<?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-799431074118937254</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:35:03.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coquet of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8617163015692077530</id><published>2009-03-02T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:31:55.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOG UNDER CONSTRUCTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8617163015692077530?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8617163015692077530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=8617163015692077530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8617163015692077530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8617163015692077530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-under-construction.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-4759306723667067260</id><published>2009-02-05T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:01:53.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted something so bad that you'd do almost anything for it ?&lt;br /&gt;I have. And currently, the thing that I want most is to go to Parsons to study. It somehow seems that the world is against me for this.&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was going to apply for spring 09(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;) but they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;' offer foundation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thn&lt;/span&gt;, and if you'd have to have 12 foundation credits if you want to...and in Malaysia to get 12 foundation credits in less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thn&lt;/span&gt; a year it's kinda...impossible.&lt;br /&gt;And I cant apply for Fall 09 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;feb&lt;/span&gt;) because I don't have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; results and I didn't have enough time to do a portfolio. Having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; kinda kills your inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;So now all I'm left is applying for the Fall 10 (next year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;feb&lt;/span&gt;) application.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not guaranteed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to get in.&lt;br /&gt;So If i do that, it's really a big risk. :&lt;br /&gt;Now, another reason why parsons seems crazy, it's 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yearss&lt;/span&gt;, one year being foundation obviously.&lt;br /&gt;So, the fee's for parsons per year is about $50, 000&lt;br /&gt;Which is about RM120, 000 ++per year&lt;br /&gt;which becomes a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;offff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM120,000++ * 5 = RM600, 000++&lt;br /&gt;And that's enough to do veterinary!&lt;br /&gt;which I think is a little overpriced for arts school but I guess being the best arts school with a history of celebrity alumni...it's okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Idontknowanymore&lt;/span&gt; ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-4759306723667067260?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4759306723667067260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=4759306723667067260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4759306723667067260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4759306723667067260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-ever-wanted-something-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-5242861212824633035</id><published>2009-01-19T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:32:39.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules: take your answer to the question, and type it into urban dictionary, then post a definition for your answer.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;www.urbandictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who does this, pls write a note on tagboard, i'd love to know your answers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)Your name?&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hot mama, a girl who has everything. The looks, brains and has an aura- a girl who makes your heart race&lt;br /&gt;"wow, she's gonna be a honey when she gets older"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)One of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the sexiest man alive and really sweet and so fuking attractive!!!&lt;br /&gt;totally fukable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u close your eyes and think of perverted things, which will never actually happen.&lt;br /&gt;The man woke up from his sleep and realized that there werent seven women surrounding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Marijuana 2) Money 3) the horny color 4) envious 5) the color&lt;br /&gt;1) let's go smoke some green 2) look at the green of my bills 3) jane is wearing green.. she's horny! 4) bobby is green with envy. 5) grass is the color green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)Birthplace?&lt;br /&gt;Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the great mysteries of life, penang is the predominant (or soon to be predominant) term for a vagina. You know, a &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pussy"&gt;pussy&lt;/a&gt;. A &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=meat%20taco"&gt;meat taco&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Poonany"&gt;Poonany&lt;/a&gt;. Fill in what slang you will; it won't feel as satisfying as using "penang". Penang is more than just an anatomical fact. It is a way of life. Loved by almost all men on earth (and statistically 3 out of every 10 women), It has spawned books, plays, music, not to mention the entirety of creation. Seriously, penang is more accomplished than &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Martha%20Stewart"&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/a&gt; post-indictment. Used most frequently in concert with the ever popular boba, when referring to other equally awesome parts of the female anatomy. May also be used as an expletive, but this should only occur when all other words fail to suffice in expressing your anger/shock/amazement/joy.&lt;br /&gt;"My penang itches." "Why won't anyone love my penang?" "Daammn, will you look at the bobas on that girl! I'd like to rock her penang." Really, the possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)Month of birth?&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month the hottest people in the world are born.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN! i'm hot i was born in june! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as the Calvinator, this male is a good example of a hard-working overachiever. Past times include: tennis, girls, tennis, and girls.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I want to be a Calvin! Other boy: You shall never be like Calvin! There is only one! He is t3h pwn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-5242861212824633035?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5242861212824633035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=5242861212824633035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5242861212824633035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5242861212824633035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2009/01/rules-take-your-answer-to-question-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-2493267463445412128</id><published>2009-01-17T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:28:06.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I should die this very moment, I wouldn't fear, for I've never known completeness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~moulin rouge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I Think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel there's a&lt;em&gt; hole&lt;/em&gt; inside me; an &lt;em&gt;emptiness&lt;/em&gt; that at times seems to burn...it cant go away...and&lt;em&gt; it wont&lt;/em&gt;. It's here to stay. To &lt;em&gt;rip&lt;/em&gt; open; to &lt;em&gt;tear&lt;/em&gt; further and &lt;em&gt;more severe&lt;/em&gt; every time i get hurt. To remind me that &lt;em&gt;I am but only human&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-2493267463445412128?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2493267463445412128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=2493267463445412128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2493267463445412128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2493267463445412128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-should-die-this-very-moment-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-2534543989750404877</id><published>2009-01-15T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:47:32.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe that even in this modern day we are still facing discrimination. I really thought that hey maybe, just &lt;em&gt;MAYBE&lt;/em&gt; that phase of the human race was over, that &lt;em&gt;MAYBE&lt;/em&gt; we could all look at each other not as Indians, Malays, mamaks, Chinese, Muslim, christian and Hindu but as &lt;u&gt;human beings&lt;/u&gt;. If you think about it, what makes you better than me? So you're tan and I'm fair- does that mean you're better? Or maybe you came across a fair person who was a fucking bitch from hell, does that mean that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am of the same kind? &lt;em&gt;that I am a fucking bitch from hell?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;, because we are all individuals. We are each our own person with thoughts, rights and opinions. &lt;strong&gt;WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO THINK ANY LESSER OF ME?&lt;/strong&gt; Think about it, I have a heart, you have a heart. Cut me with a knife i bleed, stab you- you bleed! &lt;em&gt;BIG SURPRISE&lt;/em&gt;. and if you're gonna discriminate the blood that flows in my veins, before you do, Its RED. the &lt;em&gt;exact&lt;/em&gt; same colour of yours. I don't believe in god. I don't believe in faith. I don't think god exists because there's so much pain and suffering in the world which is really not needed- innocent children esp. People who don't deserve it. There is no god. There is only man. man who have made this world like this. and if there's this &lt;em&gt;phony-baloney&lt;/em&gt; god la, why create religion ? why create colour? why create difference being the all-knowing-being that it would separate people when it is meant to unite! Why not make us all blue! hell, why even create gender! We could all just breed like unicellular organisms! I'm sorry if I offended anyone esp those who believe in God, please don't hate me- that's just my view. It's a touchy issue, I know. that's why i rarely bring it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been an object of discrimination left right and centre. It sometimes hurts so badly. I doubt many of you would understand. Being disliked just because someone assumed you Malay ( WHICH I AM FUCKING NOT! ) or someone thinks you're Indian. My mom told me when she was a kid she had no friends because she was mixed. She was neither a Chinese, an Indian or a Malay. Discrimination starts at home. If your parents do it, most likely you will too. What haven't I gone through, racial discrimination, gender discrimination AND religious discrimination. It's a very bad feeling being discriminated. &lt;em&gt;You feel dirty. You feel disgusting. You feel worthless. You wonder what's wrong with you&lt;/em&gt;? but in reality that's not the right question, it's &lt;u&gt;what's wrong with them&lt;/u&gt;. I understand if people want you to stay away from Indians because their supposedly "gangsters" or Malays because they'll "convert you" or Christians "because they believe in Christ". The reasons get more and more absurd. but it's their mindset, You cant blame them, but when is it going to stop? &lt;strong&gt;WHEN IS IT GOING TO STOP.&lt;/strong&gt; it's not like everyone who's Indian is a gangster or chinks are all lala's. COMMON. I really hate this. I really hate this. Words cant even explain how much this irks me, TOTALLY PISSES ME OFF! to everyone who has ever discriminated, FUCK YOU, CHANGE YOUR MINDSET, GROW UP. If you want to hate someone, &lt;em&gt;hate the whole fucking world&lt;/em&gt;- seriously. I am not a Malay, I am not a Chinese, I am not a christian, I am neither a man nor a woman, &lt;em&gt;I am a human&lt;/em&gt;, respect me for who I am and not what i am supposed to be based on my gender, colour or religion. It is very simple. My religion is kindness. My race is equality. and my gender is insignificant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do we seem destined to define ourselves with labels? Labels are mere words. If we want others to know what we are, why not show them? Show them through action. Actions still speak louder than words. I do not care if you are a Buddhist, a Muslim, a White, a Christian, a Hindu, a Black, a Jew, a follower of any countless other faiths, traditions, paths, colour, race or religions that are spread throughout this World.We are all one. One human family, one world, one universe. As the Dalai Lama says it, "All human beings come from a mother's womb. We are all the same part of one human family. We should have a clear realization of the oneness of all humanity." Only when we understand this, there would be no racism or religious discrimination or sexual discrimination.&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/799431074118937254-2534543989750404877?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2534543989750404877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=2534543989750404877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2534543989750404877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2534543989750404877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-believe-that-even-in-this-modern.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-5508225445425900569</id><published>2009-01-11T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:33:37.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been doing alot of manips lately- it's really fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywyas I've been kind of twiddling over the thought of changhing my blogskin but I cant seem to fine any that I like so far, so I was thinking until I made my own, if Ichanged the image on the top it'd look better? or&lt;em&gt; fresh&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the picture in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289951192698589218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SWmulRf0ECI/AAAAAAAAARo/4oKkubPNF_Q/s320/DSC05171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;le original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289951194870919666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SWmulZlvMfI/AAAAAAAAARw/iTMMWl6PBc4/s320/DSC05171a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Le picture edite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments in the cbox much appreciated cz im two minds abt it. I cant decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: and no it's not emo, and im not trying to be emo, i just got an idea to theme my blog "in silence I shall speak"&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/799431074118937254-5508225445425900569?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5508225445425900569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=5508225445425900569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5508225445425900569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5508225445425900569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-doing-alot-of-manips-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SWmulRf0ECI/AAAAAAAAARo/4oKkubPNF_Q/s72-c/DSC05171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-721552284424390508</id><published>2008-12-30T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:35:08.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, isn't it scary how time flies? It's new years eve. 2008 is ending. Everything that ended with an 08 will never repeat itself and will go into the halls of memories. Memories. Ah. How I wish we could remember everything exactly the way it was. Remembering every day, every touch, every scent and every colour. Picturing everything the exact way it was but alas that wasn't a gift given to us. But triggers can awaken those memories and we'll smile as we look back upon time- a melancholic smile. A smile that will bring back the bittersweet moments that have come and gone. It makes me think that as of this moment writing this, next year when I'm writing another one for the end of 09 I wont remember the exact way I'm feeling now. So much has happened this year... I finally have relief. I finally can breathe. Another volume in the Saga of Haneesha's life has been closed and now lies on the shelves of time (how's that for artistic?) and my new book starts on January 1 2009. I think somehow this year went by too fast. Feels like only yesterday I was walking into the Sri Pinang hall not knowing what to expect. I somehow rather think I missed out a lot because I was mostly home. I didn't soak up the year 2008. But I guess in a way because of that I found myself. I found who I am. I found me. I found Haneesha. I don't have to look in the mirror anymore and wonder why am i here? what's my purpose? who am I? I don't just see a blur, I see a real person- passionate, kind, smilish and, dare i say this, confident. I learnt that I don't need people to be happy and I'm perfectly fine being alone in deep thought. I don't give a shit about what people think of me and I really don't care because your opinion of me couldn't matter less to me. I found friends who don't think I'm a &lt;em&gt;rich-arrogant-little-prat-who-shows-off-all-the-time-because-she-always-gets-what-she-wants-anyways&lt;/em&gt; and people who aren't gonna use me and befriend me because of me. My beloveds. I realised that if I fall I fall with grace. I am a ballerina, dancing on the stage of life. If I stumble, I get back up and pick up where I left of and dancing along to the beat. I don't need to change to be accepted by anyone, people need to change their perception on me. I can't please anyone and I don't intend to. I love myself- deal with it. I realised that you can't please everyone and someone out there is gonna hate you for no apparent reason and YES it will hurt and will stay on like a scar that can never heal but you learn to live with it. I realised that just because someone goes to an expensive school it doesn't mean that they're more mature. I learnt to let go, I learnt to forgive. I learnt that it's okay to be left out, it's fine to be the minority. I learnt that... this is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How truly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am meant to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry a tear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tear of relief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I finally realised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found my bliss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-by honey, 31 Dec 2008-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy new year everyone (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-721552284424390508?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/721552284424390508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=721552284424390508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/721552284424390508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/721552284424390508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-isnt-it-scary-how-time-flies-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-2318096770404987518</id><published>2008-12-16T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:39:18.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I read this book &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Somaly&lt;/span&gt; Mam&lt;/em&gt; which is the true story of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cambodian&lt;/span&gt; who fled sexual slavery and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;decodes&lt;/span&gt; her life to rescuing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading books like this because it's just wonderful how people with the odds stacked against them manage to overcome it all to promote a better life for themselves and somehow spread a better and more humane world for others. It makes me appreciate life more and gives me hope that if they can do it when their life was so horrible, why not me ? And I have a great family who supports me through thick and thin. They had nothing. They didn't have material &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt; that I have, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have anything. All they had were the clothes on their back and a glimmer of hope to push on each day, to hope for a better tomorrow...to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways If you have read books like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;even after all this time&lt;/em&gt;, this book is a must read. And if you haven't read those two books, they must be read too. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this book basically talks about trafficking. How children are sold as sex slaves- raped, beaten, abused by 20 men each day. How virgins are sewed without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anaesthetics&lt;/span&gt; and resold for weeks as "virgins" as in Cambodia they believe virgins can cure... aids? And some children start at the age of 8 and being to "small" men cut open their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vuhjayjays&lt;/span&gt; with knifes. How horrible is that?! It's a real eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit the sites to know more about this and how to help curb this horrible fate for millions of young women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.somaly.org/"&gt;http://www.somaly.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somaly_Mam"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somaly_Mam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-2318096770404987518?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2318096770404987518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=2318096770404987518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2318096770404987518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2318096770404987518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-i-read-this-book-somaly-mam-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-4472572123907654708</id><published>2008-12-08T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:48:19.