<?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-5044600006670100405</id><updated>2012-02-06T05:38:16.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-1783410357658216444</id><published>2012-02-06T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T05:38:17.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too busy?</title><content type='html'>I have a bad habit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing like that in reality, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but with my over creative imagination, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imaginations becomes reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what we call:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you think, what will happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we think gravitate us to what we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think of something in a negative way, surely, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll screw up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, if you think of something, just slightly more positive, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things always turns out better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to lock myself in my negative thoughts until I met someone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who had opened me up and showed me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is worth and what is not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you know what is worth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll learn to not think too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you expect less, think less, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THINGS ALWAYS COME OUT DIFFERENT, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAN WHAT YOU HAD IMAGINED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-1783410357658216444?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/1783410357658216444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2012/02/too-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1783410357658216444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1783410357658216444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2012/02/too-busy.html' title='Too busy?'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-58015736894884877</id><published>2012-02-03T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T05:23:49.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>I am not brave enough to jump into a quick-current river to save life, &lt;div&gt;I am not brave enough to sacrifice myself in order to save one's life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not brave enough to speak for human rights in front of my country's leader,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not brave enough to lead my people to peace and justice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not brave enough to do many great things in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am brave to admit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cry a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel lonely some times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be loved and hugged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be noticed by those who care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit and acknowledge my weaknesses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are what make me a whole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without them, I will not meet failure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without failure, I will not learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without learning, I will not know how to be a better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I believe, surely, if I start my steps towards being a better person, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this life will be better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You take charge of your life, You are what you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not be afraid to see your imperfections. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I define courage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-58015736894884877?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-3604228173858246034</id><published>2012-02-01T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T05:06:21.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfect</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you're not perfect, &lt;div&gt;Some people may accept what you think, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some may not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hurt, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You feel like tearing apart your heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You feel like doing something stupid to hurt yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why do we hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how do we not hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we don't care? When we stop having feelings? When our heart dies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, just let it pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let bad things go away on their own, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they are not meant for lessons, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let go, forgive and forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will I get to let go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-3604228173858246034?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/3604228173858246034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2012/02/imperfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3604228173858246034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3604228173858246034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2012/02/imperfect.html' title='Imperfect'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-8720885719623254762</id><published>2011-07-25T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T07:42:51.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to?</title><content type='html'>There are some time in life, &lt;div&gt;You'll come to realize that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the person that used to be important to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no longer is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or the person that used to care most for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no longer does that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spot light is not on you now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's on the others, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it sure hurts a little to know that truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to push away the truth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted camouflaged lies, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted things to be a dream, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I wake up, I realize, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing is ever the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have self realization each day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and each day I pass it on with a heavy heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know I can choose to let it go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or to keep holding on to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the best way to relieve myself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is to let things go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon Voyage to everything I had in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past won't come back, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nor the future will give me the past, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has been done has been done, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has been said has been said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things won't be the same in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dates are different, the people involved are different, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thoughts are different, even the feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where to? Where to we seek thy feelings? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thy begone feelings? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote of the way:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The easiest way to chase away anger and sadness, is give it a smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-8720885719623254762?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/8720885719623254762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8720885719623254762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8720885719623254762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-to.html' title='Where to?'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-6670209434671186288</id><published>2011-01-16T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T03:19:21.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>There are moments, &lt;br /&gt;when I close my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;and listen to the whispers of nature, &lt;br /&gt;and feel the wind filling up the gaps within your heart, &lt;br /&gt;and suddenly everything seems wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments, &lt;br /&gt;When I open my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;and listen to heart breaking songs, &lt;br /&gt;and flip through photos in facebook, &lt;br /&gt;and see the so many familiar faces that will now be gone, &lt;br /&gt;and suddenly I miss them so very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are these little moments in your life, &lt;br /&gt;where you will truly feel that you're living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the little moments I have, &lt;br /&gt;to feel that, I'm still here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你真的不用來我回憶裡 微笑 -&lt;br /&gt;《寂寞寂寞就好》 田馥甄&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-6670209434671186288?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-1521286413519511818</id><published>2011-01-03T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T05:52:41.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Reopen</title><content type='html'>Happy new year, people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day where caterpillar crawls on their backs&lt;br /&gt;And butterflies fly using their legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesh, don't suspect anything, &lt;br /&gt;I am abnormal due to overload exhaustion. &lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so things are roughly okay. &lt;br /&gt;And do know I'm a big liar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It friggin felt like I had a two weeks holiday, &lt;br /&gt;And had to go back to school for my Form 4 lessons. &lt;br /&gt;Happy schooling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-1521286413519511818?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/1521286413519511818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-reopen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1521286413519511818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1521286413519511818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-reopen.html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-7843353476658265450?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/7843353476658265450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/12/farewell-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7843353476658265450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7843353476658265450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/12/farewell-2010.html' title='Farewell, 2010'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-5380905586475261932</id><published>2010-12-22T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:43:42.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtain Call</title><content type='html'>2010 is coming to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped through my old facebook statuses, &lt;br /&gt;Realizing just how much time I'd used there. &lt;br /&gt;Like, whoa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quoted, written, composed my own statuses in the year. &lt;br /&gt;And I favorite this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is but a straight road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, so much had happened this year. &lt;br /&gt;I can't even call this rocket, &lt;br /&gt;should this be the speed of light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I bumped into mistakes, &lt;br /&gt;I corrected my mistakes, &lt;br /&gt;I met people who were unique, &lt;br /&gt;I became friends with these aliens, &lt;br /&gt;My gang members coupling up, &lt;br /&gt;Us breaking apart into individual groups.&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever say life is a straight road? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's turned and twisted,&lt;br /&gt;It's exciting as hell. &lt;br /&gt;It may seemed hard at some points, &lt;br /&gt;but when everything's over and you looked back, &lt;br /&gt;You'll smile at how much you've grown,&lt;br /&gt;You'll laugh at the stupid stuffs you did, &lt;br /&gt;You'll taste bitter sweetness in these memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtain call, 2010. &lt;br /&gt;Good bye, and again, thank you for the beautiful year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all an early Merry Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;And may the coming year be blessed with so much more excitement. &lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, love and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-5380905586475261932?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/5380905586475261932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/12/curtain-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5380905586475261932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5380905586475261932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/12/curtain-call.html' title='Curtain Call'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-9056631669566241673</id><published>2010-11-27T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T04:04:40.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS?</title><content type='html'>PMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is an awful, weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;That makes your hormones go whoopsee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not very sure whether. &lt;br /&gt;This is due&lt;br /&gt;PMS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, really&lt;br /&gt;Wished, it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-9056631669566241673?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/9056631669566241673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/11/pms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/9056631669566241673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/9056631669566241673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/11/pms.html' title='PMS?'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-8003515613734199825</id><published>2010-11-21T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T02:48:20.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still breathing</title><content type='html'>What makes you feel alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can still feel myself, &lt;br /&gt;Breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes your life meaningful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to answer you, &lt;br /&gt;I'm still breathing, everything's meaningful, &lt;br /&gt;I'm a blockhead then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, everyone has their own way of defining meaningful, &lt;br /&gt;For me, I don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I just lived like one and half decade on Earth, dong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-8003515613734199825?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/8003515613734199825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/11/still-breathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8003515613734199825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8003515613734199825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/11/still-breathing.html' title='Still breathing'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-8519435501243360608</id><published>2010-11-20T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T02:46:16.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Response to Elaine's Recent Post</title><content type='html'>If someone would've asked me, &lt;br /&gt;"How's your form four life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give them a smile, &lt;br /&gt;"It was unexpected." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, unexpected seems like the best word to describe it. &lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, I've gotten into form 4, &lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, I've managed my studies, &lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, My friends coupled up, &lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, Someone came and went by,&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, I joined the sketch and drama team, &lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, I've been to a lot of places I never imagined myself would be, &lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, I planned an event, &lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, I'm now a senior, &lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, I kept onto my long hair, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much more unexpected events I could count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted me to continue this, I'd gladly do it,&lt;br /&gt;But maybe in another post? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a lot this year, &lt;br /&gt;about the past, the now, and the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past gave me knowledge, &lt;br /&gt;The now gave me answers, &lt;br /&gt;The future gave me questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always say, &lt;br /&gt;"Look at what you have and not what you don't have." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The now had given me answers about what I have, &lt;br /&gt;If I could substitute my answers into the future, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could solve those questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, some questions are not meant to be known? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences, is also one of the dominant element this year. &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much experiences I'd gotten, &lt;br /&gt;These EXP could have helped me in upping my level in the game LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;I planned an event, &lt;br /&gt;I rode a roller coaster, &lt;br /&gt;I drived a bumper car, &lt;br /&gt;I played bowling. &lt;br /&gt;These may seem like the simplest thing to you,&lt;br /&gt;But it held so much more to me, &lt;br /&gt;And telling me there is so much more, &lt;br /&gt;Out there, &lt;br /&gt;That I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these few are just a little part of the much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I await patiently, &lt;br /&gt;As time passes, &lt;br /&gt;To see what my future holds ahead for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the post seems a little unrelated to Elaine's, &lt;br /&gt;But never mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-8519435501243360608?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/8519435501243360608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/11/response-to-elaines-recent-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8519435501243360608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8519435501243360608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/11/response-to-elaines-recent-post.html' title='A Response to Elaine&apos;s Recent Post'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-3019537212602552711</id><published>2010-11-13T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T04:31:48.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I looked back, &lt;br /&gt;And smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God. &lt;br /&gt;For returning my patience with such a great gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is unexpected, &lt;br /&gt;when you think the road is dark and twisted, &lt;br /&gt;You just need to stay calm and continue walking, &lt;br /&gt;Someday, you'll find the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then happiness will be around you, &lt;br /&gt;even the simplest one,&lt;br /&gt;like having someone you loved around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say my thanks to my friends, &lt;br /&gt;For always listening.&lt;br /&gt;I say my thanks to my family,&lt;br /&gt;For always being there. &lt;br /&gt;I say my thanks to little songs,&lt;br /&gt;That had inspired me. &lt;br /&gt;I say my thanks to rainy nights, &lt;br /&gt;That had been my company when I cried.&lt;br /&gt;I say my thanks to sunny days,&lt;br /&gt;That had given me blue, blue skies. &lt;br /&gt;I say my thanks to windy days,&lt;br /&gt;That had blown away my depression.&lt;br /&gt;I say my thanks to rainbows,&lt;br /&gt;That had lit my face then.&lt;br /&gt;I say my thanks to everything, &lt;br /&gt;That had been a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you there, everything seem much more beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;Life, is beautiful, &lt;br /&gt;When you know how to enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had found my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's no longer a hopeless night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-3019537212602552711?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/3019537212602552711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3019537212602552711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3019537212602552711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-5399936706290221749</id><published>2010-08-28T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T07:13:06.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FATIGUE</title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to feel tired,&lt;br /&gt;once in a while right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did great, didn't I? &lt;br /&gt;I did my best, &lt;br /&gt;I kept my patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt, I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;I want a place to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-5399936706290221749?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/5399936706290221749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/08/fatigue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5399936706290221749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5399936706290221749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/08/fatigue.html' title='FATIGUE'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-6209547787831338481</id><published>2010-08-25T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:36:23.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe it,&lt;br /&gt;I had been in form 4 for nearly a year already.&lt;br /&gt;And I had been with these bunch of craze for ... I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;A year, maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer my gang to Free style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be of different sizes,&lt;br /&gt;We may be of different backgrounds,&lt;br /&gt;We may have each of our own stories,&lt;br /&gt;but we have the similar view point &lt;br /&gt;in a certain something all of us can share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may seem weird to you, &lt;br /&gt;for a group of people so different to be together,&lt;br /&gt;and talk about nothing but shit.&lt;br /&gt;But that's what I acknowledge of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;We have a free way of thinking,&lt;br /&gt;We do not hide true selves,&lt;br /&gt;We tend to be who we really are and real honest to each other,&lt;br /&gt;We just need to be ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;And we are loved and appreciated by each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we might differ our opinions between one another,&lt;br /&gt;We may argue, scream at each other, glare at each other,&lt;br /&gt;For stupid little stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;And how the world seem so dark and near its ends,&lt;br /&gt;We always managed to put up with the situation,&lt;br /&gt;And the next second we will be laughing around doing silly stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;and recalling nothing but laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Practically, we're all dumbies who don't remember why we argue,&lt;br /&gt;and what we yelled to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the arguments we had, &lt;br /&gt;the tears I've shed and the tears wiped away by them,&lt;br /&gt;the tears I've seen shedding and I've wiped away for,&lt;br /&gt;We all grew up and try to get along with each other,&lt;br /&gt;by understanding each other more through the hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know we'll stay by each other side. &lt;br /&gt;It may not last forever, but at least we're cherishing each other,&lt;br /&gt;In the now. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what makes my gang so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so proud to say, &lt;br /&gt;I've grown up, a little, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-6209547787831338481?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/6209547787831338481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/08/anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6209547787831338481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6209547787831338481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/08/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-3827978820936394442</id><published>2010-07-28T03:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T03:52:28.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital</title><content type='html'>It may not occur to everyone of you out there, &lt;br /&gt;but then the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems rather depressing to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love people watching. &lt;br /&gt;I love getting into a new environment. &lt;br /&gt;I love savoring every bit of detail in a place. &lt;br /&gt;I love being curious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not in the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;That place is rather complicated. &lt;br /&gt;I can never put those feelings in words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say,&lt;br /&gt;I salute the doctors,&lt;br /&gt;for their intelligence,&lt;br /&gt;for their kindness,&lt;br /&gt;for their bravery,&lt;br /&gt;for their sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rather subtle post,&lt;br /&gt;but excuse me with it.&lt;br /&gt;I conclude, &lt;br /&gt;the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;makes me depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-3827978820936394442?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/3827978820936394442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/07/hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3827978820936394442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3827978820936394442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/07/hospital.html' title='Hospital'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-1821774864437500644</id><published>2010-04-17T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:36:19.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>Ahh, I miss those days .&lt;br /&gt;When everyone would laugh their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;Without fear and without doubt, &lt;br /&gt;trusting each other with heart so full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there will be no ifs for turning back, &lt;br /&gt;because those were dreams of lies, &lt;br /&gt;thus all we can do, &lt;br /&gt;is remember our memories in our hearts, &lt;br /&gt;and create so many more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead on focusing on what I have lost, &lt;br /&gt;I will now focus on what I have, &lt;br /&gt;so I will know just what I want to become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both for myself and for the people around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-1821774864437500644?