her daughter she said 'I think she likes me' then she died and went to heaven. AW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucker for such movies man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-5647100511104256238?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/5647100511104256238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-watched-switch-1991.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5647100511104256238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5647100511104256238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-watched-switch-1991.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-1261317782658558928</id><published>2012-01-13T08:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:21:02.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think people who are genuinely in love wouldn't change a thing about their partner if they could. I think that's what true love is; you look at each others flaws and coverups but all you see is perfection. of course there will be times when a certain trait or idiosyncrasy of theirs drives you crazy and you rant about it to your friends. But you would never say 'I wish he wasn't like that'. that's the magic of it. you rant and rant about his mistake but you would never think to say you wish he was something else. because you don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I think love is. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-1261317782658558928?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/1261317782658558928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-people-who-are-genuinely-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1261317782658558928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1261317782658558928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-people-who-are-genuinely-in.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7789739812912191453</id><published>2012-01-11T03:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T03:49:34.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't ask for more :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7789739812912191453?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7789739812912191453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-couldnt-ask-for-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7789739812912191453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7789739812912191453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-couldnt-ask-for-more.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7002132144690747833</id><published>2012-01-09T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:06:22.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain texts</title><content type='html'>yay!!! pea got me an interview at the place she's working at and I'm gg down tmrrrr ! I SO HOPE I GET IT. haha first I'll be working w pea again which I am mega excited to. and there's no dress code or anything which is like MEGA AWESOME. best job lobang ever hahaha THANKS BITCH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i sent this chain mail last night cos it said I wld be happy today but for the whole day I didn't feel like I was particularly happy hahaha. I guess im actually pretty happy now, what w the interview and first year all coming up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaahhahahahha anyway why do friends ask me why i send them chain texts. u dont like then delete la why must ask ah so funny. ya I v bored my bf in army so I hv to send chain mages to kill time can? HAHAHAA kidding. ok I nv slp last night I think I shld now before I hit high and nv come down again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7002132144690747833?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7002132144690747833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/chain-texts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7002132144690747833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7002132144690747833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/chain-texts.html' title='Chain texts'/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-9186190796388814710</id><published>2012-01-09T06:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T07:22:04.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. You are walking in the woods. You are not alone. Who’s with you?&lt;br /&gt;joshy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. what kind of animal?&lt;br /&gt;A MOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?&lt;br /&gt;i try all sorts of sounds on it (cat/dog/mouse) but it just stares at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing, and you are at your dream house.&lt;br /&gt;windows with white curtains, 2 stories max w a cute roof and no attic. plants all around the front, a little path and a cute gate leading up to it. oh, and its green :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?&lt;br /&gt;well yea, what use is a gate if there are no fences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You enter the house. You walk into the dining room and see the dining table is covered with?&lt;br /&gt;roast beef, mashed potatoes, salmon teriyaki, pokka green tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You exit the house and a cup is on the ground, what kind is it?&lt;br /&gt;a wine glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you do with that cup?&lt;br /&gt;im so lazy i'll probably just leave it where it is haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You walk to the edge of the property where you find yourself standing at what body of water?&lt;br /&gt;a very small stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you cross that body of water?&lt;br /&gt;just step over it ah HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ANSWERS&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who you are walking in the woods with is the most important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The size of your dream home is representative of the size of your ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  A lack of a fence is indicative of an open personality. People are  welcome at all times. The presence of a fence indicates a closed  personality. You’d prefer people not drop by unannounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If your answer did NOT include food, flowers, or people, then you are generally unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The durability of the material with the cup is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What you did with the cup is representative of your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The way you cross the water is representative to how easy or hard you expect your life to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything about my relationships is bad. bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-9186190796388814710?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/9186190796388814710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/9186190796388814710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/9186190796388814710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-5935176690551010771</id><published>2012-01-09T05:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T06:27:51.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't sleep and its driving me NUTS. :( my cough is TERRIBLE. its worse than the last time i had an itchy cough :( yea see, the last time i had to get off the bus cos i was so embarrassed with myself coughing like i had TB. what the fuck causes the itchiness :( imma dig my fingers in and grab it out. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway its my 1st year w joshy this week but he's gonna be in camp so we're celebrating on the weekend instead. mega excited :) we've come a long way man. like the saying goes, time flies when you're having fun i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry so i guess i'll grab something to eat from my kitchen. byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-5935176690551010771?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/5935176690551010771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-sleep-and-its-driving-me-nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5935176690551010771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5935176690551010771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-sleep-and-its-driving-me-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-3786638854404040719</id><published>2012-01-07T02:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T03:10:16.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NMTB.</title><content type='html'>you know the feeling where you know something is not right but you just keep doing it and at the end of each day you just burst into tears and wonder why you feel like you've been stabbed over and over again at the same spot? and then you wonder if its better to stop doing whatever it is then you start crying again because you don't want to and can't bear to? and then and then you start laughing cos you can't believe what a mess you are? then you are sobbing and laughing at the same time cos the sadness is overwhelming? you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no you dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3786638854404040719?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3786638854404040719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3786638854404040719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3786638854404040719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-meant-to-be.html' title='NMTB.'/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7076355588620601897</id><published>2012-01-04T04:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T04:25:02.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gee i can't believe i have to head down to school tmr for enrollment AGAIN. super hate traveling to school. UGHHHHHHHHH. hate being broke too. am like super broke now and i need cash like in ONE FREAKING WEEK cos its my first year w joshy and i obviously have something planned. JUST THAT EVERYTHING NEEDS MONEY. unhappy :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7076355588620601897?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7076355588620601897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/gee-i-cant-believe-i-have-to-head-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7076355588620601897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7076355588620601897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/gee-i-cant-believe-i-have-to-head-down.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-5733532635020148179</id><published>2012-01-03T07:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T07:12:53.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why, good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my holidays will be over next week. sigh. school from monday to saturday. man :( on the bright side, one more year! one more year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i downloaded this app called brilliant quotes and a few caught my eye --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whether you think you can, or you think you can't--you're right" - Henry Ford&lt;br /&gt;i guess it means that if you think you can't do it then chances are you will nv be able to. yup pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-5733532635020148179?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/5733532635020148179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5733532635020148179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5733532635020148179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7085318790853673268</id><published>2012-01-02T06:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:36:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omfg! i went to my kitchen to cook myself some good old seafood maggie mee and i kicked over something lightly and before i switched on the lights i was thinking "haha what would i do if that was a cockroach and it crawled over my leg now" and when the lights were on i looked down and saw a flipped cockroach. WHAT THE FUCK! i literally stood there with my jaw dropped and stared at the cockroach and like i dont even know what was running through my mind cos i was SO DISGUSTED. anyway i thought it was dead but apparently ITS NOT SO LIKE FUCK IT I JUST STEPPED ON A LIVING COCKROACH, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BARE FOOTED&lt;/span&gt; MIND YOU UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGUHGUHGUHGUHGUHGUHGUHGUHGUHUGHUGHU!??!?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so wearing my slippers from now on. omfg. damn disgusted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7085318790853673268?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7085318790853673268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/omfg-i-went-to-my-kitchen-to-cook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7085318790853673268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7085318790853673268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2012/01/omfg-i-went-to-my-kitchen-to-cook.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-1735602573372590412</id><published>2011-12-31T04:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T04:20:18.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7AJvRfmbkk/Tv4cuaQaEYI/AAAAAAAACcI/ioIx8IUbbrk/s1600/DSCF1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7AJvRfmbkk/Tv4cuaQaEYI/AAAAAAAACcI/ioIx8IUbbrk/s400/DSCF1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692018562690584962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walau i miss my long hair man. i didnt perm it btw hahahaha. v sad now. gonna take me like maybe 1.5 yrs to grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-1735602573372590412?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/1735602573372590412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/walau-i-miss-my-long-hair-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1735602573372590412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1735602573372590412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/walau-i-miss-my-long-hair-man.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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/-m7AJvRfmbkk/Tv4cuaQaEYI/AAAAAAAACcI/ioIx8IUbbrk/s72-c/DSCF1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858389958302663689.post-3320221233385664225</id><published>2011-12-31T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T04:08:06.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay this and last week was quite fulfilling. these are the things i did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-met pea and jwen together after what seemed like eternity. went to fareast to chill and shop. it was pouring that day and jwen and pea were so nice to acc me to take a puff outside even though the rain was just coming at us. jwen even opened an umbrella hahaha aww so sweet y'all. after pea left joshy gave jwen a lift to pasir ris where i bumped into terry my retarded cousin who just booked out of army. happy :) after which i realised i had dropped my key earlier in the day so joshy went back to orchard with me to try and find it. couldn't find it in the end and i was pretty sad aww. end night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-did full face threading which was mofo pain and to which i had an allergic reaction to the powder they put on your face before they do the actual threading. but my face is as smooth as tofu now. went to serangoon pet mart to look at my tiny little cute animals. didn't buy in the end cos the shop was closing and i didn't want to make an impulse buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-went to do eyelash extensions at fareast. im pretty satisfied with it except for the fact that i worry day and night that they would drop out before the minimum 2 weeks period and its only like my 4th day having it. also, its really tough to wash my face. think i'll think twice before putting them again. but ohwell, small price to pay for beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-accompanied jwen to fareast YET AGAIN with jwen cos she wanted to do too. amanda joined shortly after and we walked around fareast, AGAIN till joshy came and it was time to watch alvin and the chipmunks. AMANDA'S CHOICE. i felt so bad i turned and said sorry to joshy halfway through the movie hahaha. joshy and i went to play l4d with JJ after that. anyway, it was a pretty fun day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-met joyce for lunch today at aljunied. the chicken rice at GMSS is just oh so good. conned innzheng into coming down to the coffeeshop (just below his house) and we went up to his house shortly after to play with his cutey dog. tiff came after while and we went to joyce's house cos inn had to go out. kinda big change of plans today cos we were originally supposed to head to town. anyway hung at joyce's place like old times and we later decided to play mahj so i called joshy over. played awhile and tiff had to go so geok came over to play. and yup that was kinda it. surprisingly, meeting joyce and tiff after -insert time period longer than eternity- was not as awkward as we all thought it would be. we've changed and stuff but we're still the same when we all hang together i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats about it! on a side note, thankyou joshy for taking a whole week to accompany me and for being so nice as to send my friends here and there after meeting up. i don't believe i could find anyone as sweet and as generous as you baby :) &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway a new year is coming, again. i do hope its the end of the world though cos i totally wanna do over my life. just start all over. but we all know thats not gonna happen. 