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will never understand this irony of life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;My life ALWAYS seems to be screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;One thing or another ALWAYS happens. Im a loner. I admit. People are nice to be around, but most of the time, I like to be alone with my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really just want to run away.&lt;br /&gt;I have been suicidal. I have had those thoughts. Living is harder than dying. And every day I slowly drift to the obscure.&lt;br /&gt;The happy face? That's just an act.&lt;br /&gt;I don't procrastinate, I hate everyone.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to die tomorrow, I'll die with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;And I doubt anyone would even notice I'm gone...I mean...I was never here, right ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-4472572123907654708?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4472572123907654708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=4472572123907654708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4472572123907654708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4472572123907654708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-never-understand-this-irony-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-5831465848672993181</id><published>2008-12-06T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:56:46.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I blogged, I mean, really... It's just that nothing has really been happening in my life. Same old routines and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; to blog "oh i went here and there and here and i bought this" and spam it with pictures everyday. Basically I've been living. You'd think after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; I'd be bored, but somehow there's just so much for me to do. and it's great! Any who, when something interesting DOES come up, ill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; share my train of tots with my fellow non existent readers.&lt;br /&gt;Till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thn&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-5831465848672993181?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5831465848672993181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=5831465848672993181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5831465848672993181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5831465848672993181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-while-since-i-blogged-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-7192264303226949535</id><published>2008-11-29T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:19:48.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; this is kinda overdue, but &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPM IS OVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! The day I've waited for since like...&lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt; has finally come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO MORE SCHOOL.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO MORE UNIFORMS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whooopie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO MORE RULES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*does a jig*&lt;br /&gt;but...Idk...maybe I kinda willl miss it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so allow me to recap those days of SPMishimness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random pictures in class.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057366479199138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/STE3O04GW6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/bgnqrZ_lzUg/s320/DSC03469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057366324171122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/STE3O0TI0XI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/eL9I3XiU2z8/s320/DSC03465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057366977576914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/STE3O2u6_9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/w8hlwUcELdU/s320/DSC03468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057365065396962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/STE3OvnBcuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5NfmYhI4lH0/s320/DSC03459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my final paper was on the 27th, Est. and before the next paper me, Ivan and Mabel decided to go Mr. Pot for lunch/breakfast/brunch? wtv&lt;br /&gt;And in the car, "my song" came on. And since I had my camera with me, I recorded the awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;video&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to school and did the FINAL paper... (well for me and ivan...*pokes mabel* HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;And when we were done, there was this feeling of...omg...its over. and I got all patriotic and sand the negaraku anthem : who would've tot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways we went gurney and walked around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057774344453298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/STE3mkSwPLI/AAAAAAAAARI/ok1ZpYj68H8/s320/DSC03470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we went to secret recipe for tea/lunch/tunch ? wtv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057777326986674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/STE3mvZ2FbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0EMD_3O2f4E/s320/DSC03479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057770311297634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/STE3mVRLKmI/AAAAAAAAARA/56VPQAcxdBA/s320/DSC03485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057789492653666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/STE3ncuXbmI/AAAAAAAAARg/9QK7Ct3dYkg/s320/DSC03486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057786000574802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/STE3nPtyiVI/AAAAAAAAARY/ccVvNr8t7QY/s320/DSC03486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after ordering we realized the time and it was 10 minutes to 5 and our movie was at 5. so we cancelled our order &lt;strike&gt;(with lots of embarrassment)&lt;/strike&gt; and went to the cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. Twilight. &lt;u&gt;Robert Pattinson.&lt;/u&gt; *drroll* Seriously, I dont think Rob is really hot in real life but in that movie, the character, the intensity, the passion, the...edward ? I fell in love with him. so now, &lt;b&gt;my new obsession is The Rob.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057354226513730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/STE3OHO1N0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Q9iRx3VattU/s320/Edward-Cullen-Banner-twilight-series-2751071-615-309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was over we had dinnah at BBQ chicken. Ivan didn't join us. &lt;i&gt;He had some bitchin' to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since SPM ended I NEEDED to burn something! and I didnt have a lighter, so I bought a lighter and BURNT MY SCHEDULE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all, I am &lt;u&gt;so glad&lt;/u&gt; spm is over. this day took forever to come and now that it's gone...&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;i just dread results. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-7192264303226949535?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7192264303226949535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=7192264303226949535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7192264303226949535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7192264303226949535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-maybe-this-is-kinda-overdue-but-spm.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/STE3O04GW6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/bgnqrZ_lzUg/s72-c/DSC03469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-2188244897531477203</id><published>2008-11-05T14:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:18:12.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SRFkdu6WpDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/M-8OkDG4kG8/s1600-h/Obama_4_0_by_nofrojeff2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265099901344588850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SRFkdu6WpDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/M-8OkDG4kG8/s320/Obama_4_0_by_nofrojeff2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SRE-2JUaYTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yLHkT1gTvXQ/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058539308212530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SRE-2JUaYTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yLHkT1gTvXQ/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Change has &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; come to America (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265099238786090562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SRFj3KsGRkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UZe_242_gGg/s320/Obama___Luther_King_by_BenHeine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In death King became a martyr in the civil rights struggle, but in life he was a charismatic hero battling for racial equality, from the 1956 bus boycott in Montgomery, Alabama and non-violent protest marches through to his famous "I have a dream" speech in Washington in 1963."I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal,'" King told some 250,000 people gathered at the Lincoln Memorial in the US capital."I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character."Four words -- "I have a dream" -- thundered through his speech and entered into the American lexicon as symbols of the pursuit of racial equality in America.Some 40 years later, Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama's campaign is putting that concept to the test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265099901527901922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SRFkdvmDxuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZdBqqp42rGU/s320/Obama__s_Fantasy_by_NorthOne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/799431074118937254-2188244897531477203?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2188244897531477203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=2188244897531477203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2188244897531477203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2188244897531477203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-has-finally-come-to-america.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SRFkdu6WpDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/M-8OkDG4kG8/s72-c/Obama_4_0_by_nofrojeff2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1605198957124875863</id><published>2008-11-04T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:25:19.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥SPM 2008♥&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♦♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11.11.2008 - Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BM 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEJ 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BM 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♦♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12.11.2008 - Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BI 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BI 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEJ 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♦♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13.11.2008 - Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MATH 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MATH 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♦♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17.11.2008 - Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SCIENCE 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SCIENCE 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♦♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18.11.2008 - Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADD MATH 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADD MATH 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♦♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19.11.2008 - Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ISLAM 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ISLAM 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♦♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20.11.2008 - Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEM 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEM 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEM 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♦♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24.11.2008 - Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIO 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIO 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIO 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♦♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25.11.2008 - Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHYSICS 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHYSICS 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHYSICS 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♦♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27.11.2008 - Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EST 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EST 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♦♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you will never know how it feels to have the person that means everything to you make you feel like nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1605198957124875863?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1605198957124875863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1605198957124875863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1605198957124875863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1605198957124875863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/11/spm-2008-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8788646053687918029</id><published>2008-10-30T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:37:10.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ich bin deine Ritze / Ich bin deine Ritze und Schlitze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am your scratches / I am your scratches and slits&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8788646053687918029?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8933093753998231603</id><published>2008-10-29T05:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:55:43.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beyonce: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The heart is stronger than you think,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like it can go through anything.&lt;br /&gt;And even when you think it can’t it finds a way to still push on, though&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes you want to run away, Ain’t got the patience for the pain&lt;br /&gt;And if you don’t believe it look into, your heart the beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m tellin’ you that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna/Miley: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things get better, Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you fall, dust it off, don’t let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t you know you can go be your own miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS :&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you’ve had enough, But the heart keeps telling you don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl/Beyonce:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who are we to be..questioning, wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up…THROUGH IT ALL, JUST STAND UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s like we all have better days&lt;br /&gt;Problems getting all up in your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because you go through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t mean it got to take control, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ain’t gotta find no hiding place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyshia: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because the heart can beat the hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t wanna let your mind keep playin’ you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyshia: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sayin’ you can’t go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m tellin’ you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dust if off, don’t let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t you know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don’t gotta be a prisoner in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciara: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you fall, dust it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can live your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna/Carrie: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let your heart be your guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna/Carrie: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you will know that you’re good if you trust in the good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashanti: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything will be alright, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Light up the dark, if you follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it will get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got it in you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in now, find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in now, find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;Find it within you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: THROUGH IT ALL, JUST STAND UP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8933093753998231603?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8933093753998231603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=8933093753998231603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8933093753998231603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8933093753998231603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/10/beyonce-heart-is-stronger-than-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1570892632918488319</id><published>2008-10-27T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:19:13.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS A RANT. seriously. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; read if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to read me rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so basically my life has been a pathetic routine that i want to break out of.&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed hence suffering mild depression? &lt;em&gt;Is that normal when you get stressed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; take me wrong here, I think me being stress shows that I actually care about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; thingy because 96% of the time I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; get stressed. So... I am happy but unhappy that I'm stressed. &lt;strong&gt;Does that even make sense&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Because I usually take life as it goes. And frankly speaking the "&lt;em&gt;getting straight A's for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" is so lame. Not that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care about getting straight A's or whatever I just think it's so overrated. I mean, even with B's you can still enter the university and stuff unless you were aiming for a scholarship - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thn&lt;/span&gt; you'd have no choice BUT to get straight A's.&lt;br /&gt;But think about it, why all the hype? I mean, at the end of the day, in the long run, its about how much you earn and if your job can support a lifestyle that you want to live after your education is over. or so to say, once you become an adult in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (because &lt;em&gt;apparently&lt;/em&gt; the world that we teenagers live in is the&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt; fake world&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate routine&lt;/b&gt;. I cannot express how much I hate routine. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jsut&lt;/span&gt; want to be able to do what I want when i want how I want. My mom says after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; I can go out and do what I want when I want and how I want-but we all know that's not happening la. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. After my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; I was promised that and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get it. I pointed it out to my mom and she's like well now you're older and i gave her the&lt;i&gt; "yeah right sure" &lt;/i&gt;look. I mean seriously. I sometimes feel claustrophobic. like the walls around me are slowly caving in. I need one day to just sleep and do nothing. I know I have those days but I feel so exhausted la. Like, Really. &lt;u&gt;Mentally and physically.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; this is gonna be so out of topic. But &lt;u&gt;i cannot stand rejection.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Maybe its because I was brought up that way?&lt;/strike&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know. I usually get what I want (Within limit) and have the last say. Not having the last say in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;smething&lt;/span&gt; is making me pissed. It's like for instance if you hate me and you come crawling back to me, I want the satisfaction of hating you last? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Imsuchabitch&lt;/span&gt;. But you get the idea! I like to be in control. so yeah. that's bugging me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the weight/height/looks issue. People see me as confident. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. lets just say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a good faker. We all have our insecurities. I have mine. And some days they re just staring you in the face. so...basically you feel really crappie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also ALSO,yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; more, Ive been home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more now. Like home alone. 2 days now. With leftover dinners and sandwiches. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; me ? anyways, I used to have hamsters. the last one died this year (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;godblesshissoul&lt;/span&gt;) and I want a dog. I WANT A DOG. I want one so badly. But there's a part of me going, no I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want one. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have time for one. and another part going BUT YES YOU DO. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; let me make this easier to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;me : I want a dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; so lonely. Ive wanted one since I was 9 but never got one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me2: Yea, but you don't have time or a dog. You're 17! you're going to college soon. Do you think you'd have time for one? Are mum and dad gonna be keeping it? and you know dad doesn't really like animals. His favorite pet would be a fish for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;christ&lt;/span&gt; sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: But maybe I can work something out. Or foster pets or something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me2: But you don't even have a garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Ah, but My apartment is 2 stories! and we have the whole library area and stuff that's practically empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me2: Are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;gonnna&lt;/span&gt; be cleaning the dog or is mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: OBVIOUSLY ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me2: When you go to college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ME: well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically is what is going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I HAVE DIAGNOSED MYSELF WITH mild depression and maybe anxiety and bipolar disorder teamed with insomnia?.&lt;br /&gt;the end of the rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1570892632918488319?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1570892632918488319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1570892632918488319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1570892632918488319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1570892632918488319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1218828545059610502</id><published>2008-10-26T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:21:16.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suicide Butterfly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fluttering my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying , "Hey Honey, tomorrow is &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;a better day"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crawling in my thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Screwing with my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suicide butterfly will show you how your perfect life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isn't fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Written by Honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1218828545059610502?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1218828545059610502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1218828545059610502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1218828545059610502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1218828545059610502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/10/suicide-butterfly-fluttering-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-5975576822943224843</id><published>2008-10-20T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:54:52.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this essay I wrote&lt;br /&gt;A LONNNNG TIME AGO&lt;br /&gt;like, 3 years? The if i could change the world one.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty lame. I didnt expect to win but I guess I wanted to share my view on the whole race/religion thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change the world&lt;br /&gt;The world that we live in has an abundance of problems. Racism, Religious discrimination, war, poverty, pollution are just some issues that connect to us in one way or another. Have you ever wondered what could possibly be the root of these problems? Well, I strongly think that it is Racism and Religious discrimination. That is why if I could change the world, I would make everyone of one race and religion.&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by explaining how all the problems I’ve stated above are interconnected. We start with racism and religious discrimination. Someone somewhere could have made a rather harsh statement that offended many people of a certain race or religion which might lead to war, the second problem. Innocent people who are in the middle of this war will suffer a great deal and thus poverty due to lack of food and basic necessities. The bomb blasts which contain many toxic chemical gasses which will cause pollution and the depletion of the ozone layer thus the greenhouse effect which will harm us, the human race. See my point?&lt;br /&gt;Racism. What is it? We’ve all either read about it, experienced it personally or know of someone who has, but what is it? It mainly refers to the beliefs, practices and institutions that differentiate and discriminate against people based on their race. Primarily, it refers to an assumption that the human species can be divided into different races, coupled with hostility toward people of a certain race and that races differ in value. Some people even believe that races can be placed on a ranked hierarchical scale!&lt;br /&gt;Racism is divided into three major categories which are individual racism such as when someone like an employer does not hire, promote or fires you in whole or part due to your race. The second is structural racism, which starts from individual racism to become a structure of a one-race policy. The last is ideological racism, racism without knowing someone of that race but has an assumption or conception about that certain race. Researches at the University of Chicago and Harvard found out in a 2003 study that there was widespread discrimination at the workplace against job applicants whose names were merely perceived as “sounding black” even though they had excellent qualifications and many years of experience.&lt;br /&gt;Racism goes on everywhere everyday all around the world, in schools, homes, offices and many other places. I too have been a victim of racism as one of friend’s father does not like her mixing with other races with the exception of her own. I am a born Mix and my roots can be traced back all the way to Pakistan and Mongolia but it does not mean I am any lesser than a Chinese or that I am a terrorist! The United Nations uses a definition of racial discrimination laid out in the International Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Racial Discrimination and adopted in 1966 which states, “…any distinction, exclusion, restriction or preference based on race, colour, descent or national or ethnic origin which has the purpose or effect of nullifying or impairing the recognition, enjoyment or exercise, on an equal footing, of human rights and fundamental freedoms in the political, economic, social, cultural or any other field of public life”. Remember, you cannot fight racism with racism; the best way to fight it is with solidarity.&lt;br /&gt;Religious discrimination is also a big problem that we face daily. Religious discrimination is treating a person or group lower because of their perceived “inferior” or “valueless” religion or treating someone differently because of what they do not or do believe. While many religious and secular authorities nowadays tend to stress that religion is something personal, the highly social nature of most religions creates conflicts between religious groups, and thus discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;Adolf Hitler was the most heartless of all human beings in racial and religious discrimination. He was against the Jews and tried to eliminate them from the face of our earth. He without doubt is the German leader responsible for the Holocaust, which killed millions of Jews, the disabled, homosexuals and gypsies during World War II. He used to say, “If I can send the flower of the German nation into the hell of war without the smallest pity for the shedding of precious German blood, then surely I have the right to remove millions of an inferior race that breeds like vermin.” Apart from Adolf Hitler, The Klu Klux Klan or better known as the KKK whom are also similar to Hitler in many ways as they are a group that advocates anti-Semitism and show hatred to anyone who is not white.&lt;br /&gt;Lamb Gaede and Lynx Gaede are 13-year-old American twins whom are getting attention for the angry and hateful lyrics they sing in their pop act, Prussian Blue. They perform at gatherings for the Klu Klux Klan and wear T-shirts with Adolf Hitler smiley faces on them. They both think that Hitler was a great man who was trying to preserve his race and country and do not believe in mixing races as it will be a “big mess”. Their mother, April, is a racist who has brought up the girls to believe that whites are the superior race. She has been home-schooling them, teaching them her version of history that downplays the Holocaust. &lt;br /&gt;Much effort has been exhausted to eliminate racism and religious discrimination to promote equality and unity among people of different races and religions but they have all failed miserably. Malaysia’s newest project is National Service, a three month program whose main goal is to promote unity and understanding among the students of different races and religions. This project will benefit in many ways other than Racism and Religious discrimination. Racism and Religious discrimination isn’t born, it’s taught. If 11 years of schooling does not change that, how can 3 months? These values should be taught at a very young and vulnerable age.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we seem destined to define ourselves with labels? Labels are mere words. If we want others to know what we are, why not show them? Show them through action. Actions still speak louder than words. I do not care if you are a Buddhist, a Muslim, a White, a Christian, a Hindu, a Black, a Jew, a follower of any countless other faiths, traditions, paths, colour, race or religions that are spread throughout this World.&lt;br /&gt;We are all one. One human family, one world, one universe. As the Dalai Lama says it, "All human beings come from a mother's womb. We are all the same part of one human family. We should have a clear realization of the oneness of all humanity." Only when we understand this, there would be no racism or religious discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for letting me share my views. Sharing is how we learn from others. Through sharing comes understanding. From understanding comes trust. From trust comes friendship. From friendship comes hope and admiration. From all of these great things there comes peace. That is why if I could change the world, I would eliminate all but one religion and race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-5975576822943224843?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5975576822943224843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=5975576822943224843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5975576822943224843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5975576822943224843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-found-this-essay-i-wrote-lonnnng-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-4279498436306426588</id><published>2008-10-19T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:51:51.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so obseesed with vampires- you have no idea! So I decided to make myself one. haha. These are the steps on how i did it. nyeh. I AM A VAMPIRE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Original&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SPofRJkXtkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yofv0_k0pcM/s1600-h/the+original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258549894395180610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SPofRJkXtkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yofv0_k0pcM/s320/the+original.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Changing skin and eye colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SPofRKgwcaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Pd0MAUvAkT4/s1600-h/the+progress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258549894648459682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SPofRKgwcaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Pd0MAUvAkT4/s320/the+progress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adding make up and fangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SPofRXnsyhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xKElKjE8CAI/s1600-h/the+progress+with+fangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258549898167241234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SPofRXnsyhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xKElKjE8CAI/s320/the+progress+with+fangs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A lil bloood :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SPofRvF1dSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hBiFlBxV-Ls/s1600-h/the+finale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258549904467653922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SPofRvF1dSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hBiFlBxV-Ls/s320/the+finale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crop and add watermark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258549902879510450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SPofRpLMT7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/HhVbZFnEHK0/s320/the+finale2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and contrast it using curves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258552917722756834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SPoiBIV1duI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OA3jmpzAlOI/s320/the+finale2contrasted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took me about an hour ++ to do. haha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I EES PROUD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-4279498436306426588?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4279498436306426588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=4279498436306426588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4279498436306426588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4279498436306426588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-obseesed-with-vampires-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SPofRJkXtkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yofv0_k0pcM/s72-c/the+original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1954326481892989252</id><published>2008-10-16T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:38:38.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a slut because I’ll wear shorts and a tank top &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a bitch because I don't let you push me around &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a liar because I won't tell you everything &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m stupid because sometimes I’m wrong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m ugly because my face isn't perfect &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a whore because I like boys &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m annoying because I’m not chill enough &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a loser because I’m not friends with your group &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a playgirl because I don’t fall for every guy I meet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I use people because I do what’s best for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m fake because most of the time I’m happy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m weird because I’m not like you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m controlling because I get mad sometimes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m clingy because I like to be around people &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m greedy because I like to be satisfied &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m naive because I’m younger than you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m conceited because I’m proud of who I am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m rude because my manners aren't perfect &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m unappreciative because I don't praise you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m self-obsessed because I have a lot to say &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't try to tell me who I am because you have no idea. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1954326481892989252?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1954326481892989252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1954326481892989252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1954326481892989252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1954326481892989252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-slut-because-ill-wear-shorts-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8232827377576734399</id><published>2008-10-16T17:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:11:03.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From a book I read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each Paragraph is from a different page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to share:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never trust fairy tales, any story that ends with "They all lived happily ever after" is a crock. There are no happy endings. No endings, full stop. Life goes on. There's always something new around the corner. You can overcome major obstacles, face great danger, look evil in the eye and live to tell the tale - but that's not the end. Life sweeps you forward, swings you round, bruises and batters you, drops some new drama or strategy on your lap, never lets go until you reach one true end - death. As long as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; you're breathing, your story's still going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Life isn't a fairy tale. Stories don't end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;They continue as long as you're alive. You just have to get on with things. Turn the page, start a new chapter, find out what's in store for you next, and keep your fingers crossed that it's not too awful. Even if you know in your heart and soul that it most probably will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;There are no happy endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8232827377576734399?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8232827377576734399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-6013288829626213930</id><published>2008-10-11T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T03:25:32.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SO-sEJrBiwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LrnjVBTWInw/s1600-h/4zv9wdz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255608477480487682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SO-sEJrBiwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LrnjVBTWInw/s400/4zv9wdz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got it through a forwarded email&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SO-r8IlClZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WJ4Z9tTudpM/s1600-h/4zv9wdz.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SO-sEJrBiwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LrnjVBTWInw/s72-c/4zv9wdz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-2049018043712176528</id><published>2008-10-07T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:16:55.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boys are cheats and liars,&lt;br /&gt;They’re such a big disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;They will tell you anything&lt;br /&gt;To get to second base-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ball, baseball,&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he's gonna score,&lt;br /&gt;If you let him go all the way&lt;br /&gt;Then you are a whore-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ticulturists study flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Geologists study rocks,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing a guy wants from you&lt;br /&gt;Is a place to put his cock-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-roaches, beetles,&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies, and bugs,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes him happier&lt;br /&gt;Than a giant pair of jug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lers and acrobats&lt;br /&gt;And dancing bears named chuck,&lt;br /&gt;All boys want to do is...&lt;br /&gt;Forget it no such luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-2049018043712176528?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2049018043712176528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-3406674616183763538</id><published>2008-10-05T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T01:09:22.