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/1821774864437500644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1821774864437500644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1821774864437500644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-2186088302339672344</id><published>2010-03-01T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:27:47.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With love.</title><content type='html'>With love, &lt;br /&gt;some people changes.&lt;br /&gt;Either good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;Too selfish, too generous. &lt;br /&gt;Either too much to share, &lt;br /&gt;too much to keep,&lt;br /&gt;Too much love, too much sensations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;people become vulnerable, &lt;br /&gt;towards even small emotionless words. &lt;br /&gt;People become so strong, &lt;br /&gt;that they're willing to sacrifice so much, &lt;br /&gt;in return of a solving for their unrequited love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Is the world to be changed?&lt;br /&gt;May love cease hatred, &lt;br /&gt;May love cease pain,&lt;br /&gt;May love cease tears,&lt;br /&gt;May love keep us alive?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. OR. No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;Random scribblings. &lt;br /&gt;I noticed I hadn't been writing for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;So I decided to come up with a short crappish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Even though no one is looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be the one who'll be taking care of you.&lt;br /&gt;My darling, sweetheart blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Mushiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-2186088302339672344?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/2186088302339672344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/2186088302339672344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/2186088302339672344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-love.html' title='With love.'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-1594432294813871124</id><published>2010-02-21T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T04:41:54.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>;_;</title><content type='html'>I've gotten all facebook feverish, &lt;br /&gt;That I came to forget I still have you.&lt;br /&gt;I promised to never abandon you,&lt;br /&gt;and now see what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog needs a little dusting, &lt;br /&gt;A little cleaning,&lt;br /&gt;A little decorating,&lt;br /&gt;A little writing,&lt;br /&gt;A little spams, &lt;br /&gt;A little smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's for a happy, random blog. &lt;br /&gt;Recipe still in progress, &lt;br /&gt;Though you know in what ever means, &lt;br /&gt;Everything needs time.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise you anything,&lt;br /&gt;My darling blog. &lt;br /&gt;Please no puking. &lt;br /&gt;My darling blog - yes please NO puking. &lt;br /&gt;Mommy love you, &lt;br /&gt;And mommy will come back &lt;br /&gt;Flood you with kisses, love and WORDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I will, and so I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-1594432294813871124?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/1594432294813871124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1594432294813871124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1594432294813871124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=';_;'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-6869390992541603426</id><published>2010-01-03T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T05:26:16.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Hello, 2010. :D&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe a year has passed.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a decade since 21st century. &lt;br /&gt;How time passes, Goodness. &lt;br /&gt;And I promised to not abandom this blog.&lt;br /&gt;See what I've done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were things that were&lt;br /&gt;Sad, Happy, and angry about, &lt;br /&gt;Last year. &lt;br /&gt;But it's a wonderful year, &lt;br /&gt;And I shall always miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem quite welcoming to 2010,&lt;br /&gt;but time ticks and it never stops,&lt;br /&gt;unless somone puts a stop to this sunday,&lt;br /&gt;And never let school comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-6869390992541603426?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/6869390992541603426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6869390992541603426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6869390992541603426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-5097102853013168548</id><published>2009-12-14T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:27:42.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned</title><content type='html'>Mee lovely baby blog abandoned for one whole month.&lt;br /&gt;And in this one whole month so lots had happened. C:&lt;br /&gt;We had KL trips, outings, Gatherings and all those.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, loves for November and December. &lt;br /&gt;Esp: our Genting trip 2009. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the memories, mah loves. C:&lt;br /&gt;And also, you shall not be abandoned again. &lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-5097102853013168548?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/5097102853013168548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/12/abandoned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5097102853013168548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5097102853013168548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/12/abandoned.html' title='Abandoned'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-1565997830235922878</id><published>2009-11-18T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:16:25.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Down</title><content type='html'>A recollection of yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Which everything was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know exactly what happened.&lt;br /&gt;But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly broke down crying yesterday at school.&lt;br /&gt;And oh-god-why-cant-you-cry-at-a-better-place.&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake I cried right outside the class when it's&lt;br /&gt;AFTER SCHOOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm feeling all scared and hopeless and cold.&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, cold. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was walking around alone in the school compound before.&lt;br /&gt;And then it was almost after school hour so i went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;I was already frustrated at the first go, &lt;br /&gt;So i decided to go out a second time, &lt;br /&gt;And came back feeling worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out of class after seeking someone,&lt;br /&gt;and broke down outside class without warning.&lt;br /&gt;It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be mentally disturbed. P:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-1565997830235922878?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/1565997830235922878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/11/breaking-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1565997830235922878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1565997830235922878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/11/breaking-down.html' title='Breaking Down'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-7738470804178642707</id><published>2009-11-13T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:36:16.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Noobie Jin</title><content type='html'>The gang's baby is finally 15. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we celebrated his birthday in Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;And at first transportations are a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of SUPERBOMBS come flying to us in every directions.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Goodies. And our main character Noobie Jin managed it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived at Jusco and wandered around in Popular.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a Wedding Card for J Square since he got wedded.&lt;br /&gt;Well,wedded,:D Yesh.&lt;br /&gt;To my bestie. CONGRATULATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had a super duper full lunch at SushiKing(Always delicious),&lt;br /&gt;and window shopped at F.O.S - wonderful clothes this season.&lt;br /&gt;And then's to the movie [2012].&lt;br /&gt;I'd say the effects are SUPERB, &lt;br /&gt;and there are tear jerkings scenes. &lt;br /&gt;To not give you spoilers, why don't you watch it yourself?&lt;br /&gt;It's a movie NOT TO BE MISSED and you'll have so much to feel-&lt;br /&gt;After that movie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we were done with movie, we're back to FOS.&lt;br /&gt;And bought J square a shirt. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the shirt HUNG ON TO HIM PERFECTLY.&lt;br /&gt;Wear them more often. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Kensington was okay, though, I mean, my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I should have ordered something else P:.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, the starter already made me full. &lt;br /&gt;And cameras non stop flashing. P: Oh Goodies.&lt;br /&gt;And blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to continue. &lt;br /&gt;It's raining here. But anyway, my mood is SUPER bad.&lt;br /&gt;I had a not very nice sleep yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And made me so FRUSTRATED for not enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And in the early morning munching off Add Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULL SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-7738470804178642707?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/7738470804178642707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-noobie-jin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7738470804178642707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7738470804178642707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-noobie-jin.html' title='Happy Birthday to Noobie Jin'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-1494439394527928772</id><published>2009-11-06T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:06:53.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Fever</title><content type='html'>I used to super hate this website. keke.&lt;br /&gt;But then when friends start to well up in FB,&lt;br /&gt;i started stlaking them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;br /&gt;And now as everyone does, I'm also -&lt;br /&gt;Facebook Feverish. &lt;br /&gt;Hope that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I swear to myself I should PLAY TO MY FULLEST -&lt;br /&gt;until next year which form 4 begins.&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit the form 4 and hooray to form 3! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR KACANG! (oops)&lt;br /&gt;Exclude Sc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-1494439394527928772?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/1494439394527928772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/11/facebook-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1494439394527928772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1494439394527928772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/11/facebook-fever.html' title='Facebook Fever'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-6841535279222589808</id><published>2009-11-03T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:02:32.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fandom</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching Pandora Hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Loves. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite of a confusing anime though.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind. Since I had fun, still.&lt;br /&gt;And I love the osts. &lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful, and I downloaded ALL of them.&lt;br /&gt;So now I can listen to it whenever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is Lacie.&lt;br /&gt;The music box theme for PH (Pandora Hearts).&lt;br /&gt;I changed my bloggie's playlist to Lacie now.&lt;br /&gt;You'll know how it sounds like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-6841535279222589808?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/6841535279222589808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/11/fandom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6841535279222589808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6841535279222589808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/11/fandom.html' title='Fandom'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-7720713575838150434</id><published>2009-10-28T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:34:08.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day KL Trip plus Station Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's rainin'&lt;br /&gt;It's rainin'&lt;br /&gt;The fugging sky is rainin'&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really raining. &lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly feeling SUPER lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Since we managed to finish the station games - &lt;br /&gt;Before the rain starts pouring down, &lt;br /&gt;and before the thunder wilds up as if it'll bbq you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm, let's bring up about the KL Trip yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the museum - to look at historical subjects.&lt;br /&gt;And my friends screamed when they say the word 'sejarah',&lt;br /&gt;which they had gone crazy revising for PMR. ==&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of suggers. Ahahah. &lt;br /&gt;And before we even knew it, we were looking at:&lt;br /&gt;-instruments(OMG, They sugged. ==" The strings on the violins are ... Like: "Strings 2 and 3 Wanted" I mean, they're missing ==)&lt;br /&gt;-Asean Exhibition(A lot of friggin things I dont understand. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;-Rocks (Ooooh, that's interesing. I saw Perak Man, superb)&lt;br /&gt;-Uhm, stamps or something. (Ugh)&lt;br /&gt;-PKM days (... I saw something in that hideout... OMG. haha)&lt;br /&gt;(Anyway you won't understand what I mean unless you're following my gang going around posting like idiots and screaming like ghosts. Okay, we're actually well mannered childrens, so we're quite - You know, PRAISED. WAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then around 11 something we arrived at KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this experient SUGGED.&lt;br /&gt;I love the museum better. Petro Science ain't a place for ALIENS.&lt;br /&gt;My ufo cant go into the door and it was stucked outside.&lt;br /&gt;And there were so lot of commotion. =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip it to TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station Game. OKAY, THEY SPILT OUR GROUP UNTIL WHAT'S LEFT IS:&lt;br /&gt;ME AND FATTY PEI, SUGGISH.&lt;br /&gt;And we were paired up with Yang. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Shitty hell. And blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;We're off to &lt;br /&gt;Station1 : Memory Challenge&lt;br /&gt;-I think I need to renew my brain GB &lt;br /&gt;Station2 : Personal Things into A line&lt;br /&gt;-Okay, they suggested we use bra. But I'm never doing that.&lt;br /&gt;-We had crazy things like shoelace, shoe undietone, necktie(whoa),hair(lol),but no one wants to take off their fuggin shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Station3 : Find the Key and Open the Lock&lt;br /&gt;-This game is SUGGISH. My leg is ALL Frozen in that ice water. &lt;br /&gt;-The heck they wanted me to look for the key with my legs bounded with two other girls, but lucky us to get the right key and the right lock in only one try. I LOVE MY LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Station4 : Passing Rubber-Band&lt;br /&gt;-Lucky that my straw was not really short. Wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Station5 : Spidey&lt;br /&gt;-... Thanks Yang for breaking the strings and making it easier for me to pass through it - but still my hair is glued. Shoot. And I'm all wet.&lt;br /&gt;Station6 : Blow the pingpong ball&lt;br /&gt;-I GIVE UP. (Haha, we lost again)&lt;br /&gt;Station7 : Blow the candles &lt;br /&gt;-But we're out of breath! Whatever, still full marks. We did it.&lt;br /&gt; (by holding our members and preventing them to slip)&lt;br /&gt;Station8 : Pull the bucket?&lt;br /&gt;-Uhm, I'd say the station master was too tired. Ahaha. I dont think we even played this game. Ahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my hair is glued.&lt;br /&gt;My black tee is white.&lt;br /&gt;And my shoes is lumped (Oooh, feet).&lt;br /&gt;I didnt wear my shoes. Ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. =^=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-7720713575838150434?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/7720713575838150434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-day-kl-trip-plus-station-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7720713575838150434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7720713575838150434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-day-kl-trip-plus-station-game.html' title='One day KL Trip plus Station Game'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-654275675677293337</id><published>2009-10-21T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:34:16.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperation</title><content type='html'>Desperate and craving, but nothing will return.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like all exhausted hoping and waiting,&lt;br /&gt;even if I don't look tired, &lt;br /&gt;I'm already very, very fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, I'd always have my lovely friends.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stay with me, during my hard times,&lt;br /&gt;and I know they'll still be there when I'm better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't it make you want to tell your friends you love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-654275675677293337?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/654275675677293337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/desperation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/654275675677293337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/654275675677293337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/desperation.html' title='Desperation'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-3418228571732542485</id><published>2009-10-17T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:36:44.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem.</title><content type='html'>Am I happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's happiness really like, though.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness has its own aspects.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with my life, my friends, but not some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what do you guys see me as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random, crazy fella who used to be a clown in a party?&lt;br /&gt;Or a quiet emo who used to sit in the corner glaring through you?&lt;br /&gt;Or just a plain person whom you never noticed?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I see myself as a complex person.&lt;br /&gt;Super complex. A mix of love, tears, angst, and some times hatred.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the last one isn't qutie true. Depends.&lt;br /&gt;People acknowledge me as an, alien. I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've been bothers by some things lately.&lt;br /&gt;Some things.&lt;br /&gt;And some not really big matter things.&lt;br /&gt;Slap myself on the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm bothered.&lt;br /&gt;So now what I can do is shaddup and listen to my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be best for me to lie to myself?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just, flows with fate's super natural current?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an answer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of questions.&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha. It sounds like another emo post.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just confused about some things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-3418228571732542485?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/3418228571732542485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3418228571732542485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3418228571732542485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahem.html' title='Ahem.'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-4753555563986362261</id><published>2009-10-13T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:56:26.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker</title><content type='html'>It's either me, hallucinating, &lt;br /&gt;Or, either I've gotten it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, it's really him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, when I was walking home this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I met an old friend form form one.&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm done talkin' to him,&lt;br /&gt;I turned to my normal routine,&lt;br /&gt;A small lane to my home since I figured it'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;But then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man, a Malay man, wearing red tee and red helmet.&lt;br /&gt;Poking his head out from the wall on the turning of the lane.&lt;br /&gt;And when he saw me,&lt;br /&gt;He hid himself back in the walls.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw his hands on his zip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I think I recognise this guy.&lt;br /&gt;And I qucikly ran away.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I wasn't too far from the main road.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw my form one friend.&lt;br /&gt;I told him there's a pervert in that lane.&lt;br /&gt;And he looked like me as if I'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. So I quickly ran back home.&lt;br /&gt;And I was shaking, but I've experienced it once.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not shaking like there's no tomorrow like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think I just met a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I'll never walk myself home again ALONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-4753555563986362261?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/4753555563986362261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/stalker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/4753555563986362261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/4753555563986362261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/stalker.html' title='Stalker'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-881025172832468984</id><published>2009-10-13T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:00:12.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>Muahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my *fugging* PMR!&lt;br /&gt;Though it's just a pass for me to form 4.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesnt harm to pass with superb*gulp* retuls aeeey'?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, remembering the past five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day (7/10- Wed) &lt;br /&gt;- Malay&lt;br /&gt;I was sucko.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous I peed in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, as if I'd ever do that. &lt;br /&gt;Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day (8/10 - Thurs)&lt;br /&gt;- Science, English&lt;br /&gt;English was so oh-right.&lt;br /&gt;Science was so Oh-My-Fugging-God how can they just-&lt;br /&gt;DO THAT TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CS never got used in Science so I'm waiting for a &lt;br /&gt;'Baby'. :D B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day - (9/10 - Friday)&lt;br /&gt;-Geography&lt;br /&gt;Okay, putting only this sub is a stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;I had yesterday killed me.&lt;br /&gt;And I slept whole day after I got home on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I vommited early morning after gobbling down fried chicken. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had a weekend rest. Wahaha. Syok~nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day - (12/10 - Mon)&lt;br /&gt;-Maths, Sej&lt;br /&gt;These two subjects surprised me like.&lt;br /&gt;OMFG hard works pay off to something nice.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;AH, and two fatties dropped by my house to rest.&lt;br /&gt;And Wriggly screamed when she saw Ying's old photo.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasr day - (13/10 - Tues IT'S TODAY!)&lt;br /&gt;-KH, Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha!!! WAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't have anything to say...&lt;br /&gt;But oh, when we were on our way back to school for Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;It's afternoon after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;We saw a snake in the grass,&lt;br /&gt;And for God's sake you'll walk away when you see it right?&lt;br /&gt;So when I said, "OMG, IT'S A SNAKE!"&lt;br /&gt;Wriggly who was friggin having this snake-phobia jumped.&lt;br /&gt;Jumped to the middle of the road, and vroom vroom.&lt;br /&gt;A lorry was coming by. &lt;br /&gt;And to*ahem*save her life*ahem*,&lt;br /&gt;I pulled her pinafore back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was safe, alright.&lt;br /&gt;But her pinafore........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY BABY!!! T_T T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, when I got back to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I'm not focuing so much.&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the wrong seat. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I was like - Huh? Why is my IC wrong?&lt;br /&gt;... Name : Yee Sye Ying.&lt;br /&gt;.... When was I named Yee Sye Ying?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG DANG DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SITTING IN THE WRONG PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, MERDEKA X7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR FREEING ME FROM PENJAJAHAN PMR,&lt;br /&gt;Uh, who should I thank? &lt;br /&gt;Uh... Minister of the Kementerian Pelajaran? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaaaacks &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-881025172832468984?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/881025172832468984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/wahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/881025172832468984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/881025172832468984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/wahahaha.html' title='WAHAHAHA!'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-953469371355611569</id><published>2009-10-10T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T07:00:02.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>I won't be around for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;I had tons of history to study. &lt;br /&gt;Though I'm done with KH.&lt;br /&gt;But not with Maths and Chinese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all fight for the FORM 4 PASSPORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all my pals.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all of you,&lt;br /&gt;Who's taking your PMR,&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever exam,&lt;br /&gt;All over the world,&lt;br /&gt;Or even aliens who are stressed up,&lt;br /&gt;With your own study. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-953469371355611569?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/953469371355611569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/absence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/953469371355611569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/953469371355611569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-4146728065988251116</id><published>2009-10-09T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:45:46.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppin'</title><content type='html'>*pops out from air*Yoohoo~&lt;br /&gt;How'd you do?&lt;br /&gt;Fine? Not Fine? Feeling yucky?&lt;br /&gt;And me? &lt;br /&gt;Guess my condition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we'll do another poem!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's called Poppin' wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;*slaps myself*&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, too bored. D:&lt;br /&gt;And this is no emo poem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I popped into the air&lt;br /&gt;Dissapearing &lt;br /&gt;I popped out of the air&lt;br /&gt;Appearing &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm stupid&lt;br /&gt;For poppin'&lt;br /&gt;Yet what else can I do&lt;br /&gt;Besides poppin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You popped into my life&lt;br /&gt;Bringing life to me,&lt;br /&gt;You popped out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Stealing a piece of me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I never really had been&lt;br /&gt;A single pop in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Had I just been something&lt;br /&gt;That's never seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shall continue poppin'&lt;br /&gt;Just like what you did.&lt;br /&gt;Having thoughts about&lt;br /&gt;Stealing a piece from people &lt;br /&gt;I'd popped into.&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care a damn&lt;br /&gt;If you just popped out.&lt;br /&gt;I'd thank you for going away&lt;br /&gt;By my favourite poppin'.&lt;br /&gt;At least you did something&lt;br /&gt;That I liked, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicating this to: Poppy Poppin'.&lt;br /&gt;*slaps myself again*&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha. I'd write an equation for you.&lt;br /&gt;Too bored + alien = Random Poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/StAdp1FpL-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Gv1QRmaHC7k/s1600-h/b7a4e071e583bd5d676f6f59bec7d9b31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/StAdp1FpL-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Gv1QRmaHC7k/s320/b7a4e071e583bd5d676f6f59bec7d9b31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390841358425075682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-4146728065988251116?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/StAdp1FpL-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Gv1QRmaHC7k/s72-c/b7a4e071e583bd5d676f6f59bec7d9b31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-1437085317059629530</id><published>2009-10-08T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:05:20.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading</title><content type='html'>Allow me with some random scribbles. &lt;br /&gt;Book-ing is somewhat boring.&lt;br /&gt;I've come to spam with a random poem that has surface my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;The sounds were unheard,&lt;br /&gt;The stories told were just nonsense,&lt;br /&gt;All the things we did were nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Not even mere memories to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all just a play?&lt;br /&gt;Where the stage is me? &lt;br /&gt;And you who left just after &lt;br /&gt;The show ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fading, fading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the memories fading,&lt;br /&gt;The smiles from you fading,&lt;br /&gt;You who faded from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will soon come to a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;Of what I should do with the stage.&lt;br /&gt;Of what to do to mend broken hearts and rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's fine if you perish off. &lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;After all, I've been like this for &lt;br /&gt;Many, many years. &lt;br /&gt;I'll soon come to find a new player,&lt;br /&gt;to play a game with me on the stage,&lt;br /&gt;to perform the play life had created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade into the shadows,&lt;br /&gt;Conceal yourself with darkness.&lt;br /&gt;So I may never see you again.&lt;br /&gt;And so even the miserable hearts and sensations,&lt;br /&gt;Would fade into nothing but dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicating this : to NOBODY.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's written for nobody anyway. &lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes teens just like to write something like this,&lt;br /&gt;and since I have some of those wriggling feelings to write a poem.&lt;br /&gt;This is born straight on direct inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;Comment in the postbox if you have anything to say. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-1437085317059629530?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/1437085317059629530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/fading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1437085317059629530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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post no worries.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, My confidence is not fading.&lt;br /&gt;It's just something shaking within me.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake shake shake.&lt;br /&gt;Where's my cha-cha shaker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Ssfrn93GM5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I5hypnyG0rM/s1600-h/b7a4e071e583bd5d676f6f59bec7d9b31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Ssfrn93GM5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I5hypnyG0rM/s320/b7a4e071e583bd5d676f6f59bec7d9b31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388534551025169298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are good bra, they support you,&lt;br /&gt;AND lifts you up when you're down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day with my Good bra. &lt;br /&gt;Good day with my lameness.&lt;br /&gt;Good day with my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;Good day spamming my blog. &lt;br /&gt;Good day booking. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-9163119655975846883?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/9163119655975846883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-ing-ooops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/9163119655975846883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/9163119655975846883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-ing-ooops.html' title='BooK-ing Ooops.'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Ssfrn93GM5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I5hypnyG0rM/s72-c/b7a4e071e583bd5d676f6f59bec7d9b31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-5586308745346364338</id><published>2009-10-03T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T05:09:59.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Out of Clutter, &lt;br /&gt;Find simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From discord,&lt;br /&gt;Find harmony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle &lt;br /&gt;Of difficulties,&lt;br /&gt;lies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPPORTUNITY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me,&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone fighting for&lt;br /&gt;World War 3 PMR exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-5586308745346364338?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/5586308745346364338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-quotes-stupid-quotes-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5586308745346364338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5586308745346364338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-quotes-stupid-quotes-from.html' title='Einstein Quote'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-6675060642139775520</id><published>2009-09-17T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:52:26.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERVERT</title><content type='html'>I'm putting this SHORT and ANGERED.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was walking home today. GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;I met some malay guy who's asking for directions.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I had no idea where the heck the place he wants was.&lt;br /&gt;And a kind person who'd think something might happened came close.&lt;br /&gt;With a car, were two ladies, they stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;But I was already parting with that man.&lt;br /&gt;So I walked down the lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that malay guy called me.&lt;br /&gt;"AH MOI!"&lt;br /&gt;I turned around.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;"OK TAK?"&lt;br /&gt;HE SHOWED ME HIS LITTLE BABY!&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU FUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him and just walked away calmly. &lt;br /&gt;But as I walked, I heard cars engine behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared it would be that guy.&lt;br /&gt;But he was already gone.&lt;br /&gt;Then I began walking faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;As if nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL I REACHED HOME.&lt;br /&gt;I was shaking like... what the heck. &lt;br /&gt;I couldnt even press on the phone's buttons.&lt;br /&gt;My hands were shaking so much that I thought even my leg was soft.&lt;br /&gt;My messages were all typed wrongly but I managed to correct them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before chilling down I went to bath.&lt;br /&gt;AND I COULDNT EVEN DO THAT.&lt;br /&gt;But after getting out of bath, I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;And instead of fear, I'm super angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was regretting WHY DIDNT I CUT THAT NOOB'S LITTLE BABY.&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE WOULDN'T BE A VICTIM NEXT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;LET ME SEE YOU NEXT TIME, YOU EFFER!&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE GONNA LOSE YOUR PRECIOUS PART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK OUT FOR YOUR VVIPART! NOOBER! GRRRRRRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-6675060642139775520?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/6675060642139775520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/pervert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6675060642139775520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6675060642139775520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/pervert.html' title='PERVERT'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-4712110401355881023</id><published>2009-09-13T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:06:53.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sunday Ka (Karaoke)</title><content type='html'>We went to Jusco today, as a promise of the end of monthly test.&lt;br /&gt;And the only purpose there was to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we arrived first (without Lip Wen and Low B Jin).&lt;br /&gt;And since there's no rooms, we've gotten the largest room.&lt;br /&gt;And that box was the first box I'd been into last year. :D...&lt;br /&gt;It was still big and spacy. Love it! &lt;br /&gt;So people started going high upon seeing the room.&lt;br /&gt;Esp Low B Jin, who came in 'OMG MY DREAM ROOM'. &lt;br /&gt;And you know, we started going crazy. Below were some crazy moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specialized one: &lt;br /&gt;-MJ moves&lt;br /&gt;-Weird Posts&lt;br /&gt;-Super high singing&lt;br /&gt;-Climax (secret)&lt;br /&gt;-Ming calling Ying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----STARTS----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqzpFfQnRAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kFSGcnRtSgA/s1600-h/9921_102917363054071_100000074223703_84030_7287340_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqzpFfQnRAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kFSGcnRtSgA/s320/9921_102917363054071_100000074223703_84030_7287340_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380931935300699138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All boys doing stupid moves, started by Rui Yong when asked to do something funny. Idea of post was given by RY. &lt;br /&gt;From left CheeKhai, Middle(the constipation look)Low B Jin, right RY and the back one with old man face is Lip Wen. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sqzod0yoeuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/H9q59mzDpRc/s1600-h/9921_102917329720741_100000074223703_84020_5077910_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sqzod0yoeuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/H9q59mzDpRc/s320/9921_102917329720741_100000074223703_84020_5077910_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380931253885762274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low B Jin playing dead and emo by the corner of the room. Taken By Jia Pei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sqzn6AapOpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Vi-YP0_RqRQ/s1600-h/9921_102917333054074_100000074223703_84021_508101_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sqzn6AapOpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Vi-YP0_RqRQ/s320/9921_102917333054074_100000074223703_84021_508101_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380930638531082898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low B Jin and Rui Yong doing the 'Muscle Man move'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqznxneYVQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/58ZaofO0qac/s1600-h/9921_102917336387407_100000074223703_84022_3600991_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqznxneYVQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/58ZaofO0qac/s320/9921_102917336387407_100000074223703_84022_3600991_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380930494396912898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 3 Michaels. They started going high with this move. From left Michael JunYung(Jia Pei's wrong calling for name), Michael JiaJin, Michael LipWen(Aiya... Our THEMJ3 is spoilt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqzpdfraVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X3jpI_P4Kds/s1600-h/9921_102917339720740_100000074223703_84023_665177_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqzpdfraVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X3jpI_P4Kds/s320/9921_102917339720740_100000074223703_84023_665177_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932347729958178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Noobie Pei, I dont know why they took this picture. But then, we were trying out the drinks. In the end we found out that Jia Pei's coffee sucks(thanks to Ying) and my drink is taken by Low B Jin. GIMME BACK MY ICE LEMON TEA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqzpyKkrNHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6-02hMWYJXc/s1600-h/9921_102917346387406_100000074223703_84025_1536439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqzpyKkrNHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6-02hMWYJXc/s320/9921_102917346387406_100000074223703_84025_1536439_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932702841812082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding Noobie Pei my Singapore Noodles since she said she's hungry. The others insisted on a photo. So this is the result. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sqzp-DKXI_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/bVAkCB1K9Xc/s1600-h/9921_102917389720735_100000074223703_84037_2886603_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sqzp-DKXI_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/bVAkCB1K9Xc/s320/9921_102917389720735_100000074223703_84037_2886603_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932907010827250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rui Yong, taken by Jia Pei. We were making him do this. XD&lt;br /&gt;A sign of : Take more veggies and you won't get constipation. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqzqLdeiFTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xoSRbWt9vSY/s1600-h/9921_102917399720734_100000074223703_84040_1463699_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqzqLdeiFTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xoSRbWt9vSY/s320/9921_102917399720734_100000074223703_84040_1463699_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380933137413051698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a soup that came along with Noobie Pei's set lunch. Okay, it tasted like shit. I don't want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------CLIMAX--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqzqZSokUNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SnOH7fdqlAM/s1600-h/9921_102917413054066_100000074223703_84044_5200592_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqzqZSokUNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SnOH7fdqlAM/s320/9921_102917413054066_100000074223703_84044_5200592_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380933375020519634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Noobie Pei... Yeah~&lt;3... We're kissing lah~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sqzqt-f0P5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/mROYhqevMaU/s1600-h/9921_102917449720729_100000074223703_84055_7777161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sqzqt-f0P5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/mROYhqevMaU/s320/9921_102917449720729_100000074223703_84055_7777161_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380933730392358802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying, calling her husband. And we sang to the top of our lungs to two songs, which made her screamed "YOU GUYS ARE NOISY!"&lt;br /&gt;-I WANNA STAND WITH YOU ON A MOUTAIN!!! *Rui Yong dancing to the lyrics) - WHEN YOU'RE GONE!!!! (Everyone screamed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sqzqlz5lKvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nGTTetxevrM/s1600-h/9921_102917433054064_100000074223703_84050_3003341_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sqzqlz5lKvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nGTTetxevrM/s320/9921_102917433054064_100000074223703_84050_3003341_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380933590108678898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip Wen super high with his old folks songs. ==" This is almost the end of the part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were few times when we want to take Noobie Pei's photo and she kept saying 'NO NO NO! DON'T TAKE MY PHOTO' while giving us a victory sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people started mimicking her.&lt;br /&gt;When the cameraman(alternative) takes a photo, they go:&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO! DON'T TAKE MY PHOTO!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after the ka-ing part. &lt;br /&gt;We went to shop for Ying's dad's present.&lt;br /&gt;Since he was super 'qi-dai-ing' for it. *rubs hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were few times when we broke up in the group.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst time for me was to be with Low B Jin and Noobie Pei.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my head... My poor head. /:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went back home. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-4712110401355881023?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/4712110401355881023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-ka-karaoke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/4712110401355881023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/4712110401355881023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-ka-karaoke.html' title='The Sunday Ka (Karaoke)'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SqzpFfQnRAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kFSGcnRtSgA/s72-c/9921_102917363054071_100000074223703_84030_7287340_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-6614650948313700328</id><published>2009-09-11T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:11:31.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 GANG INTODUCTION - 1ST PART BRIEF</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa! I'm here to introduce you our 38 GANG!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to write a full info on our members and buddies.&lt;br /&gt;Buddies mean the two noobies - Low B Jin and Wui Soh Yung. &lt;br /&gt;Plus Outsiders Khai Khai and Ying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajimemaste! Yoroshiku! &lt;br /&gt;(First time meeting you, please take good care of me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 Gang, it is formed this year - Jan 2009.&lt;br /&gt;And the sub part existed since last year - May 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Around there. There was originally a number of 7 people.&lt;br /&gt;But 2 left us this year, I'm sorry to say. But still, friends.&lt;br /&gt;We don't really have this name until the day I presented the birthday gift to Wriggly Pei with a frame marked 38. &lt;br /&gt;And thus, starts with our 38 GANG NAME!!! &lt;br /&gt;But our history is long!!! So forget about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 38 gang has its sub sided groupd such as the JinGak Gang and the Handkerchief Gang. We also have specialised words which are mimicked by some people - popular phrases stated below:&lt;br /&gt;-Nabeh (By Wriggly)&lt;br /&gt;-So many people die no see you die (By BG)&lt;br /&gt;-Si Be Ho Chiu (By Wriggly and Ying)&lt;br /&gt;-Zou yan san fu... (Canto: Human life is complicated - By BG)&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah~ (fat hiao style- BY Wriggly and Ying)&lt;br /&gt;-A. Noob B. Noober C. Noobie D. Noobiest (By Wriggly)&lt;br /&gt;-Ca ni! Ca ni! (Chinese: Stab you! Stab you! - By Jelly Popples)&lt;br /&gt;-Guai Lan (.... Hard to explain - By ... Who started it first?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too many. o-o... Please look onto the internet for youself.&lt;br /&gt;Visit! www.dontvisitthisifyouarenotdumb.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;:D! I'll welcome you with all my heart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 Will be either tomorrow or soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY TUNED!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-6614650948313700328?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/6614650948313700328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/38-gang-intoduction-1st-part-brief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6614650948313700328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6614650948313700328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/38-gang-intoduction-1st-part-brief.html' title='38 GANG INTODUCTION - 1ST PART BRIEF'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-745594385251837216</id><published>2009-09-11T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T04:16:55.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okaeri - Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>'Tadaii ma' is what Japanese says when they get home.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning 'I'm home'. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards, I'll try sharing some simple verbs with you.&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to learn as well. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;But sorry if the spelling is wrong neh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Zettai Kareshi - Absolute Boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;It's a japanese drama. I loved it. :D&lt;br /&gt;If any of you think that love is just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Watch this and try to change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Love can be given out of a whole pure heart, where there is no selfishness in giving and receiving. &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say love is best for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But do know that love is not just only the female and male love.&lt;br /&gt;But also it includes many other sides of it. &lt;br /&gt;Friendship, family are also rekated to love. Keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll leave the drama's synopsis to your searching.&lt;br /&gt;No spoilers ahead. :D... &lt;br /&gt;I love the ending theme song. It's sang by Ayaka.&lt;br /&gt;Name: Okaeri (Sweet Home)&lt;br /&gt;If you want to listen to it. It's the first track playing in my blog. I hope you enjoy it as well as me. Well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice seriously has a magnetic force that brings you into another world, full of dreams and imaginations. &lt;br /&gt;Love the song and her voice. I'll try to look up more on her.&lt;br /&gt;Ayaka is married to Hiro Mizushima in thie year's february. &lt;br /&gt;She was diagnosed with having Grave's disease (goitre).&lt;br /&gt;Hope she gets well soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hayaku yoku nattene" - Get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics below are Okaeri's. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;welcome home, sweet home&lt;br /&gt;a place to go home to yeah&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretending to be alright again&lt;br /&gt;to paint out the color of sadness &lt;br /&gt;i just laugh it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the importance of believing&lt;br /&gt;even if i understand it&lt;br /&gt;well, there are times when i still doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times when my empty body   &lt;br /&gt;just flows by&lt;br /&gt;it makes me want to just lie down, but&lt;br /&gt;i just want to hold you &lt;br /&gt;this feelings stab thru me so i can move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome home, im home&lt;br /&gt;with one word my heart is satisfied&lt;br /&gt;welcome home, where love &lt;br /&gt;has a place to go home to yeah&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to believe adults think&lt;br /&gt;only of themselves and they are cunning&lt;br /&gt;but there are people desperately trying to go back&lt;br /&gt;even screaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;i finally realized that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there’s is no such thing as&lt;br /&gt;one natural happiness in this world &lt;br /&gt;for your sake i was able to realize that &lt;br /&gt;by carrying this feelings i can move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome home, sweet home&lt;br /&gt;accelerating the speed of everyday &lt;br /&gt;welcome home, im home  &lt;br /&gt;there will always be this unchanging scenery&lt;br /&gt;sweet home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;search for the missing &lt;br /&gt;wound in your heart&lt;br /&gt;thing that made me fight and go on &lt;br /&gt;was because there was a “welcome home”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome home, im home&lt;br /&gt;with one word my heart is satisfied&lt;br /&gt;welcome home, where love &lt;br /&gt;has a place to go home to yeah&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome back, im home&lt;br /&gt;it’s alright because you are here&lt;br /&gt;welcome back, sweet home&lt;br /&gt;keep waiting, because i’m arriving soon&lt;br /&gt;sweet home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;welcome back…sweet home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-745594385251837216?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/745594385251837216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/okaeri-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/745594385251837216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/745594385251837216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/okaeri-sweet-home.html' title='Okaeri - Sweet Home'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-3733602452012132901</id><published>2009-09-09T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:51:37.