2011 was like the shittiest year ever in my entire life. i've never had this much shit thrown in my face ever. and as emotional as i may be i am so not exaggerating. anyway, resolutions? i'll have to think about those. dear god please be nice to me next yr so that i can be nice to people and santa wont have to give me shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3320221233385664225?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3320221233385664225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/okay-this-and-last-week-was-quite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3320221233385664225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3320221233385664225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/okay-this-and-last-week-was-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7277825736681191538</id><published>2011-12-26T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:54:52.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im a very unaccomplished person. how come i feel like there's nothing to look forward to anymore and time is still slipping away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take not, want not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7277825736681191538?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7277825736681191538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-im-very-unaccomplished-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7277825736681191538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7277825736681191538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-im-very-unaccomplished-person.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-4583264337510576389</id><published>2011-12-21T07:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:16:13.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People always say that u shld be w someone who makes you feel better about yourself... I guess they are right cos the other way, you just feel like killing yourself all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-4583264337510576389?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/4583264337510576389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/people-always-say-that-u-shld-be-w.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4583264337510576389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4583264337510576389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/people-always-say-that-u-shld-be-w.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7195598403017865388</id><published>2011-12-07T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:18:51.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been the best friend, daughter, sister, person. Far from it. I guess it's hard to spread the love when you're buried so deep in your own unhappiness. I even feel unhappy when I'm happy. I pity myself sometimes. When you are unable to feel happiness from the heart I guess you're no different from being dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7195598403017865388?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7195598403017865388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-havent-been-best-friend-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7195598403017865388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7195598403017865388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-havent-been-best-friend-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7774265543172593941</id><published>2011-12-07T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:45:30.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im bored out of my senses. really. im so bored i feel like crying man. stupid holidays..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7774265543172593941?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7774265543172593941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-bored-out-of-my-senses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7774265543172593941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7774265543172593941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-bored-out-of-my-senses.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-5125161628957846025</id><published>2011-12-02T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T01:09:44.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The year is finally coming to an end. It has really been a year of trials and tribulations - not to sound cliche or anything. On this night where I've got One Republic's All This Time on repeat, it seems the darkness has covered the world with a blanket of silence; with nothing but the bittersweet taste of reminisce hanging around, toying my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lIY_2t0ZKPU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song just makes you stare into space and think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-5125161628957846025?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/5125161628957846025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-is-finally-coming-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5125161628957846025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5125161628957846025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-is-finally-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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://img.youtube.com/vi/lIY_2t0ZKPU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858389958302663689.post-2219527104164139472</id><published>2011-11-26T05:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T05:37:39.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have no faith in second chances.&lt;br /&gt;and i've lost faith in love.&lt;br /&gt;its true that the person you least thought would hurt you, can kill you.&lt;br /&gt;living everyday on the edge of my seat..&lt;br /&gt;wondering when the fuse would blow again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-2219527104164139472?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/2219527104164139472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-no-faith-in-second-chances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2219527104164139472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2219527104164139472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-no-faith-in-second-chances.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-1550863143117387837</id><published>2011-11-24T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T12:42:20.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate running nose i hate running nose i hate running nose.  its like, SNEEZE and 2 seconds later it starts flowing. dude, i think they are all living rent free in my nose. where does the mucus even come from anyway. HAHA okay my biology teacher is probably gonna be like "NOOOO SHE'S GOT NOTHINGGGGG" if he reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think i'll fill up the yellow form and donate all my other organs too when i die. yup i want to. just hope im not wearing red when i die haha. cos like what, either i'll haunt all the nurses or i'll haunt all the people who take each of my organs which is a lot of work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-1550863143117387837?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/1550863143117387837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-hate-running-nose-i-hate-running-nose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1550863143117387837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1550863143117387837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-hate-running-nose-i-hate-running-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7872014527832807860</id><published>2011-11-24T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T02:31:30.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi! im glad to announce that my hair is finally growing and i am not going to cut it in another gazillion years hehehe. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7872014527832807860?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7872014527832807860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/11/hihi-im-glad-to-announce-that-my-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7872014527832807860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7872014527832807860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/11/hihi-im-glad-to-announce-that-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-5792903791790534081</id><published>2011-11-22T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T05:28:05.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KILL ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-5792903791790534081?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/5792903791790534081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>hi my dears! so i've been feeling alot better since my previous post. but thats what life is all about isnt it - the ups and downs. haven't been doing anything lately. its the hols and my school only starts next year. so, yay! just a short post about my bkk trip and the mlysia trip after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember the excitement i felt when i was otw to the airport and checking in hehe. this is us on the plane. about 10 mins after take off :) myanmar airways flight was cancelled so we got transferred to thai airways which was fine by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-maAK4noWeBI/TsqaRyw6QII/AAAAAAAACb8/FucRjx9EFyk/s400/DSCF4333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677519910729302146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5MJjr5nUhw/TsqaRMUr8gI/AAAAAAAACb0/kj5E-7mFZHE/s400/DSCF4341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677519900410376706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we touched down about 5 bkk time and headed to the hotel, put our stuff down then went out for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love their drink bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQa4ZoSxXwo/TsqaQipJ7jI/AAAAAAAACbk/kFPP4kDIA7g/s400/DSCF4344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677519889221938738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pCVqaV_jic0/TsqaQCaZqbI/AAAAAAAACbY/G4RgCUwju-M/s400/DSCF4346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677519880570120626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup after walking at big C we ate chicken rice at some street stall then went back to the hotel to rest. joshy and i chilled downstairs and met a big white dog which was soooooo cute but so dirty though. anyway i told the dog to come back tmr night and wait for me haha. it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast and some fresh air in the morning. they all had these concrete walls and sandbags outside each building in case the flood reaches them i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiQXVuNICl8/TsqaP85xTCI/AAAAAAAACbM/f1W8R8quso8/s400/DSCF4350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677519879091080226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some fresh air. oh anyway we decided to go on a 1 day tour to amphawhat and like the train station rly rly rly far away which costs us 1000 baht for the whole day. yup we went on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-uL8pEnasA/TsqNIQM4ssI/AAAAAAAACa8/T72vin8c_z8/s400/DSCF4357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677505453181416130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok supposedly right, the train would come through and all the vendors would pull their carts and stalls which were already equipped with wheels, inside so that the train wouldnt crush anything. but anyway we didnt get to see it cos the train got delayed cos of the flood or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HD2FQWzMwPo/TsqNILjZizI/AAAAAAAACaw/TEfqDwNwUBA/s400/DSCF4363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677505451933666098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgjqqUjsEyI/TsqNHpQPfjI/AAAAAAAACak/EQdGQ4a7DUU/s400/DSCF4358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677505442726510130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B23kXb79H1s/TsqNHMh8CWI/AAAAAAAACaY/C2Vjs4Yy2FE/s400/DSCF4365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677505435016104290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have like chickens!?!??!?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LBtkxf3kR4/TsqNG0tt-0I/AAAAAAAACaM/It9u-I-sTag/s400/DSCF4367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677505428623063874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah the beef noodles damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utK_VZx-LAo/TsqK-d2QnII/AAAAAAAACZ8/q2QSPEdEIPg/s400/DSCF4370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677503086022663298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a whole long stretch of these kinda shops along the train tracks. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ast-qFACseE/TsqK962rO7I/AAAAAAAACZw/EyYlmoUgLwo/s400/DSCF4371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677503076629167026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coke bottles were huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCGsgsknxOg/TsqK9P0OkpI/AAAAAAAACZk/LysOEj15EaE/s400/DSCF4373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677503065076175506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBLk_S9bfGQ/TsqK8hJP_sI/AAAAAAAACZY/_dt2yMptXdg/s400/DSCF4375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677503052547882690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just very fascinated with this shop haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iE5nlCu3vHg/TsqK8ZAbN3I/AAAAAAAACZM/nK7JOJ8JTsc/s400/DSCF4376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677503050363385714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a boat ride around the island to different temples and places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N09STikwk9A/TsqErbNO-PI/AAAAAAAACZA/wECHUSYJcdM/s400/DSCF4378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677496161826437362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzcktWuzods/TsqEqwMcHOI/AAAAAAAACY0/IxCRgxf6Y70/s400/DSCF4379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677496150280379618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_aLir39a_w/TsqEqW5_oSI/AAAAAAAACYo/DgvTu7ir_9g/s400/DSCF4383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677496143492129058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this place where you could see like tons of animals haha. its like singapore zoo where you can also pay like 8 dollars to feed the animals? yea like that - only its free. and the vege used to pay the animals comes at any cost you wish to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlU9A9ji-s8/TsqEpymNmkI/AAAAAAAACYc/v_ESMz97R4w/s400/DSCF4388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677496133745482306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FONx4LjWgN8/TsqEpqxzr7I/AAAAAAAACYQ/1Iu32sIVz_c/s400/DSCF4390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677496131646631858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dfRMNAGh8gQ/TsqCxsd7SQI/AAAAAAAACYE/zwuht26YX5Q/s400/DSCF4391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677494070515812610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzrw42fII5M/TsqCxMGsGLI/AAAAAAAACX4/zD7Kx0qMIvo/s400/DSCF4392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677494061828413618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKNtcFz7T4Y/TsqCwo-8qJI/AAAAAAAACXs/TyYcv-HTOPs/s400/DSCF4393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677494052400703634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice only geok didnt have a picture of her feeding the goat haha. scaredy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this monkey damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q93Kb_cHPeY/TsqCwJEgaiI/AAAAAAAACXg/uMCcDJhxeME/s400/DSCF4400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677494043834083874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzIvQFG6LJs/TsqCv6QuXwI/AAAAAAAACXU/TiB0m1ygaYA/s400/DSCF4402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677494039858798338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fFtSpaIBrU/Tsp77hXNB0I/AAAAAAAACXM/Q6lG2WiKl-M/s400/DSCF4408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677486542752122690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea anyway there was this fenced up cage with tiny holes but the top