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A boy of seven threw a zoo’s rare reptiles to the resident crocodile and bludgeoned other creatures to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCTV recorded the child laughing as he rampaged round the Australian reptile farm, his mother making no attempt to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten lizards, turtles and other reptiles were devoured by the crocodile, while three were pounded to death with rocks during the 30-minute killing spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘This behaviour is sickening,’ said Rex Neindorf, director of the Alice Springs Reptile Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff were particularly upset by the loss of a female Spencer’s goanna, a type of lizard, which he bludgeoned to death with a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals were worth £3,500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Neindorf plans to sue the child’s parents because he is three years under the legal age of criminal responsibility. Police are to interview them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy, whose deadly acts were caught on the zoo's security camera, also threw several live animals to Terry over the two fences surrounding the crocodile's enclosure.&lt;br /&gt;At one point, the youngster climbed over the outer fence to get closer to the giant reptile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the footage, the boy's face remains largely blank.&lt;br /&gt;'It was like he was playing a game,' Mr Neindorf said.&lt;br /&gt;He killed 13 animals, including a turtle, bearded dragons and thorny devil lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although none were rare, some would be difficult to replace, the zoo director added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We're horrified that anyone can do this, and saddened by the age of the child,' Mr Neindorf said.&lt;br /&gt;Alice Springs police said they identified the boy, who lives locally, but were unable to press charges because of his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children under age 10 are not criminally liable under the law in the Northern Territory.&lt;br /&gt;'By all accounts, he's quite a nasty 7-year-old,' said Neindorf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If we can't put the blame onto the child, then someone has to accept the responsibility.'&lt;br /&gt;The zoo's security system, which relies on sensors, probably did not detect the boy because he is so small.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1067310/Boy-7-feeds-zoo-animals-crocodile-bludgeons-death-30-minute-rampage.html"&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1067310/Boy-7-feeds-zoo-animals-crocodile-bludgeons-death-30-minute-rampage.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the link to see pictures of the demonic child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard this I was utterly shocked.&lt;br /&gt;I mean first of all, killing at any age is BAD.&lt;br /&gt;but killing at 7! WHATTHAFARk&lt;br /&gt;HE KILLED ANIMALS AT 7&lt;br /&gt;AND HIS PARENTS DIDNT STOP HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give him a tight slap la&lt;br /&gt;nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-3406674616183763538?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3406674616183763538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=3406674616183763538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3406674616183763538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3406674616183763538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/10/boy-of-seven-threw-zoos-rare-reptiles.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1580356113555254010</id><published>2008-10-03T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:04:08.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont know why, recently ive been more philosophical. And thinking about life. And time. And memories. And basically feel all melancholy ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass" (Charles Kuralt) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that just means&lt;u&gt; I'm stressed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to think about &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; when I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand &lt;u&gt;why&lt;/u&gt; people want to waste their lives away.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many aspects and different interpretations of wasting your life.&lt;br /&gt;There's the basic and most common wasting of life which is basically throwing your life away- drugs, smoking, excessive partying? and not giving a shit basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's just dumb, if anyone does that slap em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I was born for greatness. I think we all were born to achieve and do greaat things. Not super uberly great things like finding the cure for cancer but greatness in ones own point of view.&lt;br /&gt;Confused?&lt;strike&gt; I BET YOU ARE &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like, when you help someone, even if it's something so &lt;i&gt;insignificant&lt;/i&gt; to you (or them) is a great thing. Like, when you see someone drop a 50 note as tempted as you are to take it you stop them and return their cash.&lt;br /&gt;That is a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe if your go to the animal shelter just to play with the pets for a day.&lt;br /&gt;That is a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;Or how about being polite to your parents for a day.&lt;br /&gt;That is a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;Or even telling someone u love them.&lt;br /&gt;That is a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all are capable of great things and even if we're rejected or unappreciated for the things that we do, we shouldnt feel bad or upset about it, but rather rejoice the fact that we actually did it.&lt;u&gt;We didn't hesitate, we didn't procrastinate, we did it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;try&lt;/u&gt; to live life with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everything that ive done whether good or bad has made an impact&lt;br /&gt;I dont go around wishing people shoot me&lt;br /&gt;or wishing I hadnt hung out with that person&lt;br /&gt;or wish i could turn back time to redo anything&lt;br /&gt;I would turn back time to relive my memories&lt;br /&gt;But to change anything- never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;SPM so near&lt;br /&gt;but I dont feel like studying&lt;br /&gt;I just want to die on the floor&lt;br /&gt;or start partying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where my party people at&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH&lt;br /&gt;WHY COULDNT IT BE AN OPEN BOOK EXAM&lt;br /&gt;goddamnit&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;well yeah :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish everyone was loved tonight&lt;br /&gt;and somehow stop this endless fight&lt;br /&gt;just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Goo goo dolls, better days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1580356113555254010?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1580356113555254010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1580356113555254010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1580356113555254010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1580356113555254010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-know-why-recently-ive-been-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-9123193469661818057</id><published>2008-09-24T20:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:37:32.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something man has no control over.&lt;br /&gt;How fast does time fly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, it's gonna be october soon!&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DID MY YEAR GO?&lt;br /&gt;Feels like only yesterday I was walking in nervously into the hall of Sri Pinang wondering if I'd be accepted amongst my new friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;ITS GONNA BE OCTOBER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;time is a valuable thing&lt;br /&gt;Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings&lt;br /&gt;Watch it count down to the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks life away&lt;br /&gt;It’s so unreal&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t look out below&lt;br /&gt;Watch the time go right out the window&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on / but didn’t even know&lt;br /&gt;Wasted it all just to&lt;br /&gt;Watch you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Linkin park-in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In otherwords, my SPM is nearing but instead of studying, here I am, on the computer, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procastinatingmuch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my grandparents anniversary present just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought this really awesome photoframe for them and I thought it'd be cool if I put pictures of them in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was going through the photoalbum, lots of black and white photos. And I saw this once picture of my mom when she was ...what...one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was like "woah, that's my mom : "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly in a bad way, but maybe in nostalgic way?&lt;br /&gt;I saw lots of pictures of myself as a kid&lt;br /&gt;And i remember taking them and it jusst hit me "I'm eighteen next year... &lt;dotdotdot&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and Im in my final year of school&lt;br /&gt;Feels like yesterday that I was in form 1 complaining on how much i cant wait for school to end!&lt;br /&gt;And dont get me wrong, I DO want it to end, but it seems strangely shorter than it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guesss what I'm trying to say is&lt;br /&gt;DONT procrastinate-do what you want!&lt;br /&gt;Dont let petty things get in the way of friendship or in love!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, life is TOO short to spend hating someone&lt;br /&gt;Or living with regrets&lt;br /&gt;Or worrying about what's to come&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the moment&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;And KNOW you're not gonna get this same very moment, year, day, hour, minute,sec, milisec, or&lt;br /&gt;whatever back again. Once it's gone, it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I dont want to waste my life wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im gonna scream it out now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my family: Jesus, sometimes I cannot stand you guys (oops) but know deep down i love all of you guys alot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my friends: YOU GUYS ROCK MY SOCKS. Be happy to know if I died tomorrow, I'd be happy to have known you guys and have had so many bittersweet moments to share with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my lovahsss to come: YOU BETTTER NOT CHEAT OR IM GNA END YOUR LIFE *imeanItInTheNicestOfWays&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anwyays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tot i'd be fun to show you guys how I used to look :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562081006219442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SNow5ji8cLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/mLWpZDSUFX4/s320/DSC01614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Orange is so my colour :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249563410499206066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SNoyG8Sxe7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/43qNrTkTe3o/s320/DSC01615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sister&amp;amp;me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562046629256690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SNow3je1nfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8HhpEegZLrg/s320/DSC01584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking for LOST BEST FRIEND, Sarah Michelle Matthews (ithink)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249563969128876370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SNoyndWdyVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XEh6kY4gBew/s320/DSC01594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still watch TV like that... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562079896084882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SNow5faRIZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BpVsW9f-kCk/s320/DSC01593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sister;SHE STILL KISSES ME AND PINCHES MY CHEEK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562070745544610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SNow49Um96I/AAAAAAAAAOI/GSgSRpEFSeY/s320/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember this picture it was in Genting. It was my sexy model pose :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-9123193469661818057?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/9123193469661818057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=9123193469661818057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/9123193469661818057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/9123193469661818057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/time.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SNow5ji8cLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/mLWpZDSUFX4/s72-c/DSC01614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-6341170993624626547</id><published>2008-09-23T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:39:42.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KoVTJT89Nhk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KoVTJT89Nhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-6341170993624626547?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6341170993624626547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=6341170993624626547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6341170993624626547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6341170993624626547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-9084736949731856277</id><published>2008-09-22T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:51:31.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not the fault of student if&lt;br /&gt;he/she fails because the year ONLY&lt;br /&gt;has 365 days...&lt;br /&gt;typical academic year for a student:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sundays - 52 Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest.&lt;br /&gt;Days left 313.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Summer holidays - 50 LIKE WE STUDY .&lt;br /&gt;Days left 263.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 8 hours daily sleep - 130 days GONE.&lt;br /&gt;Days left 141.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 1 hour for daily playing- (good for health) means 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;Days left 126.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 2 hours daily for food &amp;amp; other delicacies (chewing properly &amp;amp; swallowing) - means 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;Days left 96.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 1 hour for talking (man is a social animal) - means 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;Days left 81.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Exam days - per year at least 35 days.&lt;br /&gt;Days left 46.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Quarterly, half yearly and festival (holidays) - 40 days.&lt;br /&gt;Days left 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. For sickness - at least 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;Days left 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Movies and functions- at least 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;1 day left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. That 1 day is your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;How can you study on that day ?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-9084736949731856277?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/9084736949731856277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=9084736949731856277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/9084736949731856277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/9084736949731856277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-not-fault-of-student-if-heshe-fails.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-3991760957523227602</id><published>2008-09-21T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:50:12.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYxF5bzcGyQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYxF5bzcGyQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fuck, this is funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-3991760957523227602?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3991760957523227602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=3991760957523227602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3991760957523227602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3991760957523227602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuck-this-is-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1720051012721937462</id><published>2008-09-19T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:58:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stange eh how life is?&lt;br /&gt;One day your life seems perfect and the next it's an utter disaster&lt;br /&gt;You just dont know what can happen and in a split second it does.&lt;br /&gt;You dont even catch it with your blind eyes. You just THINK you saw it, and BAM it hits you out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays like this, I sit and I wonder and I just reflect on what things have happened to me. Things that I wouldnt have expected to, things that never wouldve crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for instance, when I was in primary school, the amount of backstabbing, bitching and fights I had. To think my best friends thn, arent my best friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the fact that this year Im in a whole new school, with new friends, positive energy. It's not exactly such a drag or torture to go to school anymore, it's more fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love, and I love passionately, but I lost. And now I dont even dare approach those waters of leervvv again. I for see me being single, with 38 cats living alone. Let's see if that prediction comes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that nothing really good ever lasts with me. Like, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I get something, I love it, I cherish it, and it slips away.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a pattern with friends, family, pets, school, grades, shoes.&lt;br /&gt;GAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do all good things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;come to an end&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pain sets it and I don't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well the dogs were barking at a new moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping it would come soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the rain forgot how to bring salvation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the dogs were barking at the new moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nelly furtado-why do all good things (come to an end)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1720051012721937462?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1720051012721937462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1720051012721937462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1720051012721937462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1720051012721937462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/stange-eh-how-life-is-one-day-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-7572913505466443923</id><published>2008-09-15T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:53:53.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. The last person to tag you is?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- JessiCA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Your 5 impression towards him/her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- I wouldn't exactly say we're super close, but ya know, we have this connnectionnnn ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. The most memorable thing that he/she has ever done for you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- When she came for my 16th birthday party. that was fun on a whole new level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. The most memorable words that he/she spoke to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- I cant remember exactly but I invited her to her first party, so that's a really awesome feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- get down&amp;amp;dirty. oh la la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.-- BE SADDDDDD ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- NOTHING. Jessi is perfect in every way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.--She ate my cookie. HAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. The most desirable thing to do for him/her is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Go to china :D hahaha ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Overall impression towards him/her is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- One world. AWESOME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Ireallydontknow. ask them? :\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. The character for you for yourself is..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- ? *blank*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. On the contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Uhrm...*blank* whats not to love? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Megan Fox. But im happy being me too :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. For the person who cares and likes you, say something about him/her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- uhrm. SINGLE: but youre welcome to change that :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Ten people to tag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Kesh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Natasha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Ivan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. May&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.Emmi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.Shu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.Lara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.Amresh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.Alex&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.Chittesh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok people who I tag, u dont have to do it, seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Who is number 2 having a relationship with ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Idk...