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>After three days of tight scheduled exam,&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally a free bird! *flies*&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, it seems startling to the point that -&lt;br /&gt;The studying part went fast and quick.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to trial, seriously o-o&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these 3 days passes by so fast so meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still going with the home study school play mood.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really focus on the book when there's so much fun around.&lt;br /&gt;Noob noob pei and Noob Noob Jin's argues is really something&lt;br /&gt;That you don't want to miss out. Wahaha~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, while we're all strolling to the toilet and back.&lt;br /&gt;Noob noob Jin pulled on Ying's hair, and as revenge -&lt;br /&gt;She pulled his hair back while stopping 3 Indians in their track.&lt;br /&gt;They went like O-O.... While Noob2 Jin T^T...&lt;br /&gt;me and noob2 pei started laughing, all the way back to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I SEE ALL BLACK!!!" Was all Noob2 Jin replied after the 'case'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maths was SOOOOO effing hard. o-o&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it - Why do monthly tests are so hard?&lt;br /&gt;Like last year's sept month test, maths was so hard too!&lt;br /&gt;What the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Anyway, the main point is still ABOUT IT'S OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO HOOO~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we planned to go Ka on this Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;If everyone is convenient, we'll probably go. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Me lovies. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go shop for some books too. Keke~ &lt;br /&gt;Ooooh! And my dress for farewell, i wonder if I should buy a white one? Would it get messy or even get dirtied since we would be eating? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-3733602452012132901?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/3733602452012132901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3733602452012132901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3733602452012132901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-5477008245637485947</id><published>2009-09-06T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:05:33.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Junior</title><content type='html'>Wahaha~ I fell in love with them during Suju FullHouse.&lt;br /&gt;But since then I havent gotten any time to check on them.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry sorry made me fell MORE in love with them. Suju Rocks~ XD&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, sharing here with you is Sorry Sorryy Performance and another song titled Why I like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Shiwon's dance~&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Sexy KyuHyun~&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Cute DongHae&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=meQk4R7vMNo&amp;feature=related"&gt;Sorry Sorry + Why I Like You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-5477008245637485947?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/5477008245637485947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/super-junior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5477008245637485947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5477008245637485947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/super-junior.html' title='Super Junior'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-1038557112733138297</id><published>2009-09-06T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:31:34.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOKS II</title><content type='html'>This time it's still books.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry for double posting-nya! :3&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, book-ing from 12 something*break of one hour* until 4 something.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's enough for today.&lt;br /&gt;I can't study at night either. It's a nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;But still I think I will still do book-ing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I came to find that Form 3 History is quite nice to revise with.&lt;br /&gt;In 4 hours I'd done 5 chapters. Yeah.o^o &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it either. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha, so where were we? Books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, about that, I started Geography yesterday and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I found out that there's not a need to study geography. &lt;br /&gt;It's not like it's CS or so.&lt;br /&gt;It's just Geography - is a bullshit subject.&lt;br /&gt;SO I'D DECIDED TO LET IT DIE DIE DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Only morons study them - REFER TO *beep*.&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M ONE OF THE MORONS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, excuse me, I'm a bastard who'd just studied until her brain busted.&lt;br /&gt;So, *cough* I might as well go see my doctor now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS ALL THE MORONS IN THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;WE MORONS RULE THE WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORE A'S AND LET THAT UNCLE PIEW SHUT HIS MOUTH UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-1038557112733138297?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/1038557112733138297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/books-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1038557112733138297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1038557112733138297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/books-ii.html' title='BOOKS II'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-8014559643164462521</id><published>2009-09-06T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:14:24.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Cases</title><content type='html'>I'd say today was all bullshit even at the start of the day.&lt;br /&gt;My pet, Vincent went missing.&lt;br /&gt;So you know as a normal person, I'll look for him.&lt;br /&gt;I looked and I looked and I looked until I'm so scared I'd Lose him.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how I lost my other pets years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Then an Indian boy helped me with it.&lt;br /&gt;And thank God i found him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was still ALL BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pet was in a house, which, has a dog.&lt;br /&gt;And that (warning: I'm not going to use F anymore) fucking dog,&lt;br /&gt;Is that dog THAT BIT ME LAST YEAR FOR NO FUCKING REASONS!&lt;br /&gt;JUST WHEN I'M LOOKING FOR MY LOST PET AND CRYING LIKE WORLD'S END!&lt;br /&gt;IT BIT ME! WHAT THE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;And after biting me so hard and then, THE FUCKING OWNER DIDN'T SAY SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;So it's that fucker's house and that fucker's dog again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-^-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, thanks to all those years of petting.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent came out on its own safe and sound without having bit by that dog.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, seriously! I HOPE THAT FUCKER'S DOG GET HIT BY A MOTORCYCLE ONE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;DIE EARLY, STUPID DOG! AND TO SAY YOU HAVE A FUCKER AS YOUR OWNER!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END OF EMO POST-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next to which my NANNY WENT MISSING. HA-HA!&lt;br /&gt;No one even knew she was out until my maid said so.&lt;br /&gt;We went like WTH IS WRONG WITH THE DAY WITH SO MANY MISSING CASES?&lt;br /&gt;And my mom and I got out to look for her.&lt;br /&gt;And my mom, for no reasons - again! brought my baby brother out!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THAT FOR, MAN? WE'RE LOOKING FOR A PERSON? &lt;br /&gt;And guess what? It was ALL ME who looked for my Nanny as my mom sat in the car-&lt;br /&gt;PLAYING WITH MY BROTHER!&lt;br /&gt;I'D SAY THIS AFTER SO MANY FREAKING THINGS HAPPENED TODAY THAT HE IS A NUISANSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-^-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to where I FOUND MY NANNY EATING! T^T&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell us next time before you go off to some where?&lt;br /&gt;And she just wasted my precious little time to study~ Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;Nsda nada.&lt;br /&gt;And besides receiving a thanks, I was scolded by my mom because of my baby bro!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR, I SWEAR TO GOD NEXT TIME I WON'T GO OUT WITH MY MOM AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;UGH!!!!! AND NOT WITH MY BABY BROTHER AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;IF WE'RE OUT TO LOOK FOR SOMETHING OR WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll be so dead when she sees this. WHATEVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-8014559643164462521?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/8014559643164462521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-cases.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8014559643164462521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8014559643164462521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-cases.html' title='Missing Cases'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-4074518282744331989</id><published>2009-09-04T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T04:38:18.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books, Books, Books...</title><content type='html'>It's going to be our monthly test soon.&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying from 12 something until 5 something.&lt;br /&gt;And I think my brain will burst in no time if I continue,&lt;br /&gt;but still I have to continue later since it's rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam's on Tuesday (8 Sept).&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I still need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;For what purpose when I'd already gotten the school freaking A's.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a sentence to make some others unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm very unhappy right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone is unhappy now.&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to be smiling all that after all the book-ings?&lt;br /&gt;Not bookings. Alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History would be a nicer subject to book on, &lt;br /&gt;But exclude Geography and Science. &lt;br /&gt;And SHIT now that I think of it I still have Nilai-s to memorise.&lt;br /&gt;And not to say I will never use those moral values anyway. -^-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But it's my responsiblity to study.&lt;br /&gt;So I can't complain any more.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I just shut up and go die? :D&lt;br /&gt;Ah, no, no, sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I should just shut up and go upstairs and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOK-ING soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-4074518282744331989?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/4074518282744331989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/books-books-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/4074518282744331989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/4074518282744331989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/books-books-books.html' title='Books, Books, Books...'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-8994167806464958849</id><published>2009-09-03T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:26:19.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>-^-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In case you wonder, it's not a poem. The pattern happens to come like this o^o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little brother's screaming and crying like there's no end.&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake I don't even know why he's crying.&lt;br /&gt;And when he stopped it it was when my grandpa picked him up.&lt;br /&gt;What the Ef. MY EAR'S ACHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Older brother's like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake behave like a man sometime would'ya?&lt;br /&gt;And when he knocked on my door he would shaked his butt a little.&lt;br /&gt;Oh My effing god. &lt;br /&gt;Would he ever stop blinking his eyes like he's letting go electricity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest Brother might be the most normal person.&lt;br /&gt;Now he's over seas in Sandusky to work for summer camp college.&lt;br /&gt;Good sense of huour never left him but he's a little DV.&lt;br /&gt;Domestic Violence? (He loved WRESTLING ME! T^T)&lt;br /&gt;And his only liking for fun is LYING TO ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, they're weird creatures.&lt;br /&gt;I would some time yearn for an older sister. &lt;br /&gt;In which we would share the same clothes and room.&lt;br /&gt;And speak all the secrets my friends won't know. (It rhymes)&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's great to see that we're on such good terms.&lt;br /&gt;At least we wouldn't argue like dogs and cats.&lt;br /&gt;At least we could live in peace. &lt;br /&gt;But count the destructive little brother out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe your brother is cool, tall, handsome and mark it PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;But mine is just odd, and odder as their age increases.&lt;br /&gt;It's as if an alien is manipulating their mind.&lt;br /&gt;And I would say it's a weird alien for my Second Brother.&lt;br /&gt;Man, it freaks me out he's so girlie some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, if any of them ever see this, I'm going to be&lt;br /&gt;So SO SO SO SO SO SO SO dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-^-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry it's nonsense again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-8994167806464958849?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/8994167806464958849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8994167806464958849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8994167806464958849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-6429773553969800732</id><published>2009-09-02T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:31:47.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting</title><content type='html'>==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say we havent got any results, or would I say we dont get every result everytime we have meeting. First of all, J went all mad over late comers and asked us to do pumpings. Never mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting started off with the presentation of programmes done by me. Which in the end everything got canceled. Uhh... Anyway, we proceeded with discussing matters such as the theme and stupid things come running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beastminton (Nice one) - By Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;2. The Badminton Kingdom (whooooa.... So boring...) - Form 2 girls&lt;br /&gt;3. Black and White (Seems nice to me, everyone has to wear either the two colours) - Someone&lt;br /&gt;4. Up (Balloons) - LDJ (Anyway, he gave a stupid explanation ^-^*)&lt;br /&gt;5. Ocean - CWC (He intends every one to wear like fishes - Man, it's not a costume party ^-^*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up combining three-in-1. The (Black and White) Kingdom of Ballons. WTF? The penyerahan kuasa goes with hading over balloons. While we were stuck with the topic of lucky draw. CWC suggested bursting the balloons despite the fact that our Uncle Wong has heart attack - which we expect would end up being attacked by his heart disease suddenly when we burst the balloons open) Guess what he said? "Let him die lo~" Everyone gave him a -^-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lucky draw discussion eventually goes with sticking the balloons on the side of the stage and the VVIPs go pick them out with numbers sticked on the balloons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, still, many programmes were canceled because it's not a dinner and dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we were discussing, our Comedy King CWC was doing stupid dances (mimickin' MJ, doing silent dance moves) so we decided for him to be on the COMEDY PROGRAMME with his fellow members. Pray for them, would we? His face went like OMFG when J put his name on the list. And all of us went WHOOOO! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they came with the comedy theme :  Beauty and the Beast (CWC as the Beauty and LDJ as the Beast). But then turned into something like : Beauty, Bitch and the Beast. They cracked stupid jokes like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CWC: Ahaha! We'll get Uncle Wong fired up with his long-time-no-use-gun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously a tiring meeting. -^-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any satisfying results anyway. Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was a mess. Anyway, I'm going to nap now. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-6429773553969800732?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/6429773553969800732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6429773553969800732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6429773553969800732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/09/meeting.html' title='Meeting'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-5269161998641294179</id><published>2009-08-26T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:02:40.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh, so, we went to someone's birthday party at jusco yesterday. I wouldn't say it's all fun, but it ain't all boring either. I think I had fun - in the beginning. ==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was suffering due -sudden-disease + bloody shit month's goodfriend. It sucks loads to see people screaming when I'm in such a bad bad bad mood due to... *ehem*.... But I'm still glad they had fun, well. ==?? I don't even know what I'm talking now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Flashbacks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Khai's mom needs to work so she sent us off earlier at around 9.30am. While we waited for the others, Ying and her bro plus Khai plus me sat in Hongkie Kopitiam talking random stuffs I don't really remember now. Too random. But I remember something about Potong Saga and the red Proton Wira passing by with tons of punks jumping out from the damned car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we entered Jusco(it's finally OPENED!), and I expect that birthday boy's message about the ticket. But too bad our mission failed since we're bored to hunger and Jusco just went alive. So it's not our fault. XD... And we satrted chewing into our MacDonalds. And then I saw two people popping from the side of the shop and I thought I saw Yue Hao which was a nightmare, but then I adjusted myself and looked again - Hey it's just da birthday boy WuiSoh Yung. Phew. I guessed I need to have my eyes check. ==... Omg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So they went on to the cinema later and we met up with the others and I finally saw my babies - Jelly and Wriggly. Well, for your info, I made a jelly fish key chain for her the night before so I handed her and guess what's her expression. It's classic - and I'm not sharing it with you - IT'S MY TREASURED MEMORY. 8D Okies, so later we were on the plan to buy WSYung's birthday present. We weren't amazed by anything in Jusco at first but decided on the 2 shirts for RM 50 in Gio(what's the name again?) something. ==? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were on dilemma between shirts and we paid off giving up on making our heads big. But we changed the present into something later, but it's a secret so I can't tell you about it. So then, it's card-hunting time. And we went to Popular to shop for cards. We weren't deciding much on the cards, but Genius Wriggly picked a card with a title 'What more can you wish for your birthday?', indicating "The present we gave him is more than he wanted, isn't it? This card is just peeeeeeeerfecto! (the present, it's really something)" And we purchased it right away. So for everone's share (Total = 50[shirts] + 3.50 [card] : 53.50) it's 9.50. ==... Hmm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when you bought the card you write something on it right? XD....But those bastards who were rambling about correction tapes won't come over and finish off the card-work. ==... Thanks to a second warning they came staright away.  And this is what everyone wrote. XD~ Ahhhhh~ I should have taken a photo of the card!!! &gt;&lt;!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Happy birthday! Good luck in courting *beep*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JP: Happy Birthday! Muaaaacks~ &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shirley : (You know what? She just.... T_T.... SHE JUST WROTE HER NAME!) Shirley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;QY: Happy Birthday! I don't know pig also will birthday one wor~ But I wish for the best of you to not get sent off to the butcher so soon! XD (That's one hell of a greeting.........)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The others just wrote Happy Birthday so it's nothing special. =="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we added a side note on it regarding his birthday present. XD But I won't tell you that. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, it's cinema time! As we tricked WSYung into something else and camouflaging the truth of everyone's writing a birthday wish on the card we bought earlier. It was totally a risk as thet WSYung jusy kept walking around with his pop corn and we need QY's super large sized body to block the people writing messages. XD.... Aahaha~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we entered the cinema - And it's G.I Joe. ==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me tell you a bit of the movie. About Duke, and his pal, Rip, being sent off delivering a bomb made of nano-tech. It was mainly about a man wanting power with the bomb he made. And something something. I would say it's a good show of action movie and a little sense of humour. But, it was full of DESTROYING EARTH. ==.... Man, think of it, I'm so worried the terrorists will 'mok' on the movie and start mimicking what they did in the movie such as crushing down Paris tower with the nano-tech bomb, T_T.... Man, it was a horrible sight. And they crushed into people's office and people's cars will I doubt the people who owned those cars would cry their heart out. ==.... And they kept on firing bombs which releases CFC. So, let's say the conclusion is mainly about : Destructing World's Peace, ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when we're done we went into the Karaoke room straight away. And there people became so excited they shouted to each other as if they couldn't talk properly without scremaing. ==... I nearly went deaf - but I already was anyway. It was still fun and then everyone starting singing songs and shouting to the speakers which to me, Wriggly and Jelly were suffering because we're sitting right next to the speaking. Our ear drums were blasted off into pieces that very day. *mourning over my ear drums* And we had a few sexual MV-s which the boys went SUPERB high. == &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we were sining to MJ's song, Jia Jin began dancing to his moves and we laughed our eyes and tongue and butts off. He's seriously all-to-himself-and-me-baby-phone thing when we started going crazy at first but he was mainly ALL-TOO-HIGH-AND-CRAZY eventually. Ahhhh, we should have taken photos abouth him dancing. But I managed to take a photo of JP giving me a 'V' pose but her fingers looked as if they are stucked in her nose for some reason in the photo. AHAHAHAHAHA!!! I can't post it here or she'll kill me. XDDDDDDDD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, in the end it was a ruckus. And too bad I wasn't in all my best mode since I'm feeling very unwell. Thanks to the *beeep*. ==.... Fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But still, I think it was fun. And we went home after going through a confusion in paying the money to the Karaoke staffs. While the ride home was a suffer for me since it's raining and I'm seriously feeling hight headed as though I might collapsed very soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway, after resting I guessed it made a big difference. That's all! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired from all the typing and all. See ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-5269161998641294179?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/5269161998641294179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5269161998641294179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5269161998641294179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-2354260761899772765</id><published>2009-08-24T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:20:58.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm going to go random. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*screams in delight* VK 53 IS OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT~ MY MY, HOW LONG HAVE I WAITED FOR HINO MATRURI SENSEII'S WORK!!! Bullshit, it's getting better and better - her drawing. And the story. T_T.... Why do you always give me a fugging cligg hanger. Make me sam si si ah ah ah ah~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, HOOORAY !!! I received one comment for my drawings in Deviant!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sooooooooooo happy!!! At least someone likes it, I thought it really holds nothing for people to like it. T_T.... And there are 35 downloads for my cutestyle DongBang! Thank you so much for your supports!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And while watching Shugo Chara, I figured out something. I havent's been updating my fictions and that's.... T_T.... No Good!!! I can't let it stay like this!!! I need to quickly finish up SC and so I can start with my fiction writing work. But anime are such drugs to anime-addicts like me. ==///&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder when I'll stop going crazy when Ikuto transforms into Death Rebel~ Crap why is he just so so so so hot~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Wriggly called me just now, something about our gang. This year does suck loads in some ways, but it's eventful. o^o.... Though not in the way. Uhm, it's hard to say but we're losing a lot of people around us this year. My family, my friends, my gang members. T_T.... We're even thinking of getting new gang members - but where to? Maybe sticking up a notice would work anyway? And I forgot to ask her is it only 'LIMITED FOR GIRLS' or it's an 'OPEN TO ALL' membership. -^- Ara ara. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, don't worry too much, baby, 'kay? We'll figure things out like they should be. Don't fret so much about it, anyway, it's nice to have someone around when things go wild, isnt it? : ) I'm glad I helped a little with toning you down, but still the great service goes to your lovely husband - doesnt it? He's the true JP-Saver. XD Whoopsie, your own specialised Ultra*hanger*Man~ &lt;333&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anway, we had a few stuck times talking about the problem over the line - then things come out... Quite odd. XD.... Ahaha, but at least the call ended with laughter. That's great. Better than sobbing and shouting the heavenly F word isnt it? XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:-* This is my lucky kiss for you~ Ahaha~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANyway, HAPPY HOLIDAY~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==......... This post is super random. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-2354260761899772765?