was still the normal size grills. so i thought the orang utan was so poor thing so i fed it vege and it reached out from the top and scratched me. THAT BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDx8Km3yOa0/Tsp77cEA-SI/AAAAAAAACW4/i0_qQ8cuLro/s400/DSCF4409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677486541329463586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i called it a crazy monkey and that its no wonder no one wanted to be friends with him and the orang utan started jumping around in its cage in a frenzy. CRAZY BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be a temple in a tree, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nMYUIB9aso/Tsp77O9rlyI/AAAAAAAACWw/OzpbK05g9DY/s400/DSCF4410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677486537813235490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back on shore and they gave us free time to shop. wine :D was damn cheap. one bottle was like 30 baht max? thats like.. not even 1 dollar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpP7zhXm4WU/Tsp76Vas5FI/AAAAAAAACWo/yuruj3uwt_s/s400/DSCF4413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677486522365699154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see fireflies at night around the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhgXgIzXS8w/Tsp76BtkRaI/AAAAAAAACWY/JsO1jJnRT_E/s400/DSCF4415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677486517076116898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NJvXrp0Nho8/Tsp590B7HQI/AAAAAAAACWM/B22jJt_0O1o/s400/DSCF4418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677484383099624706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway no pictures of them because as you know they are minute and my lousy camera from 2004 cant possible catch any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. there aren't many pictures after this anymore because it was just shop shop shop all the way and im too caught up with paradise to take photos of anything hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;outside platinum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zCTPiKx-jeA/Tsp59G-IWqI/AAAAAAAACWA/MZEtNWVGUSU/s400/DSCF4425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677484371004119714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in the hotel after a fucking long day and we were still going to khao san in abit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBDPSvR9P7c/Tsp58p0ePYI/AAAAAAAACV0/XRRVpGJL4V8/s400/DSCF4432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677484363178982786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYWv4h0OrUQ/Tsp58WkjDzI/AAAAAAAACVo/MkwX5xt9q-o/s400/DSCF4436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677484358011916082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same thing the next day. just shop shop shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh myanmar airways was cancelled again so we took cathay pacific home which btw, SUCKED BALLS? i am never taking cathay again. such a bad flight man.&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired i could have died. oh oh thai massage was awesomezxz. right. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;singapore sun set :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiKq-hIsvgw/Tsp58JX07KI/AAAAAAAACVc/MpuxIWjIUAs/s400/DSCF4441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677484354468900002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. home sweet home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i kind of regretted agreeing to go to malaysia the next day cos when the time came for me to wake up i tell ya. all i wanted to do was slip and fall into a concussion just so i could continue resting. proud of myself but i did it anyway. i got up and went to woodlands! with joshy of course. met geok and jace there and headed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually we just went to malaysia to enjoy and walk walk. wasn't for the shopping or whatever. oh right. we went there for the seafood. we watched in time in the afternoon though. 3 sgd. i loved it! and seafood. we ordered a hell lot. and i really mean a hell lot. but it only cost us like 200 rm which was like 20+ sgd each for that much food. my god. so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yada yada. by the time i came back to sg i was so beat i wanted to die. oh like, no one was in sg cos my sis was in penang and my parents were in korea so, yay me! haha. didn't do anything much also luh. practically wasted my freedom away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHATEVER. ITS MY HOLS AND THATS WHAT MATTERS WHOOHOO. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-9018884061354100433?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/9018884061354100433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-my-dears-so-ive-been-feeling-alot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/9018884061354100433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/9018884061354100433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-my-dears-so-ive-been-feeling-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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/-maAK4noWeBI/TsqaRyw6QII/AAAAAAAACb8/FucRjx9EFyk/s72-c/DSCF4333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858389958302663689.post-7730443674183052921</id><published>2011-11-16T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:15:06.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>certain events have led me to believe that people are selfish and incorrigible in all ways. even myself. sometimes we would rather lose something and regret our lives away than put down our pride and make peace. but some things can't be compromised with. dignity. self worth. if you've got them, keep them. always hold on to them. because when you dont, you'll end up like me. always thinking of why i did what i did. ive more regrets than if i had just let go and kept it all. being the bigger person actually makes me feel this small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i have lost myself, im unable to look up to the world like i used to. not many would understand, but it stems from something small. unable to clarify my thoughts and make a right move now because everything is a blur and its really tough to continue faking happiness as contrary to what they say, frowning uses less muscles than faking a smile. well, maybe just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i look into the night sky i count the stars but as i notice how miserable they are in numbers i fade into my bed again, all alone, getting what i deserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7730443674183052921?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7730443674183052921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/11/certain-events-have-led-me-to-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7730443674183052921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7730443674183052921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/11/certain-events-have-led-me-to-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-3309842536714287601</id><published>2011-11-07T04:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:27:37.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i am a free woman now! i actually regret not doing anything for my  21st HAAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHA. ah whats new. i always do  things that i regret. anyway baby surprised me at my house hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gm0-6BnFl9Y/TrcGq95RBVI/AAAAAAAACVU/ue6q_SvRiSY/s400/photo%2B1%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672009590935455058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mrQ1zGgxY40/TrcGqygeSRI/AAAAAAAACVA/B7KhoghrhlE/s400/photo%2B2%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672009587878676754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBBKAtUEz3Y/TrcGqt0OdOI/AAAAAAAACU4/OxNII9jkv5U/s400/photo%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672009586619348194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSbWzVh6EfQ/TrcGqNU1XgI/AAAAAAAACUw/TOO1jPOAaH0/s400/photo%2B2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672009577897745922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5h3STbYrKho/TrcGp2-dO6I/AAAAAAAACUg/R73gGk3XXzs/s400/photo%2B4%2B%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672009571898309538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1XJC8RvAaY/TrcFtU4jSbI/AAAAAAAACUU/WGWXd3-TiuU/s400/photo%2B3%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672008531954583986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha yup. i was genuinely surprised. thanks joshy! love you! :)&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stay long with him though :( cos i had to study for my exam the day after ZZZZZZ is life throwing me lemons or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went to prawn after my exam though i was hideous and outrageously tired but i refused to go home. haha the place was so nice i had to take a polaroid hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7BwmXCtYdaQ/TrcFs5kr0sI/AAAAAAAACUI/qcbhMi9umTI/s400/photo%2B5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672008524623499970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZwaKkrs0VI/TrcFsmQ-sOI/AAAAAAAACT8/VTl3Dt7vhAg/s400/photo%2B5%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672008519440576738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaahaha my birthday so i forced geok to take one with me. i had to stop myself from bursting out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsDccVV8AR0/TrcFsLXQYjI/AAAAAAAACTw/OB1wQ0Defpo/s400/photo%2B3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672008512219144754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i had dinner with my family :) quite happy ah. everyone i loved was there :) yea including joshy! haha how awesome is that.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. sad sad. never do anything for my birthday :( no party no presents HAHAHA. okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on a lighter note im going bkk in likeeeeeee 3 days hehehe. i know its flooding and all thanks for the concern mah peeps. i'll have a party with the snakes and crocodiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. pretty bummed out about my 21st. i'll just go watch my show and day dream. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3309842536714287601?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3309842536714287601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/11/yay-i-am-free-woman-now-i-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3309842536714287601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3309842536714287601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/11/yay-i-am-free-woman-now-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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/-gm0-6BnFl9Y/TrcGq95RBVI/AAAAAAAACVU/ue6q_SvRiSY/s72-c/photo%2B1%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858389958302663689.post-6831737766026710414</id><published>2011-10-24T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:22:01.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the story goes on down&lt;br /&gt;The less traveled road&lt;br /&gt;It's a variation on&lt;br /&gt;The one I was told&lt;br /&gt;And although it's not the same&lt;br /&gt;It's awful close, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an ordinary fairy tale land&lt;br /&gt;There's a promise of a perfect happy end&lt;br /&gt;And I imagine having just short of that&lt;br /&gt;Is better than nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;Forever and almost always&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Just love me when you can, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait patiently&lt;br /&gt;I'll wake up everyday&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping that you still care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of my mind I know too well&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that surely even I deserve the best&lt;br /&gt;But instead of leaving&lt;br /&gt;I just put the issue to bed&lt;br /&gt;And outta my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just when I believe&lt;br /&gt;You've changed for good&lt;br /&gt;Well, you go and prove me wrong&lt;br /&gt;Just like I knew you would&lt;br /&gt;When I run out of second chances&lt;br /&gt;You give me that look&lt;br /&gt;And you're off the hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;Forever and almost always&lt;br /&gt;It ain't right&lt;br /&gt;To just love me when you can, Oh&lt;br /&gt;I won't wait patiently&lt;br /&gt;Or wake up everyday&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping that you'll still care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kate Voegele - Forever And Almost Always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6831737766026710414?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6831737766026710414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-story-goes-on-down-less-traveled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6831737766026710414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6831737766026710414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-story-goes-on-down-less-traveled.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-6032163483382331098</id><published>2011-10-24T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:18:13.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>super unhappy that i have exams on my 21st ): no mood to do anything now. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6032163483382331098?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6032163483382331098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/10/super-unhappy-that-i-have-exams-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6032163483382331098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6032163483382331098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/10/super-unhappy-that-i-have-exams-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-456828998443102491</id><published>2011-10-18T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:18:02.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it feels good to get everything off my chest after so long. i feel like i've been just living a lie for so long, trying to be something im not by hiding what i think. but its all better now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well exams are coming up and so is my birthday haha. pretty excited. anyway im not gonna put a wishlist because honestly i have not bought my friends presents either because im so broke and 21st presents are really expensive. so i dont want it to be a 1 way thing so im not putting up a wishlist which means for my bitches whom i did not give a present to please do not bother to get me anything, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still thinking how im gonna celebrate in the midst of my exams. hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-456828998443102491?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/456828998443102491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-feels-good-to-get-everything-off-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/456828998443102491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/456828998443102491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-feels-good-to-get-everything-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-8417650143625583658</id><published>2011-10-14T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T03:20:02.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ughhhhhhhhhhhh unhappy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-8417650143625583658?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/8417650143625583658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/10/ughhhhhhhhhhhh-unhappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/8417650143625583658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/8417650143625583658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/10/ughhhhhhhhhhhh-unhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-4299926231284165842</id><published>2011-10-12T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:51:03.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have this constant pain in my head and when bright lights (like cars) shine into my eyes my head feels like its going to explode with pain. thats just great. now strong sunlight hurts me and night lights hurt me too. oh well. everyday i just feel like lying in my bed all day long doing nothing like good old times. yea i dont actually care that people around me are moving and i am lying on my bed being stagnant. i just feel like there is nothing worth me fighting for right now. yawn. cant wait for the holidays. gonna sleep my ass off day in day out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-5196612124292097736</id><published>2011-09-24T04:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T04:40:39.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well then, don't ask me what I'm feeling or thinking when you don't really give a damn. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-5196612124292097736?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/5196612124292097736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-then-dont-ask-me-what-im-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5196612124292097736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5196612124292097736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-then-dont-ask-me-what-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-5218740316371991705</id><published>2011-09-22T01:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T02:05:44.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well everytime i come back to this page i stare of into space for a few minutes then backspace everything and go watch a comedy. how in the good Lord's name did i manage to blog 4-5 times a day. its funny that i had well, more close friends back then but i blogged like a thousand times a week. and now as im growing up i just say what i wanna say to people that have remained in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the next paragraph is not directed at people who have actually been abused by their partners of some sort but to normal teenagers who were like born, what, yesterday?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i just HAVE to comment on people who post on fb that they're 'AFRAID TO GET HURT AGAIN' hence single. or tell everyone so that everyone thinks they have been abused or whatever by their boyfriends. gee girls, you are like what, 5 years old? and you talk like you've had 10 relationships of which none of them worked out because all of them dumped your sorry ass for some other girl or whatever reason that makes you so 'AFRAID TO GET HURT AGAIN'. what is this shit. we are young independent women who should never feel like they can't live without a male. or female, your choice. well the point is, YOU'RE WEAK. and if youre waiting for some fucking prince charming to sweep you off your feet and heal you from your wounds and finally propose to you then you can crush that little dream of yours because there is no romeo and you are no juliet. we live in the real world where, at 21 years old, people still date for fun and getting dumped shouldn't mean you have to hide in the darkest corner of your room and count the minutes without him in your life. wow, even saying that last sentence makes me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, we've all had our fair share of dickheads (figuratively) and as teenagers we've all had our hearts broken but isnt it all part of the whole dating experience? so what if you gave him alot of things you shouldn't have? all the better, you've kept your end of the relationship agreement. by breaking down its like saying 'IF LIFE THROWS ME A LEMON, IM GONNA SUCK ON IT BECAUSE MY SENSES ARE NUMB FROM THE TEARS THAT I'VE CRIED FOR HIM, MAYBE I'LL RUB THE LEMON ON MY EYES AND CRY SOMEMORE.' wow, i am good. well BULLSHIT. omg im sorry but i can't stand girls who are weak and cry over shit. i really just wanna slap them all. if you're just gonna be so weak then you're just gonna be stepped over your whole life ok? well guess what, the world doesnt need you so get back in the dark corner of your room and suck on that lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN I JUST WANT FEMALES TO BE MORE INDEPENDENT AND BE THE MAN FOR ONCE IN THE RELATIONSHIP. yea, if you think about it. women are heavily compromised in all areas. geez. getting all worked up now. but off topic. so girls, get your groove on please. go kick some male butt. AND DONT TELL ME LOVE SHOULD BE UNCONDITIONAL GIVING IN AND NO EXPECTATIONS. LEAVE THAT BULLSHIT FOR YOUR DREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s its not that im having side effects from all my failed relationships. im just growing up, bitch. oh and its for girls who feel like their world no longer exists after a breakup, not for couples who are happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't take a pussy guy so if youre one would you kindly not step on the ground that i am walking on? you're doing a great job btw josh. you know when to give in and when not to. well, most times anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to bkk in november btw! pretty excited because its actually my first official trip overseas with friends only (not counting perth in p6 cos there were teachers). and for those of you who know me, i am actually pretty protected so hence, the very first time. all smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is ending in 4 days. triple all smiles. then it'll be exams on 31st oct, 2nd nov and 5th nov. then thats it! thats the end of my school term. super happy. though, i do have exams on my birthday ITSELF so its a real downer cos i can't exactly have a party since i have exams before, after and on the day itself. heaven must be pleased at its cruel joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. have been really sick lately too. well, figuratively i guess. or not. i dont know. but i have been throwing up a shitload of food for weeks now. yea, so everything i eat i just throw up most of it after that. some days im good though, like today :D what irritates me most is that i spent a shitload of money on the food i eat because, well, i love the sight and taste of good food per se, but not so much when they're all in small chunky bits in my sink eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. thats all thats been up with me lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-5218740316371991705?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-3858389958302663689.post-44010268765119761</id><published>2011-09-16T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T00:17:50.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i fucking hate investment and finance and any subject related. fucking lame. and i just found out i have exam on my birthday. fucking stupid also. damn dulan now. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-44010268765119761?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/44010268765119761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-fucking-hate-investment-and-finance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/44010268765119761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/44010268765119761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-fucking-hate-investment-and-finance.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-6552089251510213556</id><published>2011-09-11T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T17:16:40.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT A REAL 1960S RETRO THEMED PARTY SO BADLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6552089251510213556?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6552089251510213556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-real-1960s-retro-themed-party-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6552089251510213556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6552089251510213556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-real-1960s-retro-themed-party-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7556373348549699272</id><published>2011-09-08T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T16:20:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heaven bent to take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And lead me through the fire&lt;br /&gt;Be the long awaited answer&lt;br /&gt;To a long and painful fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all begin with good intent&lt;br /&gt;Love was raw and young&lt;br /&gt;We believed that we could change ourselves&lt;br /&gt;The past can be undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we carry on our backs the burden time always reveals&lt;br /&gt;In the lonely light of morning&lt;br /&gt;In the wound that would not heal&lt;br /&gt;It's the bitter taste of losing everything, I've held so dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've tried, I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;I have sunk so low&lt;br /&gt;I've messed up better&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;br /&gt;So don't come 'round here&lt;br /&gt;And tell me I told you so&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah McLachlan, Fallen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7556373348549699272?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-3858389958302663689.post-7106795098774229309</id><published>2011-08-25T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T02:06:46.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every night without fail, i put on a different sad song and really listen to the words and at the end of it all i just stare into space and ask myself what i am doing with my life. then i browse through facebook and blogs and see the happy faces of everyone in local universities and overseas trips and all and again i stare into space and wonder if that could have been me. ya its like party rock anthem everyday im shuffling but instead, everyday im questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its no way to be happy but i think it has become a sick sick sickness as i am constantly trapped in the past. thinking of how i could have written a better history for myself. i knw right. crazy. why not deal with the present so that i can change my future. well, i dont bloody well know. i need help. i dont know where to get it from. every window is closing on me. its funny how the only people who will listen are those who actually can't do shit to help. not saying it out of ungratefulness though. im thankful there are people who are willing to listen to me talk shit though i believe they have no idea what im talking about sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah constant struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7106795098774229309?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7106795098774229309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/08/every-night-without-fail-i-put-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7106795098774229309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7106795098774229309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/08/every-night-without-fail-i-put-on.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-3841682093905874459</id><published>2011-08-20T04:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T04:52:22.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think that i just have to come to terms that in my life i am never going to be 100% happy about anything. because everything is conflicting. i cannot pinpoint a single part of my life that i am even remotely satisfied with, let alone happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i have this strong blind rage and immense hatred for everybody. like now. feeling like a monster. i scare myself when i hear the echo of my screams in my ears. (though, since i do it in a pillow the echo is minimal). don't understand why life has to be so hard though. the people i love the most don't trust and understand me at all. they refuse to listen too. im a good person. i dont deserve all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was never born. seriously. i don't believe i was put on this earth for a reason. oh wait, thats right. it must be - to be miserable. maybe i stay out late every night hoping that something would happen to me and i would be one of those dead bodies you find in bedok reservoir or at the istana. wondering when it will be my turn. afterall, the pain of dying will definitely last shorter than being miserable your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i wont be missed though. the only thing people are going to miss, or rather, regret is all the effort they have put into helping to form my life for the past 21 years. so good bye. i'll fade slowly into the past and soon become only a part of your memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3841682093905874459?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3841682093905874459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-think-that-i-just-have-to-come-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3841682093905874459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3841682093905874459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-think-that-i-just-have-to-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-2536111435271414184</id><published>2011-08-11T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T03:38:26.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG HIIIIIIIIIII. first time in the history of my life i am so busy that i couldn't even find time to blog. really leh!!! anyway im done with my assignment which is due tmr aka a few hours time, and jiawen's bday. so now all thats left this week is joshy's bday. busy busy busy. ahhh nothing much going on in my life right now besides school. actually have la but can't type here also so. hahaahah. okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk im going to sleep now. god forbid i oversleep tomorrow. whoohoo! night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s omg i think this period has proven that my mood is majorly affected by stress. cos im like damn high and happy now hahahaahhahhaa okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-2536111435271414184?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/2536111435271414184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/08/omg-hiiiiiiiiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2536111435271414184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2536111435271414184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/08/omg-hiiiiiiiiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-500806046791340610</id><published>2011-08-01T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:44:52.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised i don't mind going to lecture alone actually. totally 100% okay with it. cos if you sit with friends you're never gonna be able to listen to the lecturer properly cos of all the chatter and sometimes that just irritates me. i think i'll do fine on my own in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i think im really not a people person. i even hate group projects cos you have to work with others. ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-500806046791340610?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/500806046791340610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-realised-i-dont-mind-going-to-lecture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/500806046791340610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/500806046791340610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-realised-i-dont-mind-going-to-lecture.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-4115693616669295941</id><published>2011-07-30T04:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T04:52:48.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being a very emotional person I think I've felt almost all the negative emotions in the world and really, heart ache is the worst of all. I don't know how we got here but I'm still trying. Are you? Impatience and frustration seem to be clouding your emotions nowadays. whatever happened to the person I once knew at the start? the one who would tolerate anything. Was it all an act? I'm not even sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'm just floating around in this world. Souless. Aimless. No real place to go, to return to. Going according to everyone's plans. No opinion of my own. Or rather, no will to voice them out. Pointless. Feel weak. Feel like breaking down. I was never one who could act happy when I'm not. And so, I would never act unhappy when I'm not either. Most of the times I feel nothing. Blank. Feel like a pushover at times. Feel like everything i have to apologize for things that I didn't do wrong. Not because I want to, or feel like I have to for any reason. Just because I am a blank soul who goes with the flow. Like following a life's manual, next step: apologize. And there you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad way to carry on with life but it'll just have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-4115693616669295941?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/4115693616669295941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-very-emotional-person-i-think-ive_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4115693616669295941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4115693616669295941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-very-emotional-person-i-think-ive_30.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-610504033300049588</id><published>2011-07-27T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T23:50:20.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im the type of person who shouldn't be allowed to have friends or family. because i am such a jinx that i think i bring bad luck to everyone around me. im serious. and i cause people to get into trouble because of my own irresponsibility. yea the list goes on. i dont deserve anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7742380754067501229</id><published>2011-07-23T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:46:29.