*twiddles fingers*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Is 3 a male or a female ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- FEMALE :P hahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. If number 7 and 10 got together, would that be a good thing ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- hmm. I odnt know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. How about 5 and 8?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- LMFAO NO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. What is number 1 studying about ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Ireallydontknow. What are u studying abt kesh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- I chat with number 1,2,3 and 4 almost everyday. so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Is number 4 single?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- MINE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Say something about number 2?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- FREAKKKK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-7572913505466443923?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7572913505466443923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=7572913505466443923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7572913505466443923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7572913505466443923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-6229677631279501864</id><published>2008-09-15T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:19:58.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;when you have no idea about anything physics&lt;br /&gt;and people look in your direction for answers&lt;br /&gt;Jesus people, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know physics&lt;br /&gt;I hate it so much&lt;br /&gt;IT'S like a whole NEW level of hate&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, let's talk about the hate levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1&lt;br /&gt;hate like as in hating to go to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;Hate like how I hate ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Juni&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Syamala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;Hate like hating physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WHYYYYY&lt;/span&gt; PHYSICS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WHYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stabs book*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid abhorrent, despicable, heinous, loathsome, outrageously repulsive and VILE subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for that&lt;br /&gt;Ive written a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU PHYSICS&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DIE&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU ISAAC NEWTON&lt;br /&gt;FOR PLAGUING MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE SCIENCE OF MATTER&lt;br /&gt;DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED TO KNOW how-to-calculate-the-energy-released-by-the-fission-of -one-uranium-235-nucleus-while-suspended-in-air-trying-to-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;calculate&lt;/span&gt;-gravitational-pull-and-deciding-how-much-would-be-needed-to-reach-thermal-equilibrium-while-trying-to-understand-the-force-on-a-current-carrying-conductor-in-a-magnetic-field-as-I-am-analysing-refraction-of-waves-reflected-by-a-concave-or-convex-mirror-at-an-angle-of-30degrees-while-looking-at-a-ship-using-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Archimedes&lt;/span&gt;'-principal-that-states-that-the-upwards-thrust-experienced-by-an-object-in-liquid-is-equal-to-the-weight-of-the-liquid-displaced?&lt;br /&gt;NO I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DONNNNNN&lt;/span&gt; THINK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU BUT&lt;br /&gt;I AM FINE&lt;br /&gt;STOP FUCKING SCREWING WITH MY MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;DIEEE&lt;/span&gt; PHYSICS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DIEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DIIIEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DIIEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone hates physics as much as I do, please, lets be friends (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-6229677631279501864?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6229677631279501864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=6229677631279501864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6229677631279501864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6229677631279501864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-something-is-wrong-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-3414787788410943211</id><published>2008-09-08T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:07:58.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SMQJzjuud7I/AAAAAAAAALM/wYx6hEQVMks/s1600-h/5157_Costume_dreamgirl_08_c_sexy_costumes_dream_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243326647535302578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SMQJzjuud7I/AAAAAAAAALM/wYx6hEQVMks/s320/5157_Costume_dreamgirl_08_c_sexy_costumes_dream_girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do costumes make you horny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://s3.polldaddy.com/p/910223.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-3414787788410943211?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3414787788410943211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=3414787788410943211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3414787788410943211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3414787788410943211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-costumes-make-you-horny.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SMQJzjuud7I/AAAAAAAAALM/wYx6hEQVMks/s72-c/5157_Costume_dreamgirl_08_c_sexy_costumes_dream_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-6093022451761567206</id><published>2008-09-06T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:30:51.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, I went to Mc Donalds and and and there was this irritating fat aunty indian lady infront of me with what seems to be her husband?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Which was shocking for me coz at first glance I thought she was a man&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYWAYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was in line to get my food or wtv at the counter and she actually TURNED around to directly FACE me and look me up and down and give me the &lt;i&gt;"oh, this is a slut"&lt;/i&gt; look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, WTF IS THAT ABOUT? :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242775774391326434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SMIUyhWeVuI/AAAAAAAAALE/M5RkURaQf-c/s320/diagramme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And fine, she did it once. I was like, hmm, ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT THAN SHE &lt;u&gt;DID IT AGAIN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at one point I stared back at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN HER EYES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you know &lt;i&gt;usually&lt;/i&gt; people would turn away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE STARED BACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whatthehelliswrongwithher?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE LOOKED ME UP AND DOWN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and did the disapproving face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and rolled her eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there was no one behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO WHY? ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DONT EVEN KNOW HER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-6093022451761567206?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6093022451761567206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=6093022451761567206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6093022451761567206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6093022451761567206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-i-went-to-mc-donalds-and-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SMIUyhWeVuI/AAAAAAAAALE/M5RkURaQf-c/s72-c/diagramme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1739082022339941072</id><published>2008-09-05T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:52:00.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A not necessarily well-prepared student sat in his life science classroom, staring at a question on the final exam paper. The question directed: "Give four advantages of breast milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to write? He sighed, and began to scribble whatever came into his head, hoping for the best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No need to boil.&lt;br /&gt;2. Never goes sour.&lt;br /&gt;3. Available whenever necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good - maybe. But the exam demanded a fourth answer. Again, what to write? Once more, he sighed. He frowned. He scowled, then sighed again. Suddenly, he brightened. He grabbed his pen, and triumphantly, he scribbled his definitive answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Available in attractive containers of varying sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He received an A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1739082022339941072?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1739082022339941072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1739082022339941072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1739082022339941072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1739082022339941072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-necessarily-well-prepared-student.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8386424632061137328</id><published>2008-09-05T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:29:21.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey has a headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you it isn't swell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey has a headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels like she's in hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey has a headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her head wants to explode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey has a headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess that's how her life goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey has a headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STUPID HEADACHE JUST GO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This headache is evil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's unlike any other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's making her loose her sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It makes her unable to think of sheep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of the headache she cannot study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of the headache she writes this right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of the headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she wants to scream out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn you headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DIE DIE DIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're making me feel crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As if I'm losing my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KEEEL ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a headache ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8386424632061137328?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8386424632061137328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=8386424632061137328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8386424632061137328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8386424632061137328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/honey-has-headache-i-tell-you-it-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8181967891244860083</id><published>2008-09-04T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:43:43.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GET OUT OF MY FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and let me breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8181967891244860083?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8181967891244860083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=8181967891244860083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8181967891244860083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8181967891244860083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyone-get-out-of-my-face-and-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-7536778337250826010</id><published>2008-09-03T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:29:39.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RULE #1People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;WTH, SOMEONE CHEAT ON ME! and thn you pray I'd meet him when I'm wearing my 4 inch heels for unimaginable pain. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To be a freggin KABAZILLIONAIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes you unmotivated?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't it be demotivated? ANYWYAS, I really dont know. I get distracted pretty easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Buy a car, Buy a new house, My versace shoes, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Mabel Be afraid&lt;br /&gt;May be afriad&lt;br /&gt;Ranj Be afriad&lt;br /&gt;Ivan..NAHHH&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;being lvoed for loving someone. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Im young, it'll come. COMMON. Right now, lets fling it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Find a new person I secretly like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that exams were cancelled...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;People calling me pudgy and short ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;Rich, hot, TALL, thin and ruling the world BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Natasha (aka sisteerrr) uhrm, do I have to say nice things? LOL jokes. She's great  (: I can borrow her clothes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Single and RICH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Breathe. Followed by checking my phone and going "damn i cant sleep ): "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Define all. LOL /whoo.&lt;br /&gt;I'd give some, take some, have some and loose some. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;The one who loves me back? DUH ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I'll forgive but NEVVERRR EVER forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you suffer now and enjoy later or the opposite?&lt;br /&gt;I rather not suffer throughout my life. Suffering is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. List 8 people to tag:Ivan and anyone else la... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-7536778337250826010?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7536778337250826010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=7536778337250826010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7536778337250826010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7536778337250826010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/rule-1people-who-have-been-tagged-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8709619075867074273</id><published>2008-09-01T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:16:15.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SLvLWGt2B8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/MjPiX0a16ss/s1600-h/normal_1161887_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241006171996161986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SLvLWGt2B8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/MjPiX0a16ss/s320/normal_1161887_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I cant decide if this outfit britney wore is sexy or slutty?&lt;br /&gt;I know the rule to dress sexy is only show ONE, the cleavage, the midriff or the legs but, Is this really slutty? I mean, shes covered head to toe, but thn again, its see-through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people who post bikini pictures up on facebook or friendster&lt;br /&gt;Sexy? Or slutty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A VOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://s3.polldaddy.com/p/895525.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://s3.polldaddy.com/p/895530.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8709619075867074273?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8709619075867074273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=8709619075867074273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8709619075867074273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8709619075867074273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-i-cant-decide-if-this-outfit-britney.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SLvLWGt2B8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/MjPiX0a16ss/s72-c/normal_1161887_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-959902504725576195</id><published>2008-08-30T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:29:36.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's kill sejarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esp Chapter 6 of form 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DIE SEJARAH DIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DIEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*stabs book with knife*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BWAHAHAHAHHAAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-959902504725576195?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/959902504725576195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=959902504725576195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/959902504725576195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/959902504725576195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-kill-sejarah-esp-chapter-6-of-form.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-5279676424646620066</id><published>2008-08-30T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:24:25.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gw9A_iBI__4&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gw9A_iBI__4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I conclude, Myspace is evil :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-5279676424646620066?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5279676424646620066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=5279676424646620066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5279676424646620066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5279676424646620066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-conclude-myspace-is-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-4570172847768780491</id><published>2008-08-27T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:19:11.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALE&lt;br /&gt;Part 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read part 1 2 and 3 below first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sir", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weslet&lt;/span&gt; stammered. "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;school rules&lt;/span&gt; ban us from being together!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know that's why if I kill you we can be together for eternity", said Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; as he took the blade and placed it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wesleys&lt;/span&gt; neck.&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, Wesley knew any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rebellience&lt;/span&gt; towards Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; will cause him to drag that blade.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, Wesley, are you ready? I am but...", suddenly blood came out from Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Heah's&lt;/span&gt; mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; stopped and Wesley took advantage to step back. Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; fell to the ground and there stood Miss Junie. Wesley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; believe his eyes, why would SHE save him!&lt;br /&gt;Miss Junie Screamed and said, "I do everything for you! but you people never do anything for me! you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; respect me! But...Wesley...for you...I'd do anything Wesley..."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, let me get this straight, you BOTH have a crush on me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, not crush, more like madly in love, and now..NOW, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;youre&lt;/span&gt; all mine!"&lt;br /&gt;"What makes you think I'll accept a MAD lady?"&lt;br /&gt;"You have no choice," Said Junie as she slowly crept towards him but suddenly a few policemen came and pinned her to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;"WHY", Junie Screamed, "All I wanted was to be loved. COME ON!"&lt;br /&gt;The police took her to a mental ward as Wesley sat on the bench thinking about what a day it has been. Looking around the room, eyeing the sunset, he thought, waking up isn't always a blessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments and Questions (if any)  on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see the characters pictures, lemme know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; taking my camera to school on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;Mabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;awesomness&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-4570172847768780491?