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/2354260761899772765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/2354260761899772765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/2354260761899772765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-8996903901249025621</id><published>2009-08-21T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:42:13.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sham*wooohoooooooo*poo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ah ah, I've been using SunSilk for 2 years in a roll. ==... I think my hair is getting browner and it's turning gold if I stand under the sun, and the glitters arent coming back. They're like dry grass. o^o *sobs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I asked mom to buy me a new shampoo. Another product, of course. Since my sunsilk is finishing any way. She bought me Pantene. Well, I thought of Dove at first, since it's the first product I used when I was young. And my hair turned out pretty well that time. Right before I changed it to SunSilk. But, if you're asking for total cleaning, use Sunsilk, for anti dandruffs - Heads&amp;amp;Shoulderzzz, Uhm, black and soft hair - Dove, and a wonderful perfrumed-aroma plus soft hair, then Pantene. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's my report after using them. == But comes with better result if used with conditioner. Yep. So now, about Pantene, I think I like it. Well, of course I hate it at first since I can't make out any bubbles from it. But I found the secret to REMAKING BUBBLES with Pantene. And it's ------- Bath your hair in the shower while rubbing the shampoo together. There goes the bubbles. It only comes with a loooot of water and not a little. So I think my water bills this month would be EXTREMELY expensive. Okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, mom says it's fine for the reward in return for the Straight A's I've obtained in trial. :3.... I think it's fine if we can't get a white dress for the Farewell, I'll go with baby blue, or maybe satin pink. Those colours are fine with me I guess. Some times soft apple green dresses are pretty too. Well, I don't know, but I'm going to look forward for the day when I go out to shop them! :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just hope I have the chance to wear them. :3.... And I'm going to grow my hair loooooooooooooooong~ So maybe next time it's easier for hair-do. And  I've got lots of styles to try. Wakakaka~ And it's easy - only with a comb and black hair band. Of course, If you ask for something more, You can do it with specialised hair-do clips or so. No idea. I'm not much of a hair-do craze any way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhhhh~ I'm so going to have it loooong~~~ Try something new next year maybe!!! And I'm going to have to wear my contact lenses. ; ^ ; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I continue to abandon them, they'll go expiring in no time. T^T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And dad will have my head down for his seat. Sob*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching : Shugo Chara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Missing    : Blood + (A little memory)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listening to : Stupid Brother's piano playing ==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-8996903901249025621?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/8996903901249025621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-shamwooohoooooooopoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8996903901249025621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8996903901249025621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-shamwooohoooooooopoo.html' title='New Sham*wooohoooooooo*poo.'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-7369387169336042426</id><published>2009-08-20T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:44:39.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakakaka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;:X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What should I tell you? School sucks, and a hit and run happened just right before the eyes of many two days ago. And guess what the poor, shameful and no balls effing hitter just escaped right after he hit his victim. WHAT A SHAME, YOU BASTARD! I CURSE YOU TO GET HIT BY AN INDAH WATER TANK SOME DAY!!! ARGH! ="=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gee, I say, people! Get a life for the hit and runs! ==.... What a shame, why don't you just stand out and apologise for what you did damn bastard. If you killed her, you'll be guilty forever! And now, when you saw the victim, I swear I swear you'll FEEL MORE GUILTY for running away like that. HUH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever. Back to school. (- -  ll)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, we made.... Omg, I hate to say it. SARDINE GULUNGS for our ERT. It sucks so much. OMG, THAT TASTE!!! I WILL NEVER FORGET IT!!! AND IT LOOKED SO EADIBLE - BEFORE WE PUT IT INTO OUR MOUTHS. IMAGINE THIS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG, it looks soooo good &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Aaaaooooom *eats* &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; face goes green&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; face go white &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Yucks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guesss what, It tastes like shit. ==...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANyway, for some reason - i mean jams spilling out from the inside of the biscuit, the whole tray was of larvas. And guess what, ladies and gentlemen!!!! My biscuit was itself BAKED and BATHED in the JAM LARVA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T_T.... Omg, but lucky did we have the larva so at least it tastes sweet other tsating like PURE SHIT. == .... I hate to say this but, OMG, OUR COOKING WAS SOOOO BAD AND THAT BISCUTE MAKING THING WAS A FAILURE!!!! Don't get me on baking normal biscuits anymore, I prefer baking cookies with chocolate chips and cakes - which I remembered it was so good when we did that months ago. T_T.... I missed 'em.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that lazy bumbum JiBai, ==... Swings her butt here and there, kiss here kiss there doing nothing, such a lazy pig. Hey, you, go back home, get some sleep, sleep sleep sleep, wake up, eat, sleep again and sleep and sleep. Okay? I think that life style suits you best~ ;D... Don't you think it's a good idea? It's your dream life, isnt it? XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never mind that, I HAVE GREAT NEWS TO SHARE WITH YOU AFTER A LONG TIME OF STRUGGLING WITH THE SHITS OF BISCUITS AND HIT AND RUNS AND LAZY BUMSSSSS!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'VE GOT STRAIGHT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'S IN MY PRAAAA!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;; - ;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I knot it means nothing cuz' it's just trial. But, but, I  get to have my reward. I wonder if mom would let me. XDDD.... OMG!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's my stupid freaking crazy result I'm going to share with you!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese : 86&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Malay    :85&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;English : 92&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maths   : 94&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Science : 93&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ERT      : 93 *I think, i forgot. ; - ; )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;History: 88&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Geography: 90&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, but.........o-o....... Would you ever believe someone getting less a mark than the full mark (eg. 39/40) in their essay? And someone getting 96 in their Literature subjects? ; - ; .... Please, never NOT-BELIEVE it. Someone that OVER-SUPER-POWER-OMIIGOSHIE does exist. In this big, big, big planet. Everything happens. And human wonders. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing.... ; - ;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-7369387169336042426?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/7369387169336042426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/wakakaka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7369387169336042426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7369387169336042426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/wakakaka.html' title='Wakakaka!'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-2909357749912540853</id><published>2009-08-15T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:05:38.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppets, Masters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SoeTGv0gW-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/wj2h0__pUwE/s1600-h/photos+0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SoeTGv0gW-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/wj2h0__pUwE/s320/photos+0123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370422824787794914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for the poor scanlation~ &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sob sob~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HERE IS THE MASTERPIECE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-2909357749912540853?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/2909357749912540853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/puppets-masters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/2909357749912540853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/2909357749912540853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/puppets-masters.html' title='Puppets, Masters'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SoeTGv0gW-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/wj2h0__pUwE/s72-c/photos+0123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-8992829879926357788</id><published>2009-08-15T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:25:11.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANCELLING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;:3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have great news to share with you. Our Teacher in charged for KK decided to reject Pn. Marie's request to stop being our GP. Though I shouldnt be happy, but crap I'm so happy. Sorry teacher, you might have another tiring year, but we promise not to trouble you so much from here on!!! o-o!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the cancelling I mean for my news. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, then it's for the title only. Now we should go off topic. Oh~ I was working on a new drawing, it was lovely when it turned out. I'm happy with the results but I'm still not satisfied with the out come piece, I need to improve more to be able to compete with those in DA. :3! I'll try my best to beat clap-san!!! Wakakaka~ (in my lovely dreams)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still have a little touch up to finish with and when I'm done I shall post it up for you to it. And OMG, I'M SUPER HAPPY!!! My poster for my fiction is finally dooooooone! The Graphic Designers did it quite well. I cant post it up right here for it's sorta copy righted. But I'll try asking her for permission to share it with you. Though I'm hoping for a little more on the bombastic part, she made it peaceful, quiet and sorta creepy. It's simple but nice. XDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you so much!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now. I'm waiting for my upcoming comic. I hope my friend is able to get it for me. I need it so much~ LOVE THAT MANGA LIKE HELL!!! God bless me and her too, for getting both our fave. mangas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll update later maybe, with a new post. I'll see if I have anything to tell you. XD... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-8992829879926357788?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/8992829879926357788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/cancelling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8992829879926357788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8992829879926357788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/cancelling.html' title='CANCELLING'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-8607458405266596511</id><published>2009-08-14T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:00:48.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Farewell, no matter what it is, nothing in this world lasts for an eternity. Things or people will never stay together, as long as they stay together, they will too be seperated. Of all reasons. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I heard a very saddening news from my friends today. Pn. Marie decided to stop being our guru penasihat for Club Badminton. I'm not sure if she's just joking or if she's serious. I wasn's there when she announced the news to the others. I was shocked when I heard it, I thought we would have at least a few more years to have her as our wonderful teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly getting on to the news, I felt hopeless. It's like without her there, it's no fun, and the things we did were all nothing. I know it is tiring for her to become the teacher in charge for so many years, but, I really want her to not leave us like that. I know it should be time for us to be independant, now it's all on our own. We have no one to rely on now, other than Pn. Marie, not on other teachers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've never met such a teacher like her before. She was generous with smiles, claps, compliments, and she has a very sweet smile and sweet talk. Not to mention, she is a very strong person with a very kind heart. I don't ever knew such a person exists until I met her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to dispise the activities,  but thanks to her, everything made a difference. I love this club so much, including the teacher, the members, Without Pn. Marie, it's as if the club's going to crumble very soon. I don't know what to do. I'm struck with horror all of a sudden. But it's time to pull myself together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If she's really going to say farewell to us, this time's badminton farewell party, I want to make it into a wonderful party where people will remember them as a very special farewell. Not only to our form 5 seniors, but also to our beloved teacher in charge, Pn. Marie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to let you know what you effort you've paid to make this club a success, and we thank you for your hard work. Thank you so much for everything, for giving us the comfortable air-cond bilik peperiksaan for us to deal with our works, for treating us to meals surprisingly, for treating us like your own children, and deviding your love among us equally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We felt everything from you, and thank you for it. Thank you so much, Pn. Marie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're to leave us, I think it's time for us to be on our own then, we'll make this farewell party into a big success where everyone will always remember what club badminton did for FAREWELL PARTY 2009. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our AJKs, I hope you'll all help us to make this into a WONDERFUL party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With your cooperations, everything will come true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-8607458405266596511?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/8607458405266596511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/bon-voyage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8607458405266596511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8607458405266596511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-3072128705062573596</id><published>2009-08-13T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:26:46.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Imagine what we did today for half the day of the dammit school. == First it was the never ending assembly, though it was quite fun but my legs went dead. They off-ed themselves when I stood and I had to cling on to Fat Fish for support. Though fatty bum bum Pei today's stability is TOO GOOD to be true she didn't tripped. Good thing. Ha-ha. Try teasing me!!! Booboo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uuuuh, what we did at assembly? Let me dig out my brain to recall for a minute... Hmm, first it was... Oh, the HM coming in like a king. ==/// Then, I think it's a dance or something. Uuuh, I think I'll stop remembering. I only know it;s fun. Don't ask me more about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, we had a little meeting in Pn. Marie's room. About the farewells and such. Damn the clashing for the scout's farewell also. Though it's a mere coincidence, what should we do? == Fighting back means nothing. Geeee---oooh! Anyway, after that it was bored bored bored bored.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I CANT EVEN SLEEP IN MY CLASSROOM SINCE IT'S SO STUPID HOT!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the ERT room, though, it was soooooooooo cool I had to keep myself from falling asleep - but I did anyway in the end. == So, nothing special today. We're sort of discussing about Wui Soh Lou's birthday party - and something about buying him a pantie or so. I think a red one should be fine - hou yi tao, Chinese ma. :3 Red &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Red!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, poor him didn't get to invite his looovelie babeh. Kesiannya. == Wish you good luck la huh, Wui soh Yung. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I saw that friggin guy after school. Not referring to you who is it. But people who knows me well would know. Blek~ Haiz, I need to knock him out of my mind before it's taken its roots - it has anyway, so now i need to pull the roots out. Ouch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKAY, GO GO WONG ZHEN WEN!!! YOU CAN DO IT!!! WHOOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOOOOOOOOOVE THIS BLOOOOOG!!! AHAHAHA!!! I'M ADDICTED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is not a good thing........... o-o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-3072128705062573596?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/3072128705062573596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/schools-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3072128705062573596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3072128705062573596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/schools-boring.html' title='School&apos;s Boring'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-1376309246601626259</id><published>2009-08-12T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:53:48.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm feeling a little unwell lately. Sometimes on my back, sometimes my head, sometimes my arms, sometimes my tummie. == It feels ALL BAD. When the hell can i get rid of this bad bad bad feeling. Ugh. My tummie is making fun of me now. Get lost that damn thing. Anyway, since I didn't go to school that much I can't tell you anything special on it. &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can only tell you today I went to school in a heavy down pour which caused me to be turned from a freshly bathed happy mood down to a bad, angry mood when I reached school. Not to mention I was all wet and damn a dog was chasing after me during my walk to the school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now what, blame God, blame the weather, blame the rain. Anyway, choir competition goes very very very UNWELL. I guess that makes it a bye bye champion game. :x... Anyway I wasnt intending on getting my hands on the champion any way, and the singing sucks loads with some ammatuer in the group. == Dear Lord. *Cross*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The meeting for Badminton Club went,.... went by? I guessed that's all i can say about it. Since it wasnt fun or wasnt boring either - well at least at the last part. Maybe. No idea. I think I would rather prefer dinner and dance though, if it was only ONLY dinner it'll go really boring. Spell it out for you? B-O-R-I-N-G! BORING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now, I'm going to go see my doctor*food* to heal my tummie. But that didnt work since I ate watermelons and they're still grumpy. Gee. Ugggggggh, my tummiiiiiiiiie~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-1376309246601626259?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/1376309246601626259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/odd-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1376309246601626259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/1376309246601626259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/odd-body.html' title='Odd Body'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-5281296086189377952</id><published>2009-08-11T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:37:29.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself  I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself  I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself  I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself  I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself  I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself  I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself  I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself  I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself  I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SUCK SO MUCH AT BEING A FRIEND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT POINT AM I TO CONTINUE BEING NEAR SOMEONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUILT IS HAUNTING ME. I SUCK SO MUCH!!! UGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-5281296086189377952?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/5281296086189377952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/hating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5281296086189377952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5281296086189377952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/hating.html' title='Hating'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-6647816644146138722</id><published>2009-08-10T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:20:02.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pally buddies + Fun = School - I'm a great liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How's school, you asked. Well, how should i put this? Anyhow, I'll put it in one word - FUN. Ha.Ha. Come on, laugh with me. Don't get too cold over nothing. Actually it wasn't fun at all, though we've got great bunch of gangs in the class but everyone's so busy with their own things and Wriggly plus the other gand were talking so Jelly with me, decided to die peacefully at the golok tao of the class. Seriously, I don't think she would die with me, I think I would die first if she sees this. o-o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something special about yesterday was a super-damn-bloody-hell-long-assembly-which-pisses-me-off so much when I stand up I couldnt even get to my pace. Not to say Wriggly who stood nearly trippled over on a flat surface, thank God her elephant legs have enough base area to keep her stability. Ahaha~ There's some performace made me laughed the hell out of my lungs, imagine them exploding with air and contracting again~ &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's this performance for the Pemansyuran of Kemerdekaan Tanah Melayu, something like that. We've got Tunku Abdul Rahman, Tun H.S. Lee, and Dr. Thuraisingam if I've not mistaken. :3 The funny part was when one of our student introduced himself as the P.M. Oh God, the whole school was laughing so hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then also a performace min lead by Pn. Shahrul - I think her name's spelled like that. Two foreigners visiting Malaysia and she began introducing our country to them. Through the songs, she'd managed to get some scenes out from the lyrics. I'd say it was wonderful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the class though, was a bunch of rotting fungus. Including me, but exclude the ones laughing their ass off behind me. :3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I don't understand why I'm such a life noober. == &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wriggly just told me that and I realized I'm so lacking of Common Sense. As said by JiaJin's word, C.S. Funny. == .... So how do I increase my CS? Uuuuh........ No idea. What do I do? o-o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG. I'm so going to die once I get out of this society. God Help me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-6647816644146138722?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/6647816644146138722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/pally-buddies-fun-school-im-great-liar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6647816644146138722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6647816644146138722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/pally-buddies-fun-school-im-great-liar.html' title='Pally buddies + Fun = School - I&apos;m a great liar'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-892687390954716121</id><published>2009-08-10T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:11:24.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, seriously, I'm going crazy. Ahaha, you see these brain-washing Japanese comics like Maid Sama, VK, and also that damn freaking cursing but hella good read Korean complicity of Goong. ==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, anyone not interested in Japanese mangas and animes please don't ever read this as you'll never get what i want to articulate. :3 Since you're not so obssesed with them like me. And I'm half otaku since I LOOOVE staying at home - but cut out my tuition, I looove going English tuition. And only that. &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been too obsessed with Maid sama lately, something about a school president taking a part time as a maid in a maid cafe. Crap, it's not only that, there's also this damn damn damn handsome guy as the MC. T_T And thanks to him, in that manga, I'm feeling as much to want someone like him to live on this impossible planet. &gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want a boyfriend like him~ &lt;3...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why is he so freaking handsome and perfect for God's sake? == Okay, he (Usui) jumped down from the building just to get something for the girl president, named Misaki. And participated in an audition for Misaki and even jumped down from a stage so high that he broke his leg and arms. And he's a good cook and makes delicious desserts - just what I need. And also damn damn damn damn sweeeeeeeeet~&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARGH, IT'S BRAIN WASHING ME!!! THERE'LL BE NO WAY FOR SOMEONE LIKE HIM IN THIS PLANET!!!! UNLESS EVERYONE DIED DOWN AND THE WORLD COMES AGAIN IN A NEW LIFE FORM!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Frankly speaking, do ignore me since I'm going half crazy due to the brain wash of Maid Sama. And don't worry, it's a comic with no adult contents, only freshly picked high school romance. Fujiwara senseii's art is clean, and nice, though not incompatible with Hino Masturi senseii's more detailed art, the story line and the well potrait characters made me fall deeper and deeper into the story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to know one thing - WHY THE HELL ARENT THIS MANGA FINISHED? I'M GOING CRAZP ANTICIPATING FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vampire Knight too!!! Matsuri sensei why don't you keep your pace faster and let Zero meet Yuki already!!! And of course give them another kiss scnene - you gave them ONCE only and it's sooooooo short!!! &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone with the same term with me of the idea? :3 Need a longer kiss scene for Zero and Yuki ==~~~&lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe later afternoon? :3... Hmm, seems not like a bad idea. I shall think about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AWWWWWWW, I NEED A BOYFRIEND LIKE USUI AND ZERO!