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm thankful for the way i was brought up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7742380754067501229?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7742380754067501229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-thankful-for-way-i-was-brought-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7742380754067501229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7742380754067501229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-thankful-for-way-i-was-brought-up.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7003295095202308575</id><published>2011-07-20T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T23:37:07.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omggggggggggggggggggggg i miss the bloody holidays so much. sooooooooo much. sooooooooo much. soooooooo much. im a whiny angsty bitch now. every morning i go to school and whine to sam hahahaha. DAMN TIRED. DAMN SAD. still must do assignments. knnbccb!!!! where is the justice!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! i wanna rewind to 2 weeks back and let my life stop there. RIGHT THERE. in the holidays. ghaweoifhnwieo fnwoeif jwieofoiewfjweoifjoiwejfowocnwfeoiwe932rh230thg23ghnwoenvoewfj3o2ihr9h32goiewnvoineovenvevneovnoiernvo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. okay. snap fingers. back to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7003295095202308575?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7003295095202308575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/omggggggggggggggggggggg-i-miss-bloody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7003295095202308575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7003295095202308575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/omggggggggggggggggggggg-i-miss-bloody.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-2909569767085508108</id><published>2011-07-20T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:49:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Top 10 lies men tell:&lt;br /&gt;10: sorry, my phone died&lt;br /&gt;9: she's just a friend&lt;br /&gt;8: i'm fine!&lt;br /&gt;7: hey, you look nice&lt;br /&gt;6: which girl? i didnt notice&lt;br /&gt;5: i'll be rdy in 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;4: im out with the boys&lt;br /&gt;3: can't talk, im in a meeting/busy&lt;br /&gt;2: im on the way!&lt;br /&gt;1: i never lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOL from herworld magazine. i think 5 is more for girls but the rest, yep. HAHAHAAH JOSHUA WE ALWAYS ARGUE ABOUT NUMBER 6 HAHAHAHAA damn funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-2909569767085508108?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/2909569767085508108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/top-10-lies-men-tell-10-sorry-my-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2909569767085508108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2909569767085508108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/top-10-lies-men-tell-10-sorry-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-1104954680599463135</id><published>2011-07-19T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:28:38.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baby told me that he loves me and he swears on the moon and the stars.&lt;br /&gt;to me, love is like the moon. it doesnt show its true self everyday. then once a month on a special day like an anniversary or something, it becomes full and glowing. its not a signal that love is the strongest then. its just that on that day people do things in a full blown manner to let the other person know that they love them. and every other day even during an eclipse, you may think that the love is not there anymore. but what you can't see doesn't mean its not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know to josh its just a song he heard on the radio hahahaahahahaha confirm. yup but baby this is what it means to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-1104954680599463135?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/1104954680599463135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-told-me-that-he-loves-me-and-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;too familiar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so tired of becoming frustrated and not being able to do anything about it but cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the feeling that your chest is collapsing and you are gasping for all the air you can get when you are trying to stop the tears from falling. a million 'why's and 'how did it end up this way' swirling in your head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you know you've lost the battle when the first tear falls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-1890349652320160721?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-3858389958302663689.post-3777754049034926158</id><published>2011-07-14T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:36:57.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised that it doesn't matter if you say sorry first after an argument. cos no matter who apologises first the other party will surely feel a sense of achievement and some what subconsciously feel that they are right. thus, everything you screamed to them during the argument which you sincerely hope they change and do something about it just goes to waste. cos you lost and they won. its all just a game isnt it. there will always be a loser and a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well and if you don't apologise then you are the bitch who refuse to let the argument die down. either way you're screwed. its just short term or long term.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-3232344534790663633</id><published>2011-07-13T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:13:22.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im pathetic. i can't control my own emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3232344534790663633?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3232344534790663633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-pathetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3232344534790663633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3232344534790663633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-8708906219938501825</id><published>2011-07-13T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:08:43.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't believe i have to go back to school tomorrow and start doing all those shit assignments that i know nothing about, all over again. damn fucked up ah. no mood, dont even wanna stay in bed all day cos its so bloody hot. and i'll probably be changing my sheets once a week not once in two weeks cos of all the sweat. gross? yea. my house has no ventilation whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, what a bad start to the first day of school. totally blaming myself too cos if i didn't fail i would be starting school next week. fml much srsly. and there are s many things i wanna do but money is such a mofo prob nowadays. bloody stressed.  FMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFML K BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-8708906219938501825?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/8708906219938501825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-cant-believe-i-have-to-go-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/8708906219938501825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/8708906219938501825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-cant-believe-i-have-to-go-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-3427111752111170481</id><published>2011-07-12T05:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T05:28:32.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy half year baby. i guess its true that time flies when you're having fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3427111752111170481?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3427111752111170481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-half-year-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3427111752111170481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3427111752111170481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-half-year-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-3505685689304731533</id><published>2011-07-09T04:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T04:28:36.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dr Marti Olsen Laney, author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Introvert Advantage&lt;/span&gt; found that introverts get their energy from their own selves. Like their emotions, ideas and impressions of the world around them. In other words, talking to someone about their problems only works if you're an extroverted person. For introverts, Laney argues that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best thing you can offer is silence to give her the chance to process her thoughts&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cleo, July issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL SEE JOSH ITS BAD (for me) IF I TELL YOU EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When men are feeling down, they don't tell each other "Whats going on bro? Go ahead and cry." They head to a pub to watch soccer. It might seem cold but what it tells the other person is that when you're ready to talk, im here to listen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true. i hate it when people force me to tell them whats wrong. if i wanna say, I WILL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3505685689304731533?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3505685689304731533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/dr-marti-olsen-laney-author-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3505685689304731533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3505685689304731533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/dr-marti-olsen-laney-author-of.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-3905683141106812942</id><published>2011-07-08T09:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:04:52.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pandora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Micha F. Lindemans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Greek mythology, Pandora was the first woman on earth. Zeus ordered Hephaestus, the god of craftsmanship, to create her and he did, using &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;water and earth&lt;/span&gt;. The gods endowed her with many talents; Aphrodite gave her beauty, Apollo music, Hermes persuasion, and so forth. Hence her name: Pandora, "all-gifted".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus took vengeance by presenting Pandora to Epimetheus,  Prometheus' brother. With her, Pandora had a jar which she was not to  open under any circumstance. Impelled by her natural curiosity, Pandora  opened the jar, and all evil contained escaped and spread over the  earth. She hastened to close the lid, but the whole contents of the jar  had escaped, except for one thing which lay at the bottom, and that was  Hope. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER interesting haha. no wonder girls like to cry. made of earth and water lmao. and and girls have EVERYTHING. haha like all the talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya but apparently girls cause alot of trouble --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-i was actually rudely interrupted at this point by a small black jumping spider. you know, the ones that you can never catch with a tissue cos they will jump and you'll be like "homg (run for cover)" so i drowned it in deodorant and water then slammed an old magazine on it. WHOSE JUMPING NOW YOU EIGHT (i actually typed EGG, lol, proof reading ftw) LEGGED FREAK.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, girls cause alot of trouble -mostly self inflicted-, then start crying in despair cos pandora, being a bitch, left Hope in her stupid box. HAHA SO COOL. i love mythologies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3905683141106812942?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3905683141106812942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/pandora-by-micha-f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3905683141106812942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3905683141106812942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/pandora-by-micha-f.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-930786139049964567</id><published>2011-07-08T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T06:40:14.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for facial w cheryl just now! ya, 10 hours ago and my face is still like, blotchy red leh. damn sad ah. cheryl's was like clear after 30mins -_- i think my blood circulation not good, SAD FACEEEEEEEE. anw finally intro josh to her haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck i just checked my timetable for next sem and 90% of my lessons are 830am lessons. omfg omfg omfg omfg i think of squeezing on the mother f* MRT all the way to dover i really wanna cry. fucking no mood sia. i was gonna say i wish i was working but if im working i may have to reach earlier sometimes and i can't even be late so NO I TAKE IT ALL BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-930786139049964567?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/930786139049964567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/went-for-facial-w-cheryl-just-now-ya-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/930786139049964567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/930786139049964567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/went-for-facial-w-cheryl-just-now-ya-10.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-6520912361914532317</id><published>2011-07-06T06:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:14:15.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess a  lot of people don't understand when i tell them about how bad my day was when i have a fight with well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;. last friday i had a fight with them and on saturday there was this dinner with everyone else. i waited and waited the whole day for them to call me and tell me the details of the dinner. time, venue, whether im turning up, etc. but nothing. you might say they were punishing me for the fight on friday but it was more than that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i was not wanted anywhere. trust me, i am not inflicting this pain onto myself. it just comes. and they won't hear me out. they will never apologise for something that was obviously their fault and irresponsibility. its been like that my whole life. dont get me wrong, its not the apology im looking for. its the acceptance. they may think its not a big deal that they did not inform me of the details and stuff. but i just suffered yet another blow from their negligence. emotional negligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still well up everytime i think about it. which is why i like to put eyeliner on my bottom lid. to force myself to keep the tears in. its hard to explain the pain in my heart. that's why when people ask me about it i can only say i dont want to talk about it. because i dont know how to and when i do, it always sounds a lot less serious than it is. you will never understand how i felt when i walked into the restaurant that day and saw them sitting together, looking perfect, without me. you seriously cannot imagine the hurt. and there's no use talking to them. because all i have to say is either 'rude' or 'useless'. my whole life i've been trained to shut the fuck up and this is why i only pen down my thoughts and why i am referred to as many of my friends as a 'mute'. because my whole life, i have been watching quietly from the outside, having no say. its become a habit. but its good i guess. cos it stops me from screaming shut the fuck up bitch to everyone that pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i too, will never understand why they so gladly accept her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; but not my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. stereotyping was never something i liked doing. which is why i never ever ever judge a book by its cover. its the heart that matters to me. not money, not their prospects (for now). yea, maybe im so pathetic that i feel close to anything that can give me emotional assurance. because i am so fucking in need of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me im lucky i even have them. i rather not have them and live the rest of my life not knowing how good it could have been than to have them and know that its never gonna get any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6520912361914532317?