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4570172847768780491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=4570172847768780491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4570172847768780491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4570172847768780491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/spm-night-finale-part-4-read-part-1-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1213966897779914073</id><published>2008-08-26T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:38:37.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ PART 1 and PART 2 below first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley started to run and ran into the schools compound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eventhough&lt;/span&gt; policemen tried to stop him. He had gone half insane and dotty and wished that this was all a dream, he looked back but Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; was gone. He walked into Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heah's&lt;/span&gt; office and heard Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Siaw&lt;/span&gt; and Miss Chang talking. Both of them were prattling aimlessly about raising llamas in Finland. But it got serious when Miss Chang asked Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Siaw&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;"so you really think it was Madam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yeoh&lt;/span&gt; [the principal] that killed those students? I thought it was Madam Chin."&lt;br /&gt;"Think about it, why would Madam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yeoh&lt;/span&gt; want to kill them when she lives on their fees", replied Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Siaw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know, I think it's really weird. We better go before people get suspicious"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! so call you tonight?", Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Siaw&lt;/span&gt; said with a wink.&lt;br /&gt;They left the room and Wesley decided to check Madam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yeohs&lt;/span&gt; office for clues. When he arrived, he tried to open the door but DARN! it was locked. He heard someone about to come out, he ran behind the office desk and waited. Friction of the floor and shoes made sucking sounds and they were in rhythm with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Puan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Syamala&lt;/span&gt;! With her powdered face, she could pass of as a ghost just hanging around. He sneaked into Madam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yeoh's&lt;/span&gt; office &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;abd&lt;/span&gt; decided to check the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;surveillance&lt;/span&gt; camera tapes. While searching in the dark, he felt strings, strings almost like hair. He picked it up and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Afiq's&lt;/span&gt; head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He almost fainted but her gathered up enough strength to dart out but was caught by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Syamala&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Wesley, what's going on? I does not like this at all", said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Syamala&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately she suspected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;wesley&lt;/span&gt; to be behind the killing!&lt;br /&gt;"Wesley", she said, "I'm going to ave to report this. Whatever you're doing to your classmates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; look nice"&lt;br /&gt;"Bbu..t..pe..please...let..let...me..explain", uttered Wesley.&lt;br /&gt;"No", but then he saw Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt;, lurking in the corner with a knife, stained with blood dripping from its blades end. When Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; caught them looking, he hurriedly replied "i found it in the toilet!"&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late, Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; ran at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;syamala&lt;/span&gt; with the knife and stabbed her - Wesley witnessed it and ran as fast as he could and hid in the girls toilet. "OH MY GOD, why would he do that!", Wesley screamed in his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited till it was silent and wondered how many people had already died- why?!&lt;br /&gt;But he knew Wesley saw him out of love he just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;wesleys&lt;/span&gt; life just yet. Wesley ran to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;carpark&lt;/span&gt; and saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Cho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Chia's&lt;/span&gt; car engine running, he opened the door only to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Cho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt; dead with blood splattered all over the windows. All over his hands were cuts spelling '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;welsey&lt;/span&gt;' '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;wesley&lt;/span&gt;'. He heard a faint sound of the piano playing so he rushed towards the piano but as he was nearing it, it abruptly stopped. The 3am wind sent chills down his spine and a glimmer caught his eye. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Wooi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Nian&lt;/span&gt; lied dead on the piano-another one...gone. The white keys on the piano were decorated by dots of blood. Some how, just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Kino&lt;/span&gt;, Wesley heard music - the song of death. Sobbing like a baby he just fell on the floor, giving up.&lt;br /&gt;He noticed something behind the piano, a hand! On the hand he saw a bracelet engraved&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;♥ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;'. He knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt; Lip had drifted towards the obscure.&lt;br /&gt;'why everyone but me! what does Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;heah&lt;/span&gt; want from me' he screamed in his head, who wasn't dead, who was the next victim when suddenly he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Yean&lt;/span&gt; was absent- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Yean&lt;/span&gt; was at home! Immediately he dialled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Yeans&lt;/span&gt; number while looking for a place to hide. The phone line was dead. As he redialled, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;yee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Yean's&lt;/span&gt; Body hung down right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of him...smiling.&lt;br /&gt;No no! it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; be! What is going on! He felt a tap. A cold hand crept over his neck and a voice said, "Wesley, we will be forever together. We will die together and spend eternity together. I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Wesley&lt;/span&gt;. I ♥ you very much"&lt;br /&gt;"Who could it be?", he thought.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the scent of Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Heahs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;cologne&lt;/span&gt; spread through the air and reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Wesleys&lt;/span&gt; nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1213966897779914073?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1213966897779914073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1213966897779914073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1213966897779914073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1213966897779914073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/spm-night-part-3-read-part-1-and-part-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1604884095635302345</id><published>2008-08-25T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:20:08.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ PART ONE BELOW FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wesley&lt;/span&gt;, if you know where he is, please tell me. his parents are very worried. you can go now"&lt;br /&gt;As Wesley turned around, he swore he saw Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heah's&lt;/span&gt; face plastered with a subtle smile. Wesley shrugged it off and went to find his classmates- maybe they knew something he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;. To his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; he found Ivan's school tie -SOAKED IN BLOOD! But after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;further&lt;/span&gt; inspection, he realized it was just ink -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of red ink. WOW! why would someone do that to Ivan, thousands of questions rushing through his head! He quickly climbed the stairs to his classroom and approached Nicholas to ask him if he knew anything about what happened to Ivan.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas was shivering and appeared pale, he uttered, "IiiiVaaannn...isss...Hung in...the Janitors closet"&lt;br /&gt;Wesley rushed to the janitors closet and in his mind he kept telling himself it cant be. its not true. It wasn't until he smelt the stench and snowy white feet dangling down defying gravity. Ivan was gone - forever. Wesley broke down in tears attracting a crowd!&lt;br /&gt;"There there Wesley, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. You better go back to class", said a sobbing Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;His hands seem to be rubbing too much and it lingered on other parts of his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley quickly got up and went to class quickly to find Nicholas. His feet seem to be dragging him and when he found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;, he collapsed in his arms with many people witnessing it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt;, Christopher and Chou Yong gathered around to comfort Wesley. They all rolled their eyes because they thought that crying was a very sissy thing to do. Suddenly, Lin Kai came in class and told Nicholas that Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; wanted to see him. Again?! he thought, what's up with him? He's starting to creep me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley was having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;conversation with&lt;/span&gt; his classmates when Johnny came in screaming "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; is dead! Nic...OMG...Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt;! " and ran off before anyone could ask him anything. Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; seemed to be wiping some liquid on his pants while in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;"Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt;, where's Johnny? He said something about you and something about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; being dead..sir" asked Wesley in panic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;, Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; was very calm and whispered comforting words to Wesley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley was walking to class when he heard a whimper coming from an empty classroom. Without hesitation, he kicked open the door, but all he could see was piles and piles of newspaper! And he heard a voice, "Wes..Wesley...It's...it's..me..jo...Joh..Johnny...". He followed the voice which slowly trailed off. And there he saw Johnny with blows to his head, bad bruises and laying in a pool of red thick blood. He told Wesley that he was attacked from behind and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; see the attackers face but he smelt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;strangely&lt;/span&gt; like Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Heah's&lt;/span&gt; cologne. Johnny somehow said that there was a witness who escaped...Lin Kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dialing&lt;/span&gt; 911, Wesley searched every corner of the school to find that long lean figure. When he went to the toiler, the was Lin Kai brutally killed along with some of his friends, Christopher, Alex, Chou Yong and Melvin- All dead! All their faces were drowned in toilet bowls in different cubicles and on their bodies were colourful glitter. Wesley couldn't take it, it was too overwhelming, all his friends...dead - He blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time he woke up, he could see policemen everywhere and almost every student was evacuated. He saw Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; standing in the distance looking at the school while talking to a policeman. All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Wesley&lt;/span&gt; wanted to do was to get home because every living soul in the school is now a suspect. Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; noticed Wesley and shot him a glance and started walking towards him and Wesley noticed Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; wearing a familiar watch- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Chiang's&lt;/span&gt; watch! Wesley tried to evade him and kept walking because when Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; was near, he could smell the smell of the halls of hospitals emitting from him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1604884095635302345?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1604884095635302345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1604884095635302345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1604884095635302345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1604884095635302345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/spm-night-read-part-one-below-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-889363247953576509</id><published>2008-08-25T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:53:48.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mabel and Honey's version of PROM NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;you use our spoof, we'll sue you. COPYRIGHT BITCHES xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;SPM NIGHHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PART 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One dark gloomy night, one day before SPM, Wesley was at McDonalds watching a football game...alone. With eyes glued to the TV, this innocent and ignorant being didn't know what fate had plan for him. In the shadows, something lurked, watching his every move...but he was to ignorant to notice. The eyes of the shadows followed his every sigh, every blink and every twist. The shadow crept closer and closer and Wesley felt hot breath near his neck. Reluctantly, his muscles move and collide as his pupils dilated and adrenaline rushed from his head to toe, then BAM! The table nearby fell. It brought him back to earth, they body he felt behind him was just his harmless loving teacher, Mr Heah.&lt;br /&gt;"wesley, I never knew you were a football fan", Mr Heah asked tapping Wesleys shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Sir, Come and join me", as Wesley gestured to Mr Heah.&lt;br /&gt;They both enjoyed the match till 4 am when Mr Heah Suggested that Wesley go home and get some sleep before the exam and wesley agreed. Mr Heah didn't take his eyes off wesley, like how a cat looks at a mouse. Wesley drove home and Mr Heah watched and gave him a grin before he himself drove to his regular life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bringgg!" the school bell alarmed! Wesley just walked through the gates and ran as fast as he could to the hall for his SPM exam which was just about to start. He halted when he saw Mr Heah sobbing all by himself near the lockers.&lt;br /&gt;"Good luck for your exam Wesley. You better hurry. I told the examiners to wait for my favorite student", Me heah said with a wink.&lt;br /&gt;Wesley hurried down the hallway but his mind still wondering about Mr Heah. The exam started and he scrambled to his seat and as soon as his bottom touched the chair, the examiner said "YOU MAY START NOW".&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately cause it must have been immediately because Wesley didn't even puck up his pencil, Mr Heah screamed his name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was only a dream; he scrambled out of bed and rushed to school but everything he dreamt seem to be coming true-Deja Vu! He trotted down for breakfast, expecting the same old milk and cereal but he has a visitor, the last person he expected to see! It was Ivan! He had come over to celebrate the victory of their favorite team and about a dream he had about a psycho killer trying to stab him in the chest. They decided it was too late to carry on the discussion in the house and decided that it would be better to start their journey in school. Their laughter turned into fear as they both suspected eyes burning holes in them. Mr Heah was i the car next to him. Driving at walking speed, he laughed maniacally and Wesley together with Ivan shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached school in the nick of time and ran to the hall just like Wesley's dream, Mr Heah was sobbing all by himself near the lockers. To his horror he hugged Ivan really tightly and blanked out. He wokr up in the exam hall. Someone had strategically placed him at his table...but who? How? His eyes frantically searching for Ivan, but he was no where in sight, shockingly in his hands he saw a note saying 'see me' signed by Mr Heah. He got up, all dizzy and made his way to Mr Heah's office by the deserted corridor. As he was dragging himself it was as if a force was pulling him and he just turned the knob of Mr Heah's office, he heard a sexy-saxophone jazz like music with the cooling effect from the air cond.&lt;br /&gt;"Wesley, sit down, I have some bad news to tell you", said Mr Heah gesturing to the chair opposite him, "you see Wesley, Ivan has gone missing. He went to the toilet during his exam and never cam back. Do you have any idea where he is?"&lt;br /&gt;Wesley gasped and immediately thought of places where Ivan could be hiding, could it be in the toilet? Janitors closet? Where? WHERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-889363247953576509?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/889363247953576509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=889363247953576509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/889363247953576509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/889363247953576509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/mabel-and-honeys-version-of-prom-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-4042472099759455299</id><published>2008-08-21T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:23:51.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listen up, this is something that seriously bugs the hell out of me&lt;br /&gt;UNLIKE MANY PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;I actually USE the status signal thingy on MSN&lt;br /&gt;So if I'm BUSY&lt;br /&gt;and you say HI&lt;br /&gt;and I dont feel like replying BECAUSE I'm busy&lt;br /&gt;DONT KEEP FUCKING BUGGING ME&lt;br /&gt;or when I start to reply ONE WORD answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is:&lt;br /&gt;Unless youre&lt;br /&gt;1. May&lt;br /&gt;2. Ranj&lt;br /&gt;3. Ben (aka Bunny #9)&lt;br /&gt;4. Jessica&lt;br /&gt;5. Ivan&lt;br /&gt;6. Nav&lt;br /&gt;7. Mabel&lt;br /&gt;8. Kesh&lt;br /&gt;9. Mahesh&lt;br /&gt;10. MY Sis Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT GONNA REPLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-4042472099759455299?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4042472099759455299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=4042472099759455299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4042472099759455299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4042472099759455299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/listen-up-this-is-something-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8569097115671132486</id><published>2008-08-21T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:50:53.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SK0rhJuAynI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jczTOoJFjxw/s1600-h/DSC03579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236889790246341234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="79" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SK0rhJuAynI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jczTOoJFjxw/s320/DSC03579.JPG" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SK0rhQYceEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1oX2GoE-Jh0/s1600-h/DSC03873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236889792034928706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SK0rhQYceEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1oX2GoE-Jh0/s320/DSC03873.JPG" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BRACES ARE OFFICIALLY OFF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PUBLIC SPKEAING COMPETITION IS OFFCIAL OFF ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad eh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8569097115671132486?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8569097115671132486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=8569097115671132486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8569097115671132486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8569097115671132486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/braces-are-officially-off-public.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SK0rhJuAynI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jczTOoJFjxw/s72-c/DSC03579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-842732440828067002</id><published>2008-08-21T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:24:50.