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OR HYUN JOONG!!! I'm not going to mention JaeJoong anymore as i find him a little over-doing stuffs lately. Though I'm still very in love with his voice, and he's gentleness, but sometimes he's taking too much spot lights on him. And surprisingly, DBSK's rumoured to break up doesnt make me as sad as I imagined, but still I don't want them to break up in such circumstances. They are a wonderful theme! And i swore to myself I would not die until i meet them in my life!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, I went off topic again. ==/// &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I should tell you about my shcool life? Here I go with a new post in school!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-892687390954716121?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/892687390954716121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/892687390954716121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/892687390954716121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/boyfriend.html' title='Boyfriend?'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-2721443274437183833</id><published>2009-08-08T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:27:44.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manipulation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't understand why the heck YOU.NO.2 - Short form as YN2 LIKES TO BOSS ME AROUND FOR MY EMOTION AND MIND AND MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's miserable enough to see your friggin sulking face everyday and just for cheering you up was hard enough. Man, and what do you say to me? I don't care a damn for your very precious someone's death? HELL! How do you ever know HOW i feel deep down when you're away from me for friggin 3 days! How do you friggin know I NEVER CRIED? ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you have no idea on what i prayed for her, then you'd better keep your effing mouth shut and keep yourself away from me. I can't say this in your face but I want to tell you I HATE YOUR MANIPULATION ON ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's my life, I'M THE CEO OF WONG ZHEN WEN SDN.BERHARD! What rights do you have to make decision on my emotion? I'm on my own! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't you ever tell me how to feel when I'm just trying my best to live my life to my fullest. Don't you know time is moving and you can't keep  on feeling sad for someone who'd left? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crap! I'M GOING TO FRIGGIN KNOCK IT INTO YOUR HEAD IF I HAVE THE CHANCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MAN, IF YOU CONTINUE TO DO THIS TO ME! I'LL NEVER RETURN TO YOU AGAIN WHEN I'M ALL GROWN BY MYSELF! WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR BOSSINESS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, seriously, if she sees this, I'm dead meat. ==.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But everyone have a limit in endurance, you better don't think you're the boss forever. You're NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-2721443274437183833?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/2721443274437183833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/manipulation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/2721443274437183833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/2721443274437183833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/manipulation.html' title='Manipulation.'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-324539453981074964</id><published>2009-08-07T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:01:45.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SnxXNVMapdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/V47wcl5HIKc/s1600-h/BESTskull-21.jpg"&gt;Now. now, regarding Wriggly's new post about my passed away grandmother. How should I put this? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not like I don't care a damn whether she's dead or alive, but I have a soft spot for her in some ways. Her death didn't shake me that much than I'd imagined, but that didn't mean I don't feel a thing at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was a day of extreme exhaustion, thus resulting my mood seemed to be Swinging more than usual. I had rests, I woke up, and I reminded myself - Grandma is dead. I felt nothing at first, but I recalled the moments where I would be seeing and greeting her everytime whenever I arrived at Perak. That's the first thing I'd always do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suddenly missed her croaked sounding voice and her loud complaints about her pains and life. I missed the sounds of her odd chuckle, her crooked smile that would reveal some of her still-there teeth, her shuddering shoulders whenever she was talking. I missed every bit of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I think of, would I still be able to see her next year CNY ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To see her around winning every bets in poker cards and everyone sighing and giving her their money and she would smile and laugh like she'd just won lottery? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't have much memory of her, but, I think it was a well lived life, some how. Inspite all her grumpiness, her complaints, she was strong willed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She had managed to live out more than a month than her originally planned life, she had fought her death by not giving up on hope and waking up every morning relieving my relatives, she had gotten so well over the month. I thought she would live for a whole year more, I thought she would still be there when I return to Perak on CNY next year, and for the coming years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt nothing at first, really. But all the rememberings made me so sad. I didn't cry for her, I wasn't there, there weren't emotions flooding me. But I felt the immediate urge to pray for her. I stood in my room and prayed for her. I remembered I told her in my prayers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You were a wonderful person. So strong, so cow. Your life is never meaningless. I wonder if I would have fought like you to God, you were critical and you were dying the last time I saw you, but you lived for a whole month later. And you disappeared so soon. Whenever I think of you on your bed, eyes closed and never waking up, I felt somehow upset that I couldn't see you off for the last time. I have boundaries, I'm sorry. Even though I never felt for it, but for this very first time, until we lost you to your maker, I knew one thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't a deep feeling. But for being to be able to know you, and once have you around was fun when I was young. Now that I recalled, you played with me inspite you were sick. You insisted on making me snacks when I told you it's fine. You smiled whenever you see me. You don't recognized me in the very end of your life, but it's fine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just want to tell you. I'm glad you're finally freed from pain and suffer, I hope you'll meet grandpa over there. Rest well. Please don't worry about us. We'll be fine. I love you, and bye bye. Please don't worry any more and rest well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I cried writing this post. I don't know if it's of exhaustion or sadness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's my prayer for my grandmother. But in Cantonese. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told my mom when she was heard the news, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Find comfort in knowing you were a special part in a well-lived life. Memories are forever locked in your hearts. Death doesn't mean perishing."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Through SMS. Of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, to those who have lost your family, friends or relatives. I need you to know, that life is short, fast, and sometimes surprisingly to go vanishing all of a sudden. I think I told you before, that a life is at its mean not for its period but for how we lived it. I need you to cherish who you loved and everything around you right now before you lose them and start regretting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My only regret was not to see my grandmother off for her last trip. Please forgive me for my absence. Until now, nothing has been moving me due to her death, but whenever i think about her, i feel somehow upset. I was glad I wasn't that close to her, selfishly, or else I wouldn't be taking my trial and I would be crying all day long for her death. I had that experience, and it wasn't a nice one. I hate crying over the loss of someone, I somehow felt I want them to be by my side forever. So, I was often shocked to hear someone passing away that suddenly. I can't count the number of loss around me this year. Not only the descendants, but also living people who had left my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandma, still, even though it was never strong and maybe it was not deep enough to reach you. Maybe it wasnt real from my heart or so, but I really want to tell you I love you. You have to know everyone loves you in Perak. Alright? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please take good care of her, dear Lord. Rest in peace. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I won't lock you up in my memories, I'll remember you as someone who was really happy, who loved gambling, who loved to complain, who loved my baby brother, who were so sick but still throwing a tantrum. And Oh dear, what a bad grandchildren I am. Shame to say I don't know my grandmother's name, I'd never bothered to ask at all. What kind of a human I am? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I SUCK LOADS. I KNOW. I SUCK! GO TO HELL DAMN ALIEN(ME)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-324539453981074964?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/324539453981074964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-grandmother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/324539453981074964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/324539453981074964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-grandmother.html' title='My Grandmother'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-8617969746721292113</id><published>2009-08-07T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:08:59.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Malaysian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SnwvD9OV4QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JWkc6Czx3rA/s1600-h/medium_flag_of_malaysia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SnwvD9OV4QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JWkc6Czx3rA/s320/medium_flag_of_malaysia.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216600939618562" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I can't say more about it than being mistreated due to discrimination. But let's all first ignore that shall we? Let's get on the good point on being a Malaysian for I've just had so many realization over the past few hours doing nothing but day dreaming about facts being a Malaysian. Shall we then? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see, we have different cultures, which results in alternating choices of food, clothes and even holidays! Instead of being in an only ME-AN-ONLY-ME races like the Western countries, I feel happy about having different races for examples like Indians, Malays, Chinese, Ibans, Muruts, Dayaks, and more? :3 Do you ever know that we, Malaysians are praised to be able to live in harmonisation inspite the fact that we have so many races in a country? Sharing the same air, the earth, the same room, we don't argue and we live as if it's normal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though we do, sometimes, narrow our eyes at different races and points out their bad points and such. But don't you ever realize that it's so amazing that you can just smile and say sorry when you bump into someone other than your race instead of pointing a middle finger at them and mouth the Heavenly- F - word to them like some of the people living in the West? I'd not say everyone of them, some of them are really nice people, but some are not. So the people I am referring to those with Mid-s and F-s are the Not-ones. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw an advertisement on TV and that made me feel so proud being a Malaysian. And probably you're laughing your ass off because of me saying I'm proud. But I'm persisting on itself, I'm really proud. Seriously. I recalled about how our old leaders had fought for our independence, I remembered them from the history and wondered how  they cooperated so well to give birth to the formation of Malaysia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And our culture is so rich, and what land resources do we own?  So much, so much, it's hard to find in well developed countries where trees are palnted everywhere. I might have said Japan was my dream land, and I wished to go to Korea, but I'm still happy to stay here. I might want to live in Canada, or other places, but i know it won't take me long to come back to Malaysia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you throw away other thoughts of mistreats and discrimination, Malaysia is a rather nice country, based on its food, culture, places, and people. Yes, people. Don't i even tell you i have a wonderful cousin who's a Kadazan? :3... Maybe not. But now you know. I miss them both who're now in somewhere in the 'golok tao' on Earth, but I;m sure they'll be back for CNY. ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until then, I shall update my blog more often. To share with you a part of my school life? I'm much not to keen on sharing with you my school life but instead of opinions on how i see things, observe and analyse and then express them out of words. I love it whenever inspiration comes to me even though it was inspired by a teeny thing. :3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe i will be writing about bugs next time, who knows? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT NOT SPIDERS. ==&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, congratulating JiaPei on her wonderful performance of her piano exam. I'm proud with you, and I'm glad your hard work pays off. I'm so glad my message brought you good luck and encouraged you, and i was even proud to the fact it wasn't a mere message but one that brings you such confidence. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And also your month of friend, I said i was glad because you were finally normal again. Who wouldnt be worried if it stopped coming for half a year - your case. Dear Lord, you should consider on seeing a doctor for medical comments. You get it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I'm in a process of letting someone go. It's not like he belongs to me, but I have this clear image he will never look at me. So would it be best for me to put him down? Though something tugs on my heart string, but i know it would be best for me to put it down. But this questions me, how? ==  I should just try my best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I know i might break my promise to you. :3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause if you want me to put someone down, it means exactly to cut off any relations with him - which would be impossible and means exactly for me to look at another guy. Which would be hard for now, there's no one like the target.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life's a bullshit of events, but a bunch of great friends often relieves me. Especially Jia Pei Baby, i seriously need to thank her for bringing so much joy and colour in my life and no this is not a confession. I'm so really glad I've managed to meet someone like you. Everyone must have friends, of course, but it's hardly for anyone to find their true friend in their short, brief life like a candle - Shakespear. Haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for being a chapter of my life, and i take great honour to have you as my friend. I can't imagine how i would have lived, maybe still leading a hollow, despisable and boring life with no friends caring what shit i do. Inspite my carelessness, my bluntsness, my selfishness and everything stupid I do, you have endured so much and have understood what means and why i would have done something stupid like those I've done so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for everything! :3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is OneShot, I know I'll live it to my fullest as long as I have you as my friend. Let's try our hardest for everything and to keep this friendship long termed and well polished. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to all my other friends as well, like Jelly who have been wonderfully supportive over the years and worrying my health like my mom, Handkerchief Zhong who had accompanied me with my craziness and stupidity, Fat Fish who had been the only one in the gang along with me supporting DBSK and having endless of bombastix 4th dimenstion outbursts.  And also two other people who had left the gang due to specific reasons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You two, too, had also bring joy and liveliness into my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would never forget how we'd laughed, played, joked, and even argued for something stupid. There might be a crack within the friendship, but I still hope we remain friends forever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY NEW MOTIVE OF LIFE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go to hell as soon as possible ------------------ NAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO BEAT JIA PEI'S BOSSOM!!! (Beats me - I'd rather die!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, okay, time to go serious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO BE HAPPY AS LONG AS I LIVE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOUGH SORROW WOULD FIND ITS WAY TO ME BUT I'LL TRY MY BEST TO SHOO THE DAMN BLOODY HELL THING AWAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But seriously. Only you do have sadness, you would have more happiness to share. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you then!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-8617969746721292113?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/8617969746721292113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-malaysian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8617969746721292113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8617969746721292113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-malaysian.html' title='Being a Malaysian'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SnwvD9OV4QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JWkc6Czx3rA/s72-c/medium_flag_of_malaysia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-3109829495019515700</id><published>2009-07-30T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:07:04.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I WAS STRUCK BY SUDDEN DEPRESSION YESTERDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although it was all a pass tense now, it still haunted me for the sudden out burst. I'm trying to figure out - No periods don't make me cry, I think I'm having slight depression. Those disease where it would lead you to ending your own life due heavy depression. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, if I try to look up upon it, with a smile and a laugh and all. It's as if everything suddenly felt better. So it's not depression either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe just STRESS? O-Oll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But seriously speaking, I don't feel at all stressed when I'm studying. It feels freaking relaxing and all i want to do after studying is sleep, sleep and sleep. And thus resulting in a heavy head - my conclusion on my sudden fever too because of too much napping. ==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. The month's bestie is visiting me. And I'm bleeding like hell - LIKE UEEEEEEEEEW! MY GOD! Why the hell am I telling you this anyway. But I'm praying here that You ain't eating when you're reading this paragraph. Like Gee, it's like really a real splatter or blood and to keep the repeating and repeating hygiene i need to change it 2 hours once. == Sanitary pads arent that cheap, you know. We're having a finance tsunami. Bull shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, studies been going quite well, i guess? ==" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still have Science, Maths, Geography Form 1, and Sej Form 3 one unit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How's that? Kekeke~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I wanted to share with you my drawings! :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOuld it be best for you to visit the website instead of me psoting it up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or it would be BEST to visit me and asked me to take it out for you to see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's deviantart!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://coloured-hands.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-3109829495019515700?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/3109829495019515700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3109829495019515700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/3109829495019515700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-294932201076561413</id><published>2009-07-26T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:44:06.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;:3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My baby Wriggly Low just updated her new bloggie, kekeke~ Something about she's a very lucky girl and I'm relieved she finally REALIZED THAT! I've been telling her all over again to cherish what she have and all i get is a "Man, you're long air." Okay, Bazooka her. == .... And now she's finally hitting it into her head with a hammer and a nail!!! o-o!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, I have to agree with the point, "If God closed the door, he will leave a window for you." Seems familiar, I wonder where you quoted that. Credit it you dumbass!!! o-o!! And yes, pain is a period of time like she said. Some times you feel that your life's a black hole, where everything good disappears around you and you go "DAMN! I HATE THIS LIFE!" But well, to think of another way, that's only a phrase of your life where you'd suffer, how would you know what lies ahead of you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As they say, a rainbow always come after the storm. I love this quote a lot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also i found that there's a lot of people being taken away from us this year, Wriggly, your grandmother, (I feel extremely sorry for your loss, but find comfort in knowing that you're a special part in a well-lived life. :D), Michael Jackson (A huge loss for the whole world, May you rest in peace), Ming Fu (I hope the police will return you peace and name, and also solve the case of your complicated death, Rest in peace as well.), and so loads of people. I can't remember the name but these are the people i can name out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some times we wonder, why are lives taken away from us? It's hard to understand why, but you do know when your maker wants you home, you have to return to Him no matter what. Unless He had given mercy on your for what we called a MIRACLE. Or else there would be no other choices but to leave our loved ones behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet, a life's value is not for how long it had lasted, but for how we lived it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A meaningful life is lived with love, smiles, sorrows, complications, success, and many more things. If it is a life with a straight road lying ahead of you, only waiting for you to step on it, what more would it mean?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every life has its twist and turns, up and downs, and that's what makes it a valuable life. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And always know that memories will NEVER be gone and they will be forever kept in your heart. Right? They won't die. Memory lasts for eternity. It is not for sorrowfulness, not for angst, but for the sweet moments that you've spent with them. :) Whenever you find yourself thinking about it, you'll smile instead of breaking into hysterics. That's what make us, humans wonderful. Because we share feelings, and thoughts together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though I'm upset with what we've done to Earth, but I'm still proud to be human - some times, when I feel the people around me considering me as a wonderful person, or when I laugh and fool around with them. It's good to be living.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is one shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LIVE IT TO YOUR FULLEST! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DON'T LEAVE ANY REGRETS TO YOURSELF! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DO ANYTHING CRAZY ON EARTH THAT YOU WOULD NOT EXPECT YOURSELF BE DOING, DON'T TAKE ON WITH THE DIGNITY, GO FOR IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE MY SELF! I LOVE MY FRIENDS! I LOVE MY FAMILY! I LOVE MOTHER EARTH! I LOVE EVERYTHING AROUND ME ---------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Except spiders. *shudders*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-294932201076561413?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/294932201076561413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-replies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/294932201076561413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/294932201076561413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-replies.html' title='Random Replies'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-233043392235821578</id><published>2009-07-25T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:33:36.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Mother Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From a documentary that i have watched just now, i came to realize how much harm have i done to Mother Earth and how horrible it is. All of a sudden i felt as if i should not be human but i should be a plant instead, -the blurness of mine suit it best-, but that's not the point.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of thinking about being a plant and helping out with air-renewing like an air cond, i think what i should do is to help save mother earth. Maybe it's like the heat of a pizza for my sudden passion, but i felt the need to do something. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So right now, my new dream is to aim foran ecologist. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd think about being a doctor - but not of my own interest but because they are well paid. I found it's not really my ideal job for my first choice was a vet. Now that I'd found something I'd be interested in,  Ecology studying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll need a biology degree - well i did some brief research on ecologist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But only with the degree means a shit for nothing, so i still need the passion and heart to help earth, and to cope around with plants, animals, and weather. Weather might be a problem to me, but not with the living things. I looove nature, I told you about that didn't I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want it to be all dark for my next generation, I want it to be still the blue, blue sky and where clouds will fly. :) I want it that way. Really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though my effort might not help at all, but I'll try my best to be at my best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to save Mother Earth, and please, if you're my close friends reading this such as Wriggly, please don't laugh. I'm serious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The documentary made me revised again why the hell am i human but not a plant? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there's one quote in the documentary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All living things had learned to cope with the others, and for all those years - millions of years, they'd caused no harm to the planet. Until, the story of human began.