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6520912361914532317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-guess-lot-of-people-dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6520912361914532317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6520912361914532317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-guess-lot-of-people-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-469461429211190016</id><published>2011-07-04T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:05:34.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dreamt that i was eating a banana and halfway through i looked down and the banana was like black in the middle. then i turned around and asked josh if the banana is spoilt and he said yes and i bent over and vomited and vomited over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have bad dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-469461429211190016?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/469461429211190016/comments/default' title='Post 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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-3858389958302663689.post-2242460733840566185</id><published>2011-07-02T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T03:44:13.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take. give and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly, find that moment of peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-2242460733840566185?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/2242460733840566185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/give-and-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2242460733840566185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2242460733840566185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/give-and-take.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-1920672088534344363</id><published>2011-07-01T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T12:05:30.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never used to think of myself this way but now i think i am ready to admit that i do bear grudges. and some for a very long time. most, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dont really know whats the whole hype about xiaxue's post on 'Trust'. like duh, you don't trust ANYONE totally right. i'm not agreeing with her, im just saying its a matter of fact that everyone keeps a little something to themselves. duh. i mean sometimes i dont tell joshua what i'm doing and who i'm texting not because i dont trust him but believe me, i find it utterly ridiculous to give him a play by play of my life. seriously, who makes their other half do that anyway? i know, a alot of people. self check please, your partner is not your puppet which you control with strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still take my stand that i do not like josh to check my phone and so, i will not check his either. privacy. super important to me. i know that when my mom clears my room for me once in a blue moon, she goes through all my stuff. and a part of me hates it cos there are so many things lying around that if i wanted to show her, we would have been best friends already. so i strongly believe that privacy comes first. despite what people say, "if he has nothing to hide he won't be so pissed w me checking his phone/stuff". BULLSHIT, I SAY. slap yourself in the face people. you DARE tell me SERIOUSLY that when your partner checks your phone, there even isn't this TINY, TINY, TINY bit of unwillingness in you? despite you telling your friends that its mutual and you dont mind? i dont believe. everyone wants to have a part of them that they can keep to themselves that's why no one is really willing to open up to just anyone that they meet or let anyone go through their things for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if its about cheating then i think its all in perspective. like, believe it or not, i trust that joshua will never ever cheat on me. no matter how jiawen insists that all men cheat hahaha. i said this before sometime back, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people only get suspicious of people when they themselves are doing the same thing&lt;/span&gt;. and more often than other its true. if you talk to other guys behind your bf's back (guys that your bf stated very clearly that he does not like you talking to them), then you are bound to suspect your bf of talking to girls that you don't like, thus checking his phone and in turn making him want to check yours. mutual irritation. if you backstab your friend, you will be wondering what she's saying behind your back too. i guess its like karma. you are the one who did something bad first, and in the end you suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. this is not a topic on trust so please dont tell me it has no link whatsoever. just thinking of the small things we put our partners through when i believe most of the time we are just thinking too much. if you believe that your death has been predestined, then please also believe that everything that happens in your life has already been planned, written and read a thousand times by the big guy up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, VISIT &amp;amp;SUPPORT JIAWEN'S BLOGSHOP K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://badangdangs.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1118.photobucket.com/albums/k601/badangdangsshop/Badangdangslogolayout2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh,i blog alot so i will push up your ad jiawen hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-1920672088534344363?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/1920672088534344363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-never-used-to-think-of-myself-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1920672088534344363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1920672088534344363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-never-used-to-think-of-myself-this.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-4840785554379201398</id><published>2011-06-30T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:24:23.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny how I have a blog but no one really knows who I am.&lt;br /&gt;laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-4840785554379201398?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/4840785554379201398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-funny-how-i-have-blog-but-no-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4840785554379201398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4840785554379201398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-funny-how-i-have-blog-but-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-3244684762860177743</id><published>2011-06-30T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T00:37:51.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think, i'm really lonely inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3244684762860177743?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3244684762860177743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-im-really-lonely-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3244684762860177743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3244684762860177743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-im-really-lonely-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-2554714015155715063</id><published>2011-06-29T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:10:52.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://badangdangs.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1118.photobucket.com/albums/k601/badangdangsshop/Badangdangslogolayout2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihiii please visit jiawen's blogshop above and support pls! awesome accessories! click click click above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(( the stupid SIM invoice put very very clearly that my ER is a repeat subject. fuck sia i thought i can just hide it from my parents till i graduate. rahhhh. low morale now. fucking sian also. like forever making my parents unhappy ah. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自责 自责 自责 自责 自责 自责自责 自责自责自责 自责 自责 自责.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-2554714015155715063?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/2554714015155715063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/hihiii-please-visit-jiawens-blogshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2554714015155715063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2554714015155715063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/hihiii-please-visit-jiawens-blogshop.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-2095045084099927401</id><published>2011-06-23T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:32:59.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awww everytime i watch 13 going on 30 i cry. its undeniably my favourite movie ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-2095045084099927401?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/2095045084099927401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/awww-everytime-i-watch-13-going-on-30-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2095045084099927401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/2095045084099927401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/awww-everytime-i-watch-13-going-on-30-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-3714054563651673778</id><published>2011-06-22T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:26:59.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel like there's nothing to live for. while everyone is bustling about with their lives i'm standing still. i'm the only one thats left who can see whats wrong with everything and yet i alone can't do anything to change it. like swimming, constant struggle shall only drown you in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3714054563651673778?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3714054563651673778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-i-feel-like-theres-nothing-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3714054563651673778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3714054563651673778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-i-feel-like-theres-nothing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-6068076145727737320</id><published>2011-06-18T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T06:23:35.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Britney's Femme Fatale album is starting to grow on me. pretty good in my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6068076145727737320?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6068076145727737320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/britneys-femme-fatale-album-is-starting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6068076145727737320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6068076145727737320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/britneys-femme-fatale-album-is-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-281715500387904085</id><published>2011-06-17T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T04:05:15.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh wow i haven't charged my itouch in like more than a week and its still full bar HAHAHAHA didn't know the batt could last so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-281715500387904085?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/281715500387904085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-wow-i-havent-charged-my-itouch-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/281715500387904085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/281715500387904085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-wow-i-havent-charged-my-itouch-in.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7852888654996392500</id><published>2011-06-17T03:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T03:20:59.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like these few days im just on autopilot and i don't remember much of the day or anything significant. anyway, i think yesterday (wed) was one of the days where i travelled a shitload and didn't cab at all. yay me. went to school (clementi) to get my enrollment shit done. then travelled to airport to meet jiawen for awhile while she was working. then travelled to josh's house to see him like for 2 hours cos he was having nights out. yep by the time i was home i just blacked out on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking, there is something common among guys who've never had a girlfriend before. or you know, a proper serious adult long term relationship. being someone who has had her fair share of being a guys first girlfriend i noticed that they all have tend to treat their girlfriends like a princess. its not a bad thing for me duh, but its not good for them you know what i mean? they need to know that real relationships are not what they see on television, all rosy and happy and everyday is like anniversary day. its really sweet and all but just, unrealistic? i dont know. i know i sound like a party pooper here but i guess im just more towards reality. i have my fairytale dreams but i dont ever expect them to come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7852888654996392500?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-3858389958302663689.post-691252793586325731</id><published>2011-06-14T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:16:42.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>putting eyeliner at the bottom of your eyes is an awesome way to stop yourself from crying. we dont want black streaks down our face now do we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-691252793586325731?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/691252793586325731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/putting-eyeliner-at-bottom-of-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/691252793586325731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/691252793586325731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/putting-eyeliner-at-bottom-of-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-3064100248777651673</id><published>2011-06-13T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:56:56.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: do not get too attached to anyone because they are all going to leave one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3064100248777651673?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3064100248777651673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/note-to-self-do-not-get-too-attached-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3064100248777651673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3064100248777651673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/note-to-self-do-not-get-too-attached-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-5006277223719537815</id><published>2011-06-07T05:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T05:41:01.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay im tired and im having a headache, yet i can't sleep. super annoyed right now because i'm hungry too. its not like i didn't try, i went to sleep at 1plus and here i am now. it annoys me even more that i have no snacks at home. pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i don't know why people think its lame to blog. maybe because i have so many thoughts that i would just implode and die if i didn't release some of them somewhere. blogging has changed since secondary school. people dont give a play by play of their lives anymore, its kinda more like just a place for you to be a little more pensive and reflect on your life as it passes? i dont know. but blogging is definitely not lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-5006277223719537815?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/5006277223719537815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/okay-im-tired-and-im-having-headache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5006277223719537815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5006277223719537815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/okay-im-tired-and-im-having-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-6981559571113202812</id><published>2011-06-07T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T01:04:14.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think its bad enough that im not doing something that im interested in and this degree will follow me for life uh. then i'll spend my entire life doing something i hate uh. nevermind, will make the best out of it. sigh, spent my whole life being a nobody. when will i be a somebodyyyyyyyy. i try not to let failure affect me but i can't uh. im easily swayed and right now i really believe my failure is going to affect me. ugh, nevermind. i need to start hanging out with people with goals in their life who can inspire me. mm. im barely halfway through my life. i will get somewhere. yup i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6981559571113202812?