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SKxg_mToN5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/XQdz1ozhwyA/s1600-h/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236667112455944082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SKxg_mToN5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/XQdz1ozhwyA/s320/wtf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236667110519501346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SKxg_fF8ciI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HZhej6kUcwQ/s320/GreenHoneyBunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im proud of this edit.It's one of the best ive done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-842732440828067002?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/842732440828067002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=842732440828067002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/842732440828067002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/842732440828067002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-proud-of-this-edit.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SKxg_mToN5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/XQdz1ozhwyA/s72-c/wtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-4419325806197475832</id><published>2008-08-19T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:13:57.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kKnNyJvRAY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kKnNyJvRAY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-4419325806197475832?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4419325806197475832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=4419325806197475832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4419325806197475832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4419325806197475832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-6395060305375402676</id><published>2008-08-19T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:29:04.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagggedd by EIVANNE(who refuses to accept the fact that THAT is his other 3rd name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you go by :&lt;br /&gt;1. Honey&lt;br /&gt;2. Han&lt;br /&gt;3. Haneesha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names you have had :&lt;br /&gt;1. Honey&lt;br /&gt;2. +++Honey+++&lt;br /&gt;3. Haneesha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you like about yourself :&lt;br /&gt;1. My ass LOL (sings, whatchugonnado with all that junk, all that junk, inside your trunk...)&lt;br /&gt;2. My...uhr...eyes?&lt;br /&gt;3. My uhr, feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you DONT like about yourself :&lt;br /&gt;1. My height&lt;br /&gt;2. My weight&lt;br /&gt;3. My glasses wearingism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage :&lt;br /&gt;1. Mongolian&lt;br /&gt;2. Pakistani&lt;br /&gt;3. Punjabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you :&lt;br /&gt;1. Death&lt;br /&gt;2. BUGs! esp roaches! I scream..like a girl man!&lt;br /&gt;3. SPM :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials :&lt;br /&gt;1. Handphone&lt;br /&gt;2. Bed&lt;br /&gt;3. Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you are wearing now :&lt;br /&gt;1. School uni SHirt&lt;br /&gt;2. School Uni Skirt&lt;br /&gt;3. Specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite bands or musical arts :&lt;br /&gt;1. Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;2. Ashlee Simpson (she cant sing, she cant dance, but she got some pretty good tracks)&lt;br /&gt;3. The Script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite songs (right now) :&lt;br /&gt;1. The Man Who Cant Be Moved - The Script&lt;br /&gt;2. You're so gay-Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;3. Closer-Neyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want in a relationship :&lt;br /&gt;I dont want a relationship at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things about the preffered sex that appeals to you :&lt;br /&gt;1. HEIGHT&lt;br /&gt;2. shoulders&lt;br /&gt;3. smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your hobbies :&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. eat&lt;br /&gt;3. YOGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you wanna do really badly right now :&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Study&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish Script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three carreers you're considering / considered before :&lt;br /&gt;1. Fashion buyer /designer&lt;br /&gt;2. Veterinarian&lt;br /&gt;3. business moghul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation :&lt;br /&gt;1. Manchester, England&lt;br /&gt;2. Florida/California, USA&lt;br /&gt;3. anywhere in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die :&lt;br /&gt;1. Canada-northern lights&lt;br /&gt;2. Egypt-Pyramids&lt;br /&gt;3. Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl/guy :&lt;br /&gt;1. I worry about how I look sometimes&lt;br /&gt;2. I care about being hygenic...all the time&lt;br /&gt;3. I scream when theres a bug :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag&lt;br /&gt;Anyone  (:&lt;br /&gt;(kesh, U HAVE TO DO THIS. bwahaha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-6395060305375402676?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6395060305375402676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=6395060305375402676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6395060305375402676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6395060305375402676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagggedd-by-eivannewho-refuses-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1198696031692625789</id><published>2008-08-18T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T06:54:12.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;There's something wrong with me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mean that in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;I finally managed to write my script last night, and sure, it's not exactly the best thing in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I was heavily influenced by medication, but it's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;I took my medicine, and decided to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I slept pretty early last night, &lt;b&gt;by 11.30pm i was K.O-ed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for medicines that make you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;just my luck&lt;/i&gt;, thunder woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;At 2.34am I woke up because of that &lt;b&gt;bastard thunder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;insomniac&lt;/span&gt; phase that I am in, &lt;u&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; sleep back&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I expected to fall asleep by at LEAST 4am but nope I was still awake&lt;br /&gt;and my flu got worse. My flu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; those normal ones you know, its those irritating leaky ones ==&lt;br /&gt;I have tissues all over my room, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; GERMS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tossing and turning, and tossing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;summore&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b&gt;my mind was awake.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;insomia&lt;/span&gt;. I had it last year, and it's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a fun thing to have!&lt;br /&gt;Like Calvin said, everyone &lt;i&gt;claims&lt;/i&gt; to have insomnia, &lt;u&gt;YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; KNOW WHAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;INSOMIA&lt;/span&gt; IS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is insomnia. I cant fall asleep and if I do, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt;-wake up I cant sleep back.&lt;br /&gt;Ive hardly slept since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;So my mom woke up right, and I was awake before she actually woke me &lt;strike&gt;and that's really unusual!&lt;/strike&gt; I told her my lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sleepness&lt;/span&gt; and she said I shouldn't go to school. So, I think it's for the better anyway. I have a physics talk thing today, I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;msged&lt;/span&gt; Ivan about it, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; gotten a reply yet... If he can pick me from my place and we go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gether&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;gether&lt;/span&gt;, GREAT if not, Ill ask my mom to send me there. I mean, I cant miss this talk la.&lt;br /&gt;So after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;msging&lt;/span&gt; Ivan, I went down to have milk with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;panadol&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Clarines&lt;/span&gt; (is that how you spell it?).&lt;br /&gt;Milk = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Magensium&lt;/span&gt; = sleeping properties? + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Clarines&lt;/span&gt;= &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;gorggy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;panadol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I still cant sleep.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's approximately 6.44am&lt;br /&gt;And this sucks so bad. I need my sleep. I can die if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; get it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;! Seriously. &lt;strike&gt;Die of exhaustion + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;stess&lt;/span&gt; + lack of sleep + flu.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at LEAST my script it done.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ivan, please reply my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;And everyone who's reading this, if there's anyone&lt;br /&gt;please pray I get better soon! by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; the latest!&lt;br /&gt;I cant be all flu-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and groggy when I speak.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying &lt;i&gt;a very good morning&lt;/i&gt; Ill probably be like&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;Ab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;veby&lt;/span&gt; gob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;motbing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CANT SOUND LIKE THAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from the insomniac,&lt;br /&gt;Honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1198696031692625789?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1198696031692625789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1198696031692625789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1198696031692625789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1198696031692625789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-something-wrong-with-me-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-5802965548852310264</id><published>2008-08-17T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:19:30.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember how I didn't want my immune system to fail me?&lt;br /&gt;Ding ding ding ding&lt;br /&gt;It has.&lt;br /&gt;I have&lt;br /&gt;a flu&lt;br /&gt;a fever&lt;br /&gt;a sorethroat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First It was just the insomnia, now it has morphed into this.&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep. I need rest. I need to relax. But can I?&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;I have:&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah to complete&lt;br /&gt;Add Math to complete&lt;br /&gt;My script to write&lt;br /&gt;Physics talk to go for&lt;br /&gt;Editiorial stuff to complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LORD SHOOT ME&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;It always happens, the time that I need to be the well most, is the time I get the sick most. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, groggy and unable to concentrate, I;ve decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe the glare of my computer screen will keep me awake? or wake me up?&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel sooo groggy (damn medication) that I can and actually am about to drop dead and die, but I know if I sleep now, I can't sleep at night. gosh. gosh. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY LAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think the non-existant god hates me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-5802965548852310264?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5802965548852310264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=5802965548852310264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5802965548852310264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5802965548852310264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/remember-how-i-didnt-want-my-immune.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8570826922682562864</id><published>2008-08-15T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:53:18.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The stress is on.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was on this BM website la &lt;strike&gt;(yes, I use the Internet to study)&lt;/strike&gt; and they CONVENIENTLY put how many days there is left for SPM.&lt;br /&gt;87 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHTY-SEVEN FRIGGIN DAYS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-my-god&lt;br /&gt;That's like FAST&lt;br /&gt;I never knew it was so near, so, I have been preparing, but somehow after my birthday, it seems a whole lot nearer. Just thinking about the day is making me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;and Ive been having&lt;u&gt; panic attacks &lt;/u&gt;and I have alot going on right now so I have the right to have a panic attack and meltdowns.&lt;br /&gt;Nav said I needed to talk to someone, but I dont think that'll help, I shall instead, blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here it goes, It's gonna be long and all of you dont have to read it.&lt;br /&gt;And you're probably gonna think I'm some screwed up person but, I told ya, YOU DONT HAVE TO READ IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;SPM is so near, omg, I cant believe the months just flew. It's like, where did the year go? I feel prepared and not prepared at the same time. I want to study but nothing goes it. I feel blank. I have insomnia, i cant sleep, my mind is always awake. Thinking. Going through things. and Ive gotten to a stage of like, when I think of something and i dont know the answer I have to find out what it is-even if its something like what is biochemical oxygen demand or why to peoples eye colour change when they grow old. My curiosity has gotten the best of me. I want to badly to be the top in my school, be my schools valedictorian, I mean, how often can one say that they are a valedictorian. And now I'm so close to it and yet also so far. I have also my parents to please, my sister to beat (sorry sash xD ) and myself to please. I can't imagine result day, I dont want to be sad, I don't want to regret. I want to be proud of what I got, because I know whatever I did, whatever I got, I tried my best. Other than studies, school is a total waste of time now. I am soo not 100% prepared for my trials, I mean, Ive finished some but there's still a few things left to cover. I'm in the editorial board and I'm not complaining, I love it but it's stressful coz we have a deadline and we also have to do the cover, talk to the printers, take pics, edit them. phew. And I hate my freakking weight, I think due to sitting alot and studying i've become a more passive person. I think i've loaded on a few pounds, well-at least it will be lost after spm. Another thing is that fact that was some ass on a forum who called me ugly. And you know, it's ok if someone calls u ugly once or twice but he kept harping on it ==. COMMMON. I try so hard to look at the positive. And BAM. this, I try so hard to not let it get to me. But, it does sometimes. In other news [felt like saying this], I also have this anemic + lock jaw thing going on. The doctor tot that the lockjaw was influenced by the anemia but it's still going on after 1 month of iron tablets. So, If it still happens after this second month ends, I'll have to get an x-ray [which will shorten my life by seconds, OMG] and I will be refereed to a specialist. It's scary because, I dont know what if it's serious? You can never be too sure. I volunteered myself for the SPCA public speaking competition-I really hope I win, that way I get to see Khan [for those of you who dont know Khan was a kitten I saved from death and nursed him back to health (with the help of the veterinarian of cozzzz] and with a heavy heart gave him to the SPCA. I miss him so much. Oh gosh, I sometimes still cry when I think of him even though he's been gone since May. He took a piece of my heart la, now that place is empty] and I think that if i win I'll probably donate the prize money (like 60% of it) to the SPCA. and the other 40% will go to me. I know, selfish of me right, but Im totally broke! On top of the "oh I'm trying to win" thing I also have writers block because of this stress. Phew. gosh. Someone help me! I have mixed feelings for spm, I forgot to mention that, im sure we all do. Sometimes Im like, "FUCK THIS EXAM! LETS GET IT OVER WITH" and mostly im saying stuff like "oh shit. I wish I had MORE TIME ". SO yeah, So dont blame me if im stressed. If I dont get my sleep, Ill go to a doctor for sleeping pills : I cant afford to get sick now. Please, immune system, dont screw up now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8570826922682562864?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8570826922682562864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=8570826922682562864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8570826922682562864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8570826922682562864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/stress-is-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-7421964080815456209</id><published>2008-08-14T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:43:48.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never understand what;s up with the world intentionally bringing other people down&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I know I'm not exactly the prettiest, tallest, thinnest girl around, but hey, I live.&lt;br /&gt;People who go on judging others just based on looks are really mean.&lt;br /&gt;If im Ugly, SO WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;If shes pretty, SO WAHT?&lt;br /&gt;not like the world is a worse/better place just because of that you know.&lt;br /&gt;I think the future is gonna be a really shallow place and that's really saddening.&lt;br /&gt;Common people, let's not be so quick to judge others before we can truly judge ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-7421964080815456209?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7421964080815456209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=7421964080815456209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7421964080815456209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7421964080815456209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-never-understand-whats-up-with-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-552593413808531448</id><published>2008-08-13T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:43:00.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My &lt;em&gt;aunty&lt;/em&gt; visits&lt;br /&gt;if youknowwhaddaimean&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;and the painkillers are finished&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-552593413808531448?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/552593413808531448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=552593413808531448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/552593413808531448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/552593413808531448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-aunty-visits-if-youknowwhaddaimean.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8603995497500188569</id><published>2008-08-12T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:16:14.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are many times in my life when I dont appreciate how good I have it.&lt;br /&gt;I have the best parents in the world, and they're always supporting me no matter what. I think most of the time I forget this and I have a tendancy to always look at the glass half empty rahter than half full. No matter how silly my dreams are, they always encourage me to persue it, because, that's where you start. A dream. A dream sparks everything.&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to do up my bedroom, because it's rectangular right and I absoultely hate it, well, now I do. There's nothing I can do with it because of the positions of th fan and bla and bla. And they promised me after SPM that they'll do up my room and I was thinking maybe just some new pieces of furniture and yada yada yada. But my mom told me that they're gonna get an interior designer just to do up my room. HOW AWESOME IS THAT?! I guess, it's not the big things like a car but a small thing like this that really tocuh your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're probably never gonna read this but please know that I really love you and you're the best parents I could ask for. And I appreciate you guys every second of everyday. And I know you guys work hard to let me live this rockstar spoilt rich kid who gets everything she wants lifestyle. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sash,&lt;br /&gt;you're a irritating pest, but you're my sister. I HAVE to love you. JOKES. love u loads too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yeah. That's about it. I just wanted to share with everyone and hope that everyone appreciates their family (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8603995497500188569?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8603995497500188569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=8603995497500188569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8603995497500188569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8603995497500188569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-are-many-times-in-my-life-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-3560197053801422088</id><published>2008-08-11T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:14:08.