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's scary. Really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm thinking on lending a hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that's for me to become an ecologist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I may not have the long erm passion for it, but i hope it will last.Finally something came to me and for the first time, i felt bad to be selfish. I want to give than receive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if I have the chance, I'll fly around the world and help Earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll go to India, and give speeches, and I'll donate my passion and money in what i can help. I'll go to Africa, and I'll get myself a degree in saving people - Maybe I'll still be a doctor - and an ecologist the same time. I want to save people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what i want most is I want to save Earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't bear to witness any more harm to it anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And form now what i can do is to CURSE THE DAMN EFFIN FACTORIES TO STOP PUTTING YOUR ASSHOLE RUBBISH INTO OUR RIVER AND SEAS AND WHATEVER IT IS RELATED TO OCEANS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU EFFERS HAVE NEVER THINK ABOUT KILLING THOSE INNOCENT FISHES? NO? GIVE YOURSELF A BREAK, GO HOME AND THINK WHAT YOU'VE DONE WRONG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRY HELPING THE EARTH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;== GEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND ALSO WHY THE HELL ARENT THE GOVERNMENT DOING ANYTHING TO ENCOURAGE THE 3R!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COME ON, MALAYSIA! WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE'LL SOON GO INTO THE TROUBLES OF VALUING WATER AS IF IT'S A BILLION RINGGIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND WHAT ABOUT THE TREES? STOP THE STUPID PERKEMBANGAN AND LET THEM FRIGGIN GROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't need anything more but i want you to leave the trees alone! I don't want to enjoy anymore comforts, and I swear to God, YOU DON'T HAVE TO CUT DOWN SO MANY TREES BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPID PERKEMBANGAN FOR IT'S NEVER HELLA WORKING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to think of something else now instead of getting power over something, wake up and come to cherish what's around you before you lose it forever!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-And yes i know maybe some of you are laughing at me for being so... Whatever. I don't care a damn. I want to be an ecologist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the old theme again - SAVE MOTHER EARTH-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-233043392235821578?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/233043392235821578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/save-mother-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/233043392235821578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/233043392235821578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/save-mother-earth.html' title='Save Mother Earth'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-547226864337265355</id><published>2009-07-22T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T04:33:30.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A little confused lately, it's only trail. It's nothing to be worried about. Sometimes thinking about it over and over again makes me hard to sleep and i'm getting more imsoniac. Bull shit, i'll say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But well, still, it's just trial. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm trying to convince myself on that. But you know it never really happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a response to Wriggly low's comunication trouble with me, yeah, i think i have a problem with my brain and mood too. I'm sorta mood swinging here and there lately. A little thing can just friggin raise up my anger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sincerely saying sorry for shouting at you at class today. Sorry~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't quite mean what i say as you know i can just blurt out anything stupid because of anger without thinking. Please accept this apology. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so sorry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suck, i know. I'm such a sucker i dont think i'm good enough to be your friend. But i'll try my very best to put back the good pieces together so our friendship won't be spoilt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So sorry, dear...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-547226864337265355?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/547226864337265355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/trial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/547226864337265355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/547226864337265355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/trial.html' title='Trial'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-9222831185429244519</id><published>2009-07-19T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:41:53.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WENT TO CONTAMINATE WRIGGLY FINGER'S HOUSE!!! Kekeke~</title><content type='html'>Today me, and my 3B kingdom alieness went to contaminate Wriggly Finger's house. At first we decided to study ---- *cough* Geography and History and OUR TARGET IS TO FINISH ALL THE FORM 3 SUBJECT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you see, .... We're writing blog here~ *takes a sip of my 100 +*&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat* We only studied.... 1 and a half hours and NOW WE'RE HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okies, so that wriggly low just finished blogging. Something about emotional posts about 'someone', so i took the job as her typewriter in the first few paragraphs. And guess how it turn out to be? A big contrary of english standard of course~ Kekekekeke~ HAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's si be du lan.... Kekekeke~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKIES BRB TO EDIT. O-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get some things done. I'm fucking scared to hell because she's gonna kill me~~~ &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-9222831185429244519?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/9222831185429244519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-went-to-contaminate-wriggly-fingers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/9222831185429244519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/9222831185429244519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-went-to-contaminate-wriggly-fingers.html' title='I WENT TO CONTAMINATE WRIGGLY FINGER&apos;S HOUSE!!! Kekeke~'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-7764052888548646403</id><published>2009-07-16T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:19:22.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To one of my friend who's been thinking about her problems lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vaguely bringing out the topic, though. It is not meant to be a harsh fight back but to be something good in return of your consideration. At least you still had thoughts about our once treasured friendship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You had posted a lot of posts regarding the matters i can see, i'm not blind or that blur until the possibility of missing out those clues. Although we might some how mistaken your worries as some hints on the problem, but. Well. A pause. i dont know how to continue. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, you don't have to worry any more. I can see that you arent really that engaged in the conversation or the friendship you have now, but i still wish you all the best and all. You never know what lies ahead of you until you can clear the fog called dilemma and all the other problems that might occur to you in this road of life that has its twist and turns. You never know that you might be friends again with her - you know who i mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never stop believeing. Believe in something that is impossible is a good chance of chasing afer your dreams but never let negative feelings to fill you and make you stop in your tracks towards your wish. You've start talking with us, but what about her? Try speaking normally with her, even though you're not the bestest babies you can still be friends, right? Why the face and unplesantness? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try smiling and saying a hello.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You never know what will change with a hello.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even the other girl had become friends again with us, even with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about you? Would you want to have a difference in your friendship with her? Is it all that costs and worth for those memories we shared?  Because of a stupid reason of jealousness? Bring the feeling as something to not make you hate or dislike but come to a conclusion that it is going to bring you some where higher and better. Alright?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smile and say hello. She'll smile back. And that's when you know how wonderful it is to have once be friend with this girl, even though now you're not besties. But it's still great to know that there's someone like her around in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good day, folks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i know there's no points in my drafts. But well, you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suck in blogging. 0^0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-7764052888548646403?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/7764052888548646403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/replies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7764052888548646403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7764052888548646403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/replies.html' title='Replies'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-8172087261109636207</id><published>2009-07-02T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:06:14.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a long while. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, many had occured in my life after some time. Thing have been cleared out, complications made easier, friendship bond stronger, and we lost one huge star. Dear God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been much to my own problems that i was abandoning this lovely, lovely blog - sorry darling, mummy hugs back now. *huggies*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it hasnt been a good while for me. Let's have a little playback of what happened then. About a week ago, when i was excited about the coming canteen day and so. My face went black and dark after getting the news of my dying grandmother, in which in return of all her grandchildren and children, she has managed to live until now. :D Good news.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i missed the Canteen Day and the surprise party for my teacher, Madame Marie. Maybe missing this event might bring a huge loss of fun and memory to me, but there might be still something like this coming in my on-going teenage-hood. :D But still i couldnt hide my disappointment of my absence during that day. Well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And well then, I managed to do a few paintings there to pass time. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sky93ZH5wqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_GXVzoXPLkw/s1600-h/Blooming+Voices+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sky93ZH5wqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_GXVzoXPLkw/s320/Blooming+Voices+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353862816371163810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a painting called Blooming Voices. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did it with 2 days, i think? D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quite a lot of work to add up with. But i'm happy with the result.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, now.... I still have 2 more paintings but i'm such a laze to put it up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe next time? And here by, i also express my sorrow towards the death of a huge star, Michael Jackson. His contribution to the entertainment world is a wonderful, wonderful thing. Although he was troubled by his private life's rumours and stress from medias / gossips, I believe he himself would have know it best that what's true. It's such a loss for the society, please, do rest in peace. When you're finally up there with God, you will not feel lonely anymore, Michael. Smile, and rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-8172087261109636207?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/8172087261109636207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8172087261109636207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8172087261109636207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/Sky93ZH5wqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_GXVzoXPLkw/s72-c/Blooming+Voices+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-6822124837056423439</id><published>2009-06-03T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T04:17:55.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have just made a new blog for a place to show off my creations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've found that it's hard for me to promote my fiction in only the few forums.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe i'm just too.... Asking for too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i will try my best to improve!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORTS ALL ALONG! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course i will continue posting here. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Sue Ann, if you're reading this. I'm sorry. It's all a misunderstanding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please forgive me. And you finally get a chance to read my ficiton? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be happy, alright? That's all i wish from you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SMILEYS! EVERYONE, IT'S HOLIDAY! LET'S ENJOY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the new link for the blog~ :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://word-flows.blogspot.com/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-6822124837056423439?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/6822124837056423439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6822124837056423439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6822124837056423439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-5234277328235626756</id><published>2009-05-28T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:20:45.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This, is a post for my dearest best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She had a post in her blog that had carved a very deep scar into my heart. Very, very deep. You may never be able to have me surfacing the water if you meant it by the feeling under the sea. It's like suffocating, someone stranggling me, someone pushing me to the deepest of the ocean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why, why do you have thoughts like this? Why do you think of us like this? Why won;t you just give up on everything, give up on your pride and dignity and tell us what's wrong with you and what's wrong with us and what we did to make you feel so helpless, so useless? If it's because of the results, i'm going to freaking scold you. WHY WOULD YOU EVER LET THIS FREAKING EXAM THINGS BOTHER YOU WHEN YOU KNOW IT - THAT WE WILL KILL OURSELF TO MAKE YOU SMILE AGAIN? We will try our very best, bestest to make you feel that you're not hopeless! YOU'RE NEVER HOPELESS YOU DUMMY BECAUSE YOU'RE OUT FRIEND!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND FRIENDS DONT RANK AT ALL! WE;RE ALL ONE, TOGETHER, A PIECE OF SHIT TOGETHER, A PIECE OF CAKE TOGETHER, ONE FAMILY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You said you dont know if to trust us, but a few weeks ago we were regarded as the best people you ever knew and now we're just a freaking piece of shit to you? What ever makes you feel like that? Is it because we're just too hell of brilliant that you feel shitty, you feel jealous, you feel pissed? WE'RE NOT BRILLIANT - AND AGAIN THE N TIMES I'M TELLING YOU THIS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I GIVE MY PAYMENTS IN EXCHANGE FOR THOSE RESULTS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can give anything to just want to you to go crazy with us again, to talk with us like you did before, to smile from the deepest of your heart and not fake a bitter face with a smie worse than a cry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But instead, i think you feel helpless because you're jealous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jealousy is normal, everyone has it, everyone is familiar with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It only leads to the way on how you use that feeling? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you use it to encourage yourself? Or you use it to feel bad about yourself and hate the others? Or you use it to hurt yourself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It leads to two ways. You choose because you're the CEO of your life, NO ONE, not even us can change your life because you're taking control. We're just chapters of your life, and it depends on how you spread your chapters with us with our friendship, it is you who chose to befriend or not. If you choose to leave, we have no choice but to free you. But you did not choose to leave, you choose to avoid, you choose to not rely on us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then you put the blame on us when we don't know what we did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you dont open up and tell us, what can we do? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're scared too, not only, we are afraid to lose your trust, we are scared that you might leave us, we're all horrified. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you still chose to be silent and stare. What can we do? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you just won't speak up, open up to your friends like us, what can we do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Telling you that, you're always our friend no matter what happens. What is the price to build up this special bond between us? What is the price for us to have this wonderful friendship? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come to us when you need us. Please.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-5234277328235626756?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/5234277328235626756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/05/telling-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5234277328235626756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/5234277328235626756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/05/telling-you.html' title='Telling you...'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-7632504424962527106</id><published>2009-05-26T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:13:55.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day when my Mom suffers, the day when all shares joy and sadness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's my birthday on 25th may.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so sorry for the lacking of my presence in this lovely, lovely blog. Even when you do say form 3 is nothing but a piece of shitcake, i don't think it's ever going to be that small piece of chocolate for me. It's like hell, hell, hell turning under your feet, any steps taken wrongly and down down you go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To now where, to no place, where you only gets swallow up by desprerasion and darkness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now as i say it's my birthday, it was also the day my mom had a hard day with her life. And it was also a day where my mom and dad felt for a wonderful life. 25th May, it may not be special to any of you, but it is speacial for me, my family, and my friends. And i thank God for giving me such a warm, caring family and these wonderful friends to be around when i need them so much of crossing the river of sadness, furiousness and such blended emotions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so yesterday i celebrated my birthday, with no surprises but warm, coming sequences of hugs and kisses and wishes from my lovely friends and family. I also gained my independence from a freaking one whole week of lock-in study in my house for the freaking stupid killing me examination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It may be simple and slow for a day to pass like my other birthdays, but it was the most meaningful one i had before. I received a lovely message from my cutie friend, Valerie : Yo! *ta daaaa~* It's your 15th birthday! How are you feeling? Feeling good?  My timing is correct right, birthday queen? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I replied her: well, 3 minures earlier. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came Anthony's, and followed by two of my brothers who had BOTH WRITTEN NOOBS in their message, but still i had let myself permit them once with their so-good-timing wishing for the year. And I was waiting for my bestest baby Wriggle-fingers to message me when she was sleeping like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then i received her mms on 6 in the morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was made like a concept of a little card, with my nick names on it, teasing but still warming. It was made BEAUTIFULLY.  You would never believe, never believe what you see. She also added in songs and those songs she figured out her own made me shed tears. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont know what made me cried, but, i'm still very grateful to ALL of you who had given such a fine time at the party-with-nothing in my house after the exam. I love you, SA, Anthony, Wriggle-Finger, Jelly Popples, Fat Fish, My brothers, my parents, my friends at school who wished me on time and gave me presents hand- made. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for giving such a great time to be cherished about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy birthday to everyone in the world around me who's a 25th Mayer! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-P.S: Happy birthday to Apple! ;P-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-7632504424962527106?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/7632504424962527106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-when-my-mom-suffers-day-when-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7632504424962527106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7632504424962527106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-when-my-mom-suffers-day-when-all.html' title='The day when my Mom suffers, the day when all shares joy and sadness.'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-4200315871904910693</id><published>2009-01-02T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:18:00.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D... Crapper Apple HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SV4ebX1NQ5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Li9SzwV8OuM/s1600-h/%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Persona-Trinity-Soul_NekoiEchizen(0.69)_2040x2936_177564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286696468182025106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SV4ebX1NQ5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Li9SzwV8OuM/s320/%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Persona-Trinity-Soul_NekoiEchizen(0.69)_2040x2936_177564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serisouly, i just finished that in 3 days for 26 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, and it was VERY depressing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, instead of sayin' happy new year or so, i'm crapping about anime. People blog about their idols, like dong bang shin ki, but i dont.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont know what i should write about them. Even if i did, it'll be something much to people's recognisation, i couldt just bring up something that you know right? And tell you about how they're or make up a story they're just living beside me, Cassies will have my head down for seats.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, so not funny. I'm being filled with sarcasm lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oooooooh, how much i wish for school reopen soon!(finger cross)&lt;br /&gt;Lovely pmr(yucks),wonderful govern's education programme(I'll present you the HEAVENLY F WORD), and ooooh my so lovely books(I'll burn them). :D ... Now, do you see how much i look forward for it?&lt;br /&gt;Heh. (in just TWO MORE days, i'll be like soooo sooo sooooo dead~ Hahaha.. Let's burn out books together~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i have TONS of spamming pics to post but you know. i'm just ... plain lazy. So, naaaah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Trinity Soul, GOD DAMN THAT ANIME CREATOR, WHY CANT EVERYONE BE HAPPY? T_T... I dont know why, even in the game series he let them die. Shoot! But not the main character in the anime, but the main character in the game. That's shoot again! Anyway, ... If you're a anime lover, I'M TOTALLY RECOMMENDING THIS! O.O" That's one holy hecka loooadsie lovelies heartsiiie anime i've (ever) watched before!!! o.o&lt;br /&gt;(No actually, every anime i've watched will be how i described it above. I just love anime, but i'm NO otaku~ ==.... But staying at home is nice, i'm fair again. Ha-ha. If you dont mind to rot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should stop crapping and write something about myself.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly i just spend my days shooting around - in a good way, i mean, hahahahaha~ shooting our Education Minister is a good idea........ But i dont really want to spend my days in jail or juvenil something something. Is that spell that way? ==" ... whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get what i mean, i'm grateful. Anyway, people these days go crazy for Gayo Concert or blah.......... But serisouly, oppa's dance is a killer, but did you guys noticed they're kind of shagged out? D:... Maybe i'm thinking too much lately, i really dont like them to show they bodies like that, it's like they're earning money with their bodies and not their voice. And they're sersiously not singing for money but their dreams, so get a head, Mr. Lee.&lt;br /&gt;And oh, if anyone is offended, stay away from my chat box, but you're welcome to diss me in your OWN blog... :D... hahaha, of cuz - exclude my friends. Spammatize the area. hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, i just want them to sing their hearts out, sing for their dreams, for us, and not for money or so. Please really, dont show that MUCH of your skin any more. You're not a *beeeep*(It's nothing bad actually, i didnt say anything bad, it starts with a 'G', Think about it.)Good vocals you had have, and you dont need to do those things to make us happy, really. I'm happy enough to see you so happy when you're singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong Bang Forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do know that, when you sing, your expression is the happiest i've ever seen in any of the programmes or shows you went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sing, and be happy. That's all i want, at least for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-4200315871904910693?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/4200315871904910693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/01/d-crapper-apple-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/4200315871904910693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/4200315871904910693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2009/01/d-crapper-apple-here.html' title=':D... Crapper Apple HERE!!!'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SV4ebX1NQ5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Li9SzwV8OuM/s72-c/%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Persona-Trinity-Soul_NekoiEchizen(0.69)_2040x2936_177564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-4357846457030637881</id><published>2008-12-26T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:08:13.