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6981559571113202812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-its-bad-enough-that-im-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6981559571113202812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6981559571113202812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-its-bad-enough-that-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-5974295286274691950</id><published>2011-06-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:45:22.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TIME TO BUCK UP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-5974295286274691950?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/5974295286274691950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-to-buck-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5974295286274691950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5974295286274691950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-to-buck-up.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-6963752305997288912</id><published>2011-06-05T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:49:28.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do we deal with criticism? i guess sometimes we just get angry when people are spot on with whatever they are criticizing us with. my take is that we just don't care for criticisms that we are already aware of. sometimes there are just certain topics that are taboo. one of them for me, is studies. and i know people are supposed to want to do better when they are looked down on for something but not me. criticisms just bring me down further until i give up. so if you wanna see me fail in life, please, go ahead and keep talking about how stupid i am and what a failure i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats why sometimes friends are better. because they dont invade into these private spaces that are inside the corners of your mind. just tucked away because you are ashamed of the fact that you couldn't achieve what you wanted to. but i guess life isn't always a bed of roses and people who are closer to you are there to remind you and wake you up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know which to be thankful for. but it doesnt change the fact that it annoys the shit out of me when people talk about such topics. i need to convince myself that people are just doing it for my own good and not judging or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya everything is just fucked up now. super unhappy with my life. dont even feel like meeting with anyone but if i dont then maybe i will really lose all my friends so, bo bian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i like to push people away and see if they come back. i believe that if someone really regards you as a friend of importance they will keep coming back. i do it to everyone. i push everyone away at some point. just that sometimes, they dont come back and i have to go chasing after them because im scared to lose them too. fail. maybe i should stop doing that. because i really believe that if you love someone, you will break through all the walls to get to them. you wont give up even if they push you away. its a simple concept but not many people understand it. im getting tired of explaining myself. guess i shall just go with the flow, have no stand or takes on how i should be treated. because people just dont understand. im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;But nothing was worth it&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe it makes me real&lt;br /&gt;I’d thought it’d be easy&lt;br /&gt;But no on believes me&lt;br /&gt;I meant all the things that I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe it’s in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I’d say all the words that I know&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if it would show&lt;br /&gt;That I'm trying to let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I’m better off on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is so empty&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are so tempting&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how it got so bad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s so crazy that nothing could save me&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the only thing that I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe it’s in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I’d say all the words that I know&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if it would show&lt;br /&gt;That I'm trying to let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I’m better off on my own&lt;br /&gt;-sum41, pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song that always speaks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just one of those days where i just wanna lie on my bed and watch the world go by. just wanna feel what its like to be dead. to leave the worries to someone else. just cry it out. cry it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6963752305997288912?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6963752305997288912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-do-we-deal-with-criticism-i-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6963752305997288912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6963752305997288912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-do-we-deal-with-criticism-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-6652209917080474845</id><published>2011-06-03T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T03:15:40.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after today, i conclude that there is absolutely nothing to be thankful for in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6652209917080474845?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6652209917080474845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/after-today-i-conclude-that-there-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6652209917080474845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6652209917080474845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/06/after-today-i-conclude-that-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-3358071028436789240</id><published>2011-06-02T04:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T04:47:56.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what Napoleon gave Josephine as a wedding present?&lt;br /&gt;It was a gold locket &amp;amp; on the inside he made an inscription:&lt;br /&gt;Destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a beautiful show people, i swear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-1520483917480592321</id><published>2011-05-30T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T02:17:51.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im officially love sick. i think singapore should be one of those countries where its so safe we don't even need NS men to protect our country. naw, im just saying that. ughhghhghghghghghghghghgghhhhhhhhh. i miss joshua. sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came home from hejun's party. happy 21st hejun!! makes me wonder about my 21st. one thing for sure i'm not even gonna bother inviting some no-show people. and i so dont want it to be awkward cos i knowwwww how that feels. hm, just rly close friends i guess. thank god all my friends are sociable and pretty much know each other. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway so joshua and i had a debate about whether we would throw away our ex's stuff. i stood by no and he stood by yes. simply put, i would never throw away my memories. you wouldnt, no? but he thinks that if i read the letters and see the stuff that my ex gave me i would compare this r/s to that and pick on the little things. its not like that for me. i'm not talking about extreme situations like the room still being filled with the ex's stuff cos they used to stay over or whatever. that one must throw. im talking about stuff that they gave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally wouldn't wanna know that my ex threw away stuff that i gave them. cos hell, i spent a shitload of money and effort on whatever it is that i gave you. vice versa i would treasure everything they gave me even if we broke up already. its not a symbol of love, its a symbol of gratefulness. so i would never understand couples who expect their new partners to throw away stuff that their ex's gave them. i told joshua that even if we are getting married, only MAYBE, would i throw away stuff my ex's gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many aspects. like im a very sentimental person. and so much has changed. every little thing that could remind me of what was, i would keep. EVEN IF they are bad memories. im not gonna say its so that i would be thankful of how happy i am now. thats like bullshit reasoning. but they are my past and i would like to keep every single thing that helps me capture my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having said that, i wonder if i would do the same for my partner or if i would request for them to throw away stuff........ haha double standard much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. life has been treating me well. pretty much i guess. i'm slowly recovering from my unfortunate incident. and i'm just moving on from it. if i told you about it it means that i really do trust you even though we've drifted but you used to be my pillars of strengths so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it dont even get me started on why i've drifted from my friends. i feel like im just lamenting and lamenting. but rly v shitty what. sigh, let me try and be thankful for some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: -&lt;br /&gt;..........nope couldn't think of anything. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-1520483917480592321?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/1520483917480592321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-officially-love-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1520483917480592321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1520483917480592321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-officially-love-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-6693014184598085432</id><published>2011-05-26T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T01:51:25.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with jon and joyce today (: sang kbox then played l4d for awhile. after that joyce left and jon and i went to bedok to eat KFC. while on the cab to bedok i was wishing aloud that there would be a car to send me home after i eat. haha voila! when i was eating halfway joshua came into KFC. i had no idea he would come because i thought he would stay in camp though its his nights out day. but yay! haha i was rly surprised and happy to see you baby (: i'm lucky to have you joshua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6693014184598085432?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6693014184598085432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/05/went-out-with-jon-and-joyce-today-sang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6693014184598085432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6693014184598085432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/05/went-out-with-jon-and-joyce-today-sang.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-6052694778992634080</id><published>2011-05-15T06:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T06:38:50.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the funny thing is, I said u didn't care anymore for the attention but I think you meant it when you said I didn't care anymore which sucks obviously. but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6052694778992634080?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6052694778992634080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/05/funny-thing-is-i-said-u-didnt-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6052694778992634080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6052694778992634080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/05/funny-thing-is-i-said-u-didnt-care.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-1058472221724903692</id><published>2011-05-10T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T01:12:42.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what? i have been trying to phrase and rephrase my blogpost so that it does not seem too emotional or whatever but nothing sounds right to me. you might think this is another of my 'emo moments' where i just reflect and get into this pensive mood and sound all yada yada yada about life and shit. but this is real. i refuse to admit that its real but it is. and i can't live in denial forever because thats not feasible. i wouldnt say its karma. that would be cruel. sigh. i can't. i can't say what im feeling its too hard. so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-1058472221724903692?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/1058472221724903692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-they-said-god-is-fair-i-think-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1058472221724903692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/1058472221724903692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-they-said-god-is-fair-i-think-they.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-192520148713288609</id><published>2011-05-05T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:59:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha okay have been MIA for sometime. eh i had so many great ideas about how to use the money given to me by the government but i dont know why it has reduced to a pile of nothing. omg how to save money for the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway isnt it weird how once you reply a persons sms you feel like the onus isn't on you anymore to do anything? and how people can get angry if you didnt reply them YET when they are the once who reply you after a long time all they do is say sorry and expect it to be over. i guess you have to be more understanding towards those kinda people or there will be no friends left on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway what a joke. yesterday i had HMT exam but i brought my finance notes as well because i thought we were studying after paper but turns out we were too tired. so i put all my finance notes in geoks backpack cos its like bloody heavy. then after paper we happily went to eat and went home to sleep. AND I HAVE FINANCE PAPER TMR HAHAHAHA OMG HOW STUPID CAN I GET. so i dont know what im gonna do in the meantime w/o my notes hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-192520148713288609?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/192520148713288609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/05/haha-okay-have-been-mia-for-sometime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/192520148713288609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/192520148713288609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/05/haha-okay-have-been-mia-for-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-5573226236935106682</id><published>2011-05-05T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:48:06.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;DATE A GIRL WHO READS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;by Rosemarie Urquico&lt;br /&gt;(In response to Charles Warnke’s &lt;a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/dont-date-a-girl-who-reads/" target="_blank"&gt;You Should Date an Illiterate Girl&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;_____&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books  instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has  too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read,  who has had a library card since she was twelve.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will  always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking  over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when  she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages  of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can  never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the  street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating  on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the  author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who  read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Buy her another cup of coffee.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got  through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she  understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound  intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday,  for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in  poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know  that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the  difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to  make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your  fault if she does.