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry *halelujah* late christmas~ :D</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the late updates, not in the mood to update anything lately.&lt;br /&gt;Something picked up my mind to upload some camwhore photos and KL trip photos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very much speechless today, or let's say i want to continue breeding spirder webs at the corner of my room, as Emi dong saengie had always say, hahaha... i'm uniue instead of weird!! (... Self-comfort)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i bought some new clothes, :D... hahaha, very happy with them.&lt;br /&gt;Now i should hunt for pants, and i'll need to keep myself slim so the clothes will look better on me~ XD... I NEED A WAIST LINE!!! SHOOTIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... WTF THE PHOTOS ARE ALL IN WRONG ORDER!!! ARGH~whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSp2sCpk2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/PtkCxMHLnRM/s1600-h/24122008549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284035019812737890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSp2sCpk2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/PtkCxMHLnRM/s320/24122008549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They're my brothers, well, playing chess. Is it fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bros: No, i want to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Yeah, me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're bull shit that day when we got on the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All sleeping like pigs or, exculde me to be Sleeping Beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(self-conscious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSpolq7DbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jhodLIVkrkk/s1600-h/24122008546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284034777584438706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSpolq7DbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jhodLIVkrkk/s320/24122008546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my father's old classmates's grandpiano. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's fun........................... and after a long time, you'll find yourself breeding mushroom on the piano's wood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSpdpuiTyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/c9JXAI2SDjU/s1600-h/24122008539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284034589694775074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSpdpuiTyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/c9JXAI2SDjU/s320/24122008539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing cute? ==........ Mom, i think you  need some training in taking photos. (she took them........) T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSpSL1N9OI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rEaJiG1RotA/s1600-h/24122008538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284034392691176674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSpSL1N9OI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rEaJiG1RotA/s320/24122008538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This probably is the best photoshoot among all of the worst ones.&lt;br /&gt;Mom, im so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not an insult. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Casue when a person took a photo as nice as this when she doesnt even know how to take a photo with a handphone, this should really be the best of all. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSpE7KAsxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TmvBrsLgvWA/s1600-h/20122008501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284034164876686098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSpE7KAsxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TmvBrsLgvWA/s320/20122008501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 2nd brother wants me to cam-whore along with him and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah the photo he takes sucks loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not one is nice... But thank God i looked nice in this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha, but not him~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSo0UObN4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/7sYTmGIk-dE/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284033879548311426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSo0UObN4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/7sYTmGIk-dE/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my baby handphone(white) taking a photo during a dress-tying-on in Jusco Seremban. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Honestly, i LOOOOVE this blouse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But mom won't let me buy it. DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSopKZpRnI/AAAAAAAAADw/vTMKHZEy7UY/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284033687932454514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSopKZpRnI/AAAAAAAAADw/vTMKHZEy7UY/s320/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being emo, since my friend said i was. This was taken a long long time ago even before tang yuan festival~ Oh well, it's taken after i cam-whored with my brother on his prom night~ :D... I'm no emo, no emo no no no!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy new year!!! And wish me luck on my cousin's wedding GOD DAMN I HATE WEDDINGS!! Instead of food there's nothing else but people you dont know (exculde my cousin and relatives) and shooties pies it's not me who's getting married and why all the fuss of calling me back from s'ban! Shootie pies and i really do want to complain about my younger cousins, get lost, buddies! Shoot, i've got so much to complain. Shoot shoot shoot, yeah, i'll shoot them with a BAZUKA until what's left is ashes. Heh. I'm a bad cousin. But Gosh, I really hate weddings. (But probably not when i get married, hahaha, 10 years later! or more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-4357846457030637881?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/4357846457030637881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-halelujah-late-christmas-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/4357846457030637881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/4357846457030637881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-halelujah-late-christmas-d.html' title='Merry *halelujah* late christmas~ :D'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SVSp2sCpk2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/PtkCxMHLnRM/s72-c/24122008549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-6277907623552544154</id><published>2008-12-19T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:00:55.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUyJ-YAFBkI/AAAAAAAAADo/J3p0qJqWCsU/s1600-h/Calendar_Lotte_0812-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281748167686424130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUyJ-YAFBkI/AAAAAAAAADo/J3p0qJqWCsU/s320/Calendar_Lotte_0812-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's like thousand of reasons why you fall in love for something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the reasons why i fell for DBSK, has many reasons too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, this is a poem(suckish) i did and posted in CF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since no one read it, it's best to post it here. HAHAHA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep on smiling, it's beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been the sun and rain for my nourishment in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have never been like this if i never met you or know you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your music and voice so pure, so true and genuine, would touch anyone's heart instantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been for so much hard works, for you to have reach here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hardships, they were numorous of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never complain, you never whine, you kept on going - until you reach your destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was your dream, to sing out your heart and soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had have it all now, and you are satisfied and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sing for Cassiopeia, you sing for all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But please, never forget, you are singing for yourselves too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are singing for your dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your smiles, might be the most beautiful i've seen so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were true and it articulates your feeling from the depth of your heart, one single movement or twitch of your brows, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would know how you are feeling for the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never lied to yourselves nor Cassiopeia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've been the real Dong Bang ShinKi we know from all sources - medias, news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep on Smiling, my dears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you will find peace within yourself, do not harbour stress in you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and do remember that rainbow follows a storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the concept of life, and the concept of success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your smiles, never feels to bring up my smile too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your smiles, will always be remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By me, by her, by everyone around you, and by Cassiopeia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dong Bang Shin Ki fighting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep on smiling. It's beautiful.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------A letter from a Cassiopeian.We will love you forever no matter what happenes.We made a promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-6277907623552544154?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/6277907623552544154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2008/12/reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6277907623552544154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6277907623552544154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2008/12/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUyJ-YAFBkI/AAAAAAAAADo/J3p0qJqWCsU/s72-c/Calendar_Lotte_0812-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-8610920320634302391</id><published>2008-12-19T05:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:31:40.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUudf-XMz9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fziw--S6Vks/s1600-h/death-white-rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281488160663850962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUudf-XMz9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fziw--S6Vks/s320/death-white-rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Death, which swallows you up with darkness, and puts you into a long sleep in a slumber and you are then forever sealed within the coffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you die, it means you are left alone, no matter how you chase after the living ones, your friends, your family, you will never reach them, because you're now different, from everyone you ever knew. Because they are living, and you're dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost many of my relatives, because of this devil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why does it strike us, does it mean that it's time for them to go? God, can give us life, and take away it easily. Life's just so cruel, no matter how you complain, how you plead, when it's your time to go, you should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've heard of people - who arised from their coffins, and lived a year or two, then went back to God's side. It's unbelivable, and it has always give me hopes that, maybe a miracle would happen to my relatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin, who died 3 years ago, I remembered how hard i cried, how hard i tried to tell her wake up. I was looking at her, she's so beautiful, as if sleeping, only sleeping. If you don't know she's dead, you'll really think she's only taking a nap. But no, to us, who had relations with the deceased, knew that there's nothing we can do to bring her back. The cries of my uncle and aunty were tearing my heart apart. My cousins, who's her sibling, had no more tears to shed any more. I looked at my brothers, who didn't shead a tear at all, but when i went over, i realized it's that, it's not that they're not sad. It's just they didn't know how to react. Men don't cry, they said. Get the  f*ck off stupid phrase! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i've lost one of my relative a few days ago, i just remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so much is filling me up until just now, when i started to sit down, and type. Even myself, nearly to tears, remembered all he had done for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to his house for one whole day, that man, was a very wonderful person, i might call him my uncle. He was so friendly, so cheerful and all, but then, when God needs him, he fell sick and left us just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His children, had prepared that day to come, but I never thought of he would really leave. Because he had been so healthy, so tall, and... God, i'm speechless. I couldn't just believe he's gone. You know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days ago, he was sitll alive, in the hospital, breathing on ventilator support. I heard he was getting better, and the next day i was told he was dead. I wasn't much really shocked that time, but now, when i think back of that man, who had been so kind - was gone, my heart just sunk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost many things, and until i lose them, i didn't realized they were important. Even though they might be only a passer-by in my life, i'll remember what they've done for me forever. As in the first was my uncle, who had played with me during my chilodhood, and the second one my cousin, whom i grew up with, and my pet, which was stolen - and considered dead since so many years. And then, the aunty who had worked for my mom to clean up the house for 7 years, and the only adult whom i've talked to of my feelings, and later my pet(again) was gone. And now, this uncle. To sum them up, i've lost so much. And i regretted, for not cherishing them when they're still beside me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, when you lose something you treasured so much, you will know that your tear gland is so active than you've ever expected it to be. Learn to cherish them, before you lose them. So you will not feel sorry or regret for anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Even though some of my friends, i've repeated this to them for countless time, but i really still want to say this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherish them, and love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-8610920320634302391?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/8610920320634302391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2008/12/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8610920320634302391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/8610920320634302391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2008/12/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUudf-XMz9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fziw--S6Vks/s72-c/death-white-rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-844404767729659240</id><published>2008-12-19T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:21:55.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VK - Vampire Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUtxuTUd-NI/AAAAAAAAADI/cLrsb9F4MUc/s1600-h/cardfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281440028296083666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUtxuTUd-NI/AAAAAAAAADI/cLrsb9F4MUc/s320/cardfront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing much to update you with, yaiks. D:&lt;br /&gt;So i'm going to tell you about my recent addiction towards VK.&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Knight -  arts and story by matsuri Hino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i've been addicted to the manga for almost 2 years, since 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it was dammit exciting and the story has its own twist and turns,&lt;br /&gt;I hate it whenever she ends me with a cliif hanger which no matter how you imagine, you can NEVER know what she's going to show you next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craps, you really have to read that manga!&lt;br /&gt;And i secretly kept one collection of VK series in my room. :P&lt;br /&gt;If my mom finds out, i'm dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Matsuri sensei potrays her characters well with her drawing.&lt;br /&gt;With the happy cheery character of the MC, Yuki Cross - She gives her a very very cheerful face and short hair to pair with, which looks so alive that you can imagine you're within the story with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Zero, Yuki's childhood friend, which is a transformed vampire from human by a pure blood(its kind is of the most treasured among vampires, since they never have any human blood to mix within. Their blood line is a straight line to - and they marry their own siblings to keep the blood flow. And only the pure bloods, have the power to transform a human into a vampire, other powers aroused were never known by anyone, but more powerful than expected.) And for Kaname, the gentle pure blood vampire who had saved Yuki 10 years ago from a Level E vampire(A transformed human vampire who is at its end, which E stands for End. And has lost its sanity and humanity, only thirsts for blood.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, i can't tell you its character one by one or it'll cause me a life time. D:&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you the link to wikipedia, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire_Knight"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire_Knight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh, if you are interested, buy the book - to support Matsuri sensei.&lt;br /&gt;Or read it on Onemanga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Vampire_Knight/"&gt;http://www.onemanga.com/Vampire_Knight/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ IT NEH!&lt;br /&gt;Not much to tell you today, but i ended the whole day with.....&lt;br /&gt;GunGrave anime-ing. :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha~ But it's killing me, HOW LONG IS IT GOING TO DRAG?&lt;br /&gt;D:... It's a vengeful story so it should have something like revenge.&lt;br /&gt;AND AFTER 10 EPISODES, I'VE BEEN WATCHING FLASHBACKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHOOTIE PIESSSS!&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue gungraving~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-844404767729659240?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/844404767729659240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2008/12/vk-vampire-knight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/844404767729659240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/844404767729659240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2008/12/vk-vampire-knight.html' title='VK - Vampire Knight'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUtxuTUd-NI/AAAAAAAAADI/cLrsb9F4MUc/s72-c/cardfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-6301909376276775492</id><published>2008-12-17T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:14:36.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Karaoke Boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUm_USShORI/AAAAAAAAADA/AbJ0qYd15v0/s1600-h/la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280962393296419090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUm_USShORI/AAAAAAAAADA/AbJ0qYd15v0/s320/la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUm-FsbwmbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wT5TvEkZitY/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday got back too late i guess? Heh, Now i should be getting up to update this blog which is dying away, and not to mentione maye i would be off from next year. Shoot the stupid PMR, jail it and clag it with black and white uniform!!!! .... Okay, this is like personification, for literature. Ignore me. You know that, i love the crap, and my friend awarded me the bible talk priest yesterday!!! She said it's best for me to put in my ambition slot that i should be a baby sitter - putting some babies to sleep by my bible and nonsense talks, and another one maybe the heavenly jusus talk of bible - which is.... *drum rolls* THE PRIESTESS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if i will. :3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, where were we? Oh, well, after purchasing some books at the school, we got to wait by the big stairs around the school gate, and chatting about random stufss about some travel experience. And then, i was dragged to go to the restaurant near by to eat breakfast by Kelly(but i just ate a big bowl of noodleS...?) So i only ordered a coke to drink with, and you know what? ... She finished her noodles in 5 MINUTES! I mean, 5 MINUTES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With some time of slurp slurp slurp sluuuuuuuuurp, and everything's gone!Gosh, she's like not chewing the food... She's SWALLOWING IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway*coughs*, we got on the car and head to jusco seremban, and ended up watching a movie The Day the Earth Stood Still. I'm telling you, the actor - i mean, the invaders(alien? ) is like sooooo ew at the first time, but the next thing i know is... CRAP!!! THEIR SKIN IS DROPPING OFF, AND THE MAIN ACTOR(ALIEN) IS THAT GUY IN MATRIX!! CRAP, HE'S LIKE SO DAMN HOT AND BLAH! Me and my friends were laughing through the whole thing cuz he was just tooooo hot~(There's one scene when he's walking on his own in tuxedo... imagine how much we gasped) ... Okay, we're cuckoo. We were since a long time ago~ :3 And i think we're the noisiest in the cinema~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, we went into the karaoke rom - Green Box right after we finished the show since we booked the room. ANd once we got in, we started to scream. Hahaha, we're just too crazy. Starting up with some chinese and english songs, then Forever love and Sora of DOng Bang's. And the peak of everything was when we sang balloon. Imagine how everyone was jumping aorund the screen with their hands up and holding the mich screamin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JI NA GA BO LNL! HO II SHI JO LEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PUM SA MM DA GOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was the highest song we ever sang in our life, so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our screaming, were the loudest among all of the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, when a bunch of girls - and no boys get together, they'll be crazier than boys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that, i consider our screaming breaking the karaoke room. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever thought screaming will break a karaoke box? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yesterday i had a few crazy events with my friend at about midnight, she was crying like hell and well, at least i made her smile. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, seriously, crying will get her swollen eyes, and she's got a boyfriend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i promised my dong saengie - Emi a shout out or quotings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a secret between the two of us~ :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One for Chillay darling, and one of Emi darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emi A day Sadness Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emi A day Smileys everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chillay:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chilly A day Spicy always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chilly A day Stomachache everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to present my gratitude towards emi dong saeng, who had helped me so much with this blog. This skin - was seached by her. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she taught me how to edit things and such,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May i present my thanks to her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-6301909376276775492?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/6301909376276775492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2008/12/breaking-karaoke-boxes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6301909376276775492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/6301909376276775492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2008/12/breaking-karaoke-boxes.html' title='Breaking Karaoke Boxes'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUm_USShORI/AAAAAAAAADA/AbJ0qYd15v0/s72-c/la.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044600006670100405.post-7753152737633083235</id><published>2008-12-13T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:09:34.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/apple" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="apple Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq87/immortalizeme/apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my dong saeng(as in Junior in Korean) Emi darling told me to open an account here, i did. But i had this acc for a long time already, it's just i was so lazy to update it. I think i'm not those people who's up to blogging stuffs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a completely newbie in blogging. Even though i'm very much addicted to forums, i found myself bored at them lately. And very very very bored. whenever i logged in, i feel like leaving the pc that instant. But i wanted to stay longer, so i began crapping since i don't want to end up studying in my room. D: Gosh, anyway... D:I've got no mood these days. Bored and bored and bored and bored. Execpt piano classes and rot plus breeding mushroom in the corner of the room, i have nothing to do. God. I'm almost crazy. -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, let's start off this with like i'm a JJ lover and a Dong Bang fans. And OMFG, their new song bolero is like soooo addicting~ :D DONG BANG RULESSS~ :3 DBSK HWAITING (FIGHTING) And i wonder, why do my blog sucks so much while my friends' one are soooo nice~ D: Maybe i should get learning -really. Gosh, i really am a sucker. D: As in everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i'll share with you my of my literatures and such. As in fictions. :D... Anyway, please take good care of me. ^^ Thankies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/dbsk" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/dbsk" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DONG BANG RULES~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281502720688249346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUuqverh2gI/AAAAAAAAADg/sokaBpgN0fw/s320/Copyof1-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5044600006670100405-7753152737633083235?l=summerapple-garden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/feeds/7753152737633083235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2008/12/d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7753152737633083235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5044600006670100405/posts/default/7753152737633083235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerapple-garden.blogspot.com/2008/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399692474159561601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUN3zI7CibI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Z6oPiZQXAQ/S220/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhjTehkogrs/SUuqverh2gI/AAAAAAAAADg/sokaBpgN0fw/s72-c/Copyof1-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