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She has to give it a shot somehow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need  to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance,  dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up  to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come  to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and  again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or  two.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read  understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight  series.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at  2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea  and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always  come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are  real, because for a while, they always are.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst  and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your  lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will  introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the  same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she  will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your  boots.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who  can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her  monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better  off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl  who reads.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or better yet, date a girl who writes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-5573226236935106682?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/5573226236935106682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/05/date-girl-who-reads-by-rosemarie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5573226236935106682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5573226236935106682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/05/date-girl-who-reads-by-rosemarie.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-469408390105137692</id><published>2011-04-28T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T18:18:21.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really think its the influence of emotional songs but i feel awful right now. like nothing is going right in my life, you know? i think im cursed to never ever be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-469408390105137692?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/469408390105137692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-really-think-its-influence-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/469408390105137692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/469408390105137692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-really-think-its-influence-of.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-4418409949743055894</id><published>2011-04-27T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:09:35.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i can't believe i am taking time out from my bloody tight schedule to blog. tight schedule as in 8hours before i have to leave house for exam, and i still have 8 chapters to go and im not even confident for the 3 that i've studied for HOHOHOHOHO. yea thats what you get when you fall asleep for 6 hours before this. oh god. oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw baby im srsly sorry our timing is always the opposite! i'll see you tmr k love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-4418409949743055894?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/4418409949743055894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/okay-i-cant-believe-i-am-taking-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4418409949743055894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4418409949743055894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/okay-i-cant-believe-i-am-taking-time.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-6375589261323985878</id><published>2011-04-21T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:23:56.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after some time, there are just some people you realise you're better off without.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-6375589261323985878?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/6375589261323985878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/after-some-time-there-are-just-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6375589261323985878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/6375589261323985878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/after-some-time-there-are-just-some.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-823946365463025634</id><published>2011-04-19T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:46:01.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA I JUST THINK ITS DAMN CUTE. THE ERROR PAGE FOR TUMBLR. LOOK AT THE ONE ON THE EXTREME LEFT. ITS LIKE DAMN BLOODY CUTE HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgpqHLSCohk/TaxqcRrFgBI/AAAAAAAACTY/3DV6b1WST1g/s1600/tumbeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgpqHLSCohk/TaxqcRrFgBI/AAAAAAAACTY/3DV6b1WST1g/s400/tumbeast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596965470927683602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-823946365463025634?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/823946365463025634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/hahahahaha-i-just-think-its-damn-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/823946365463025634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/823946365463025634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/hahahahaha-i-just-think-its-damn-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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/-BgpqHLSCohk/TaxqcRrFgBI/AAAAAAAACTY/3DV6b1WST1g/s72-c/tumbeast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858389958302663689.post-4738896461755587394</id><published>2011-04-16T06:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T07:06:26.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what I can't stop thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;How we slow danced at the staircase landing for the first time even though we both didn't know how to and we just ended up twirling, hugging, and moving our feet slowly.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-4738896461755587394?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/4738896461755587394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-what-i-cant-stop-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4738896461755587394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4738896461755587394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-what-i-cant-stop-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-3810548260708411318</id><published>2011-04-14T06:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T06:13:06.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whine. employment relations is such a fucking dry subject. but i guess anything beats physics/math. WHINEEEEEEEE. my mood is so awful now. i srsly think im gonna fail everything. no joke. omg i hate studying. i hate hate hate hate studying. HATE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-3810548260708411318?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/3810548260708411318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/whine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3810548260708411318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/3810548260708411318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/whine.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-4411995968917523583</id><published>2011-04-14T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T02:17:18.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>university is like damn fucking hard please -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-4411995968917523583?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/4411995968917523583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/university-is-like-damn-fucking-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4411995968917523583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4411995968917523583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/university-is-like-damn-fucking-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-5866976907624967846</id><published>2011-04-12T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:55:48.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the course of studying for well, 2hours max? if you minus out all the time i spent watching Lizzie McGuire (shut up! i haven't watched it before) and eating..... i drank like a gallon of water :D hehe yay. yea not coke, WATER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-5866976907624967846?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/5866976907624967846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-course-of-studying-for-well-2hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5866976907624967846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/5866976907624967846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-course-of-studying-for-well-2hours.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-7198740182494313027</id><published>2011-04-11T05:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T05:35:53.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad.</title><content type='html'>He's staring at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting, wondering what he's thinking&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's talking 'cause talking just turns into screaming&lt;br /&gt;And now as i'm yelling over him, he's yelling over me&lt;br /&gt;All that that means - is neither of us is listening&lt;br /&gt;And what's even worse?&lt;br /&gt;That we don't even remember why we're fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of us are mad for nothing&lt;br /&gt;fighting for nothing&lt;br /&gt;crying for nothing&lt;br /&gt;But we wont let it go for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing,&lt;br /&gt;This should be nothin' to a love like what we got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know sometimes it's gonna rain&lt;br /&gt;but baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, i don't wanna go to bed mad at you&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want you to go to bed mad at me&lt;br /&gt;No, i don't wanna go to bed mad at you&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want you to go to bed mad at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets me upset, boy&lt;br /&gt;when you're constantly accusing&lt;br /&gt;askin' questions like you've already known&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting this war, baby&lt;br /&gt;when both of us are losing&lt;br /&gt;This ain't the way that love is supposed to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to workin' it out?&lt;br /&gt;We fall into this place&lt;br /&gt;where you ain't backin' down and i ain't backin' down&lt;br /&gt;so what the hell do we do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all for nothing&lt;br /&gt;fighting for nothing&lt;br /&gt;crying for nothing&lt;br /&gt;But we wont let it go for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing,&lt;br /&gt;This should be nothin' to a love like what we got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby this love ain't gonna be perfect&lt;br /&gt;and just how good it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;we can fuss and we can fight&lt;br /&gt;as long as everything's alright between us&lt;br /&gt;before we go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we're gonna be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-7198740182494313027?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/7198740182494313027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/hes-staring-at-me-im-sitting-wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7198740182494313027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/7198740182494313027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/hes-staring-at-me-im-sitting-wondering.html' title='Mad.'/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-4881149048117760669</id><published>2011-04-09T04:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T04:47:19.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was awake till morning yesterday and i saw my parents leave for their short holiday. funny thing was when i got back to my room i just felt empty. the house really has no meaning at all without my parents. no one to order us around, keep things in shape. i know its like i feel bothered when they are at home and they keep asking me to do this and that this and that but my dad said before it won't be long before they are gone and my sister and i will part ways to start our own families and all. this has always stuck in my mind and thinking about it always makes me sad. what your parents tell you will always stick around till you're old and they are the words that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway exams are in a couple weeks. ok i swear i will start studying next week. i think diploma was my downfall. everything was always last minute yet you are still able to score. now although im in university im still taking everything so lightly. geez. i think i will forever breeze through life like that and not make anything of myself haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-4881149048117760669?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/4881149048117760669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-was-awake-till-morning-yesterday-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4881149048117760669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4881149048117760669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-was-awake-till-morning-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-4597780587005893349</id><published>2011-04-08T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T02:50:50.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i admire you for following your heart and taking something that you love. but some of us just don't plan for our future alone. we are so desperate to take a degree that will definitely get us a job and we dont care if its a desk bound one because we want the money. we want the money not only for ourselves but for our parents to have a good life when they retire too and bank loans that will be due in time. of course you will get a good job and earn big bucks but to some people its more important because not everyone is that fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: this is NOT to start a war carrots&amp;amp;peas, just explaining the link (in my point of view) as to why some people relate psych to not being able to find a gd job and why its so important to them. psych was totally my dream when i was young and yes i do hate what i am doing now. ALSO not saying you will go to US and live happily ever after and dump your parents here la. NOTHING OF THAT SORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't PMS k love you! and your pills DO NOT MAKE PPL HIGH STOP SAYING THAT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-4597780587005893349?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/4597780587005893349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-admire-you-for-following-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4597780587005893349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/4597780587005893349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-admire-you-for-following-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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-3858389958302663689.post-255693462194589299</id><published>2011-04-03T06:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T06:25:09.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today joshy goes back to camp and reverts to stay in for the whole week. Yup previously he was stay out so we were able to meet every night. Anyway. We decided to meet at 4am for an hour or so before he goes back to camp for an entire week and i overslept. Yup. But but but. The amazing thing about joshy is that he did not leave after like half an hr or so. When i woke at 515 he was still downstairs waiting patiently. He amazes me :) his love amazes me. Awww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be jealous of my bf bitches ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858389958302663689-255693462194589299?l=thelasthello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/feeds/255693462194589299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-joshy-goes-back-to-camp-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/255693462194589299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858389958302663689/posts/default/255693462194589299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelasthello.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-joshy-goes-back-to-camp-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cherr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816429707075713482</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></feed>