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, people, listen up&lt;br /&gt;If ever you have a zit&lt;br /&gt;and you want to get rid of it&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT USE DETOL ON YOUR FACE&lt;br /&gt;This is advice, PERSONALLY from me&lt;br /&gt;I had this zit and I used Detttolll on it and like it dried up my skin so bad its peeling from different places + redness and I look like a friggin diseased person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TAKE IT FROM ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DETOL + FACE = BAD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-3560197053801422088?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3560197053801422088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=3560197053801422088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3560197053801422088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3560197053801422088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-people-listen-up-if-ever-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-5506992656089907585</id><published>2008-08-08T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:44:19.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today&lt;br /&gt;I will sleep well&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I followed by dad on his &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; Hash House Harries 08.08.08 run &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Now those of you who know me, know that I am an anemic stamina-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;les&lt;/span&gt; person&lt;strike&gt; that rather sleep than even walk to the kitchen when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; starving. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me and said it was an &lt;i&gt;EASY &lt;/i&gt;run.&lt;br /&gt;easy for them == &lt;u&gt;THEY LIED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was at botanical gardens, all the way up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pondan&lt;/span&gt; trail&lt;br /&gt;and high&lt;i&gt;er &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;i&gt;higher &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and higher &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: and it was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; STEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT WAS WORSE THAN STAIRS! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know I went like 3/4 up and was practically&lt;b&gt; DYING. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one point when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; breathe. No exaggeration here, it's like oxygen wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;and my mom said I looked terribly pale :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bllooody&lt;/span&gt; anemia :&lt;br /&gt;So you know, my parents were worried, BUT I CARRIED ON!&lt;br /&gt;I went up, rested went up.&lt;br /&gt;And there was this dog from the nearby restaurant who has STAMINA WEI!&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;freakkin&lt;/span&gt; cute!&lt;br /&gt;Black and white and all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;spoottty&lt;/span&gt;! So I named her (i think its a her) On Spot :D&lt;br /&gt;Half way when I was having my &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I CANT BREATHE thing&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;b&gt;dog waited on for me :D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went up up up up&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thn&lt;/span&gt; was so happy&lt;br /&gt;WHEE DOWN&lt;br /&gt;and it was kinda cool. Steep. But cool.&lt;br /&gt;There was one point that there was no trail but BILLIONS of rocks *exaggeration&lt;br /&gt;and we had to cross over with the rock and rope and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so happy&lt;br /&gt;WHEE WERE GOING DOWN&lt;br /&gt;but it ended : we had to go up again&lt;br /&gt;and guess who we saw taking a breather...&lt;b&gt;ON SPOT! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she was there &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for us! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;br /&gt;So another sleep slope&lt;br /&gt;bloody two hills man!&lt;br /&gt;I SURVIVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thn&lt;/span&gt; it was all down from there.&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up in youth park, and walked back to the site&lt;br /&gt;phew&lt;br /&gt;my SISTER was supposed to wait and tag with me but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;DESSERTED&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;But it was good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pooped out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; sleep in a while!&lt;br /&gt;whee&lt;br /&gt;Awesome run&lt;br /&gt;I feel thin-er already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;gna&lt;/span&gt; sound so wrong: GO TO THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;PONDAN&lt;/span&gt; TRAIL :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-5506992656089907585?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5506992656089907585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=5506992656089907585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5506992656089907585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5506992656089907585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-i-will-sleep-well-why-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-5571301415091094762</id><published>2008-08-02T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:04:50.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I know all of you will think this is a gay post but let me talk to you about my OBSESSIONS.&lt;br /&gt;aka&lt;br /&gt;Celeb Crushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a seriously sick crush on Draco Malfoy (aka Tom Felton)&lt;br /&gt;And he's so freakking hot!&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously!&lt;br /&gt;And it simmered down and stuff coz I had other things to concentrate on and I was just browsing online and BAM I found a tom felton pic on perez hilton and i was like "hmm, he ain't looking to bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMFG, HE'S HOT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to find his own youtube account&lt;br /&gt;and the boy can SING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, how I go head over heels for a boy with an accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*falls*&lt;br /&gt;I mean, IT SOUNDS SO AWESOME-LY sexy!&lt;br /&gt;Give me a brit ANYDAY&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Or something with an accent&lt;br /&gt;I want him to serenade me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around aimlessly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s48.photobucket.com/albums/f212/hotdevilcold/?action=view&amp;current=TomFelton5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f212/hotdevilcold/TomFelton5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BOY's GOT ABS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy yummy yummy&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229845711620835394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SJQk9z9CiEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wu43uc5Eo9Q/s320/draco__oPt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229845734523720210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SJQk_JRg0hI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pDb1LNOze5g/s320/Half-Blood-Prince-tom-felton-1713850-500-333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229845713088678498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SJQk95bACmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BiGdAK60I_0/s320/Half-Blood-Prince-tom-felton-1713841-673-441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SINGS TOO!&lt;br /&gt;AND HE's FREAKKKING tall.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the tall folk.&lt;br /&gt;Tall = awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's totally lame about me, but i HAD to tell someone and since no one would listen *sad* I decided to blog about it. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote this song weeiii!&lt;br /&gt;* so impressed *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijMNecILi-Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijMNecILi-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IANd9Ieii1Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IANd9Ieii1Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-5571301415091094762?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5571301415091094762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=5571301415091094762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5571301415091094762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5571301415091094762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-i-know-all-of-you-will-think-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SJQk9z9CiEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wu43uc5Eo9Q/s72-c/draco__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-4789740095432971729</id><published>2008-07-30T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:54:38.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder how, I wonder why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written: All by me [Haneesha] bitches. Copy right, take any, I screw your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may be a drama queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at least I'm not a bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You always keep tearing me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These wounds I have to stitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why I wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surrounded in this so-called bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurting, bleeding from the inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pain it never seems to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slowly and steady everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gathering up along the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hitting me with hard blows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left and Right-that's how it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Were we put on this earth to suffer and die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excruciating all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sanity-I cannot find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going out of my &lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt;ing mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there's ever a bright blue sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it's all some crazy lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if I have a purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder why it can't be seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if I'll ever leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Runaway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forget my past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Die pretty while living fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where I feel so unjust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Screaming out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm letting loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tie me down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I refuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't care what you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do things MY WAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's not changing that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you better make it a well-known fact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haneesha is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who Haneesha be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's forever how it is perceived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-4789740095432971729?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4789740095432971729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=4789740095432971729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4789740095432971729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4789740095432971729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wonder-how-i-wonder-why-written-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-952905621471738607</id><published>2008-07-29T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:01:21.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I haven't exactly been blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because nothing interesting has happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;THis is gonne be a random post. Ignore the scattered thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, my life a boring (note the emphasis on BOHring)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the holidays, and yes, I SHOULD be studying right now, but I haven't. I'm so bored of studying, and forcing myself isn't gonna make anything go IN. Yaknowwahtimsaying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've lost my appetite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW! isnt that just scary? I'm just not hungry. And im the person that really LOVES food. And now, I can't finish a plate of fried rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*gasps in horror*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what's up with me...haish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, lets see, what else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been UBER sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my body is going "Honey, U have to study or die." So it has decided to DIE. :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cleaned by room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so CLEAN. it was too cluttered, I guess that's why I oculdnt study? Idk man, I still dont feel like studying. wait, does anyone ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*bangs head on laptop*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goddamnit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weelll, on the plus side, I got my own song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know all of you are probably jealous-dont be kayh, dont be :P HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credit goes to Rudy for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NYEH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was online just now just randomly browsing through pictures on deviantart and I came across a mushroom BOOB with TITS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a mushroom shaped BOOB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228342775327288898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SI7ODZ9c7kI/AAAAAAAAAJs/h_o63OClwTY/s320/boob+mushroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I got nothing else to post. sorry for the random stupid silly post. It happens&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-952905621471738607?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/952905621471738607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=952905621471738607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/952905621471738607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/952905621471738607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-so-i-havent-exactly-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SI7ODZ9c7kI/AAAAAAAAAJs/h_o63OClwTY/s72-c/boob+mushroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-2467244530891839378</id><published>2008-07-26T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:12:18.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.kentuckyfriedcruelty.com/swf/pam_kfc_320.swf" width="335" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Lets not support KFC ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch more videos at &lt;a href="http://www.kentuckyfriedcruelty.com/?c=petastreamvids" target="_blank"&gt;KentuckyFriedCruelty.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-2467244530891839378?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2467244530891839378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=2467244530891839378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2467244530891839378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2467244530891839378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-2528560804353310476</id><published>2008-07-25T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:04:01.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JV0TO1xpByw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JV0TO1xpByw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta love miley and not Chin-ASs girl. seriously, her chin looks like an ass. seems like theyre letting ANYONE in disney these days --&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-2528560804353310476?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2528560804353310476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=2528560804353310476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2528560804353310476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2528560804353310476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/gotta-love-miley-and-not-chin-ass-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-7857229865861877629</id><published>2008-07-24T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:25:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BM LISAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, today that's what happened. I had my BM Lisan. And it's by ministry folk.&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine, I was &lt;b&gt;nervous as hell&lt;/b&gt;-which is kinda &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt; for me. Those who have debated and/or have done public speaking with me would know how I get. For those who don't, allow to explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage one:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up in the morning, wanting to go through stuff but say no. Clear my mind, stomach like jello, I shower have breakfast ( what i CAN eat) and leave for my &lt;i&gt;destiny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage two:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school or the place of my &lt;i&gt;destiny&lt;/i&gt;, I &lt;u&gt;infect&lt;/u&gt; everyone with my nerves and tell people what I know. You know, exchange thoughts and ideas and views and &lt;u&gt;INFORMATION.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage three:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around or standing up. I cant sit, if i sit my &lt;u&gt;tummy will explode&lt;/u&gt; and butterflies will come fluttering out, so I stand and walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage four:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Toilet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know this is &lt;i&gt;really weird,&lt;/i&gt; but being in the toilet before a speaking event helps me, I go. walk around, calm myself-it's basically a place wehre I can collect my thoughts and organize them and say &lt;i&gt;"YO BITCH, U CAN DO THIS. YOUVE DONE IT BEFORE. NO BIGGIE"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage five:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxation + Confidence&lt;br /&gt;aka &lt;strong&gt;SUCCESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stage one to stage five occurs within a time frame of 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, after completing stage one to five. I usually dont read anything or go through anything and I clear my mind outta everything and be neutral.&lt;br /&gt;I got my topic, abt langkah langkah to improve the quality of water, so, I wasn't prepared for it but I knew somewhat about it. I read about pencemaran Sungai, I mean, sungai is where we get our sumber air mainly. Got my points, walked around and practiced. I mean, I have to organize my points.&lt;br /&gt;I got called in the room. I wasn't nervous already. I was just saying to myself &lt;i&gt;*dont say so...*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this bad habit of speaking BM and when I'm done i say &lt;i&gt;"so..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;I gave the forms and my IC and stood there waiting to be asked to sit down. and they told me to sit, they looked at my IC and was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"haneesha...(but these people can't see the H somehow so my name is pronounced as Hanisa), tinggal di, Jalan eDg...Ed..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i fnished it for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Jalan Edge*****. "&lt;br /&gt;"Haneesha datang ke sekolah bagaimana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ibubapa"&lt;br /&gt;"oh ok...Mengapa haneesha pilih sekolah sri pinang"&lt;/i&gt; (or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ini tahun pertama saya di sekolah ini. Saya rasa Guru di sekolah in lebih mahir dalam mengajar and kelas-kelas lebih kecil-oleh itu setiap pelajar mendapat lebih tumpuan daripada cikgu dalam setiap subjek"&lt;/i&gt; ( or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"oh, ok. Saya baca soalan"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read the question and went silent.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"boleh saya bermula?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes like &lt;i&gt;"boleh"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;u&gt;I spoke&lt;/u&gt;, I basically said that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly&lt;/strong&gt;, We have to tighten and enforce the law daari segi perindustrian dan segi individu.what i meant by perindustrian is that, with perindustrian theres pollution, and they usually throw their sisa toksik into the water or rivers which are our sumber air, so to curb them we have denda. Dari segi Individu, I meant that when theres perindustrian, there will also be migrasi penduduk antara negeri dan nergara and dengan migrasi, there's bound to be more rubbish and prolly they'll throw it in the sea or river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly&lt;/strong&gt;, because of all the migrasi like i said, the people would need a special place to throw rubbish, so to avoid all sorts of things being thrown in our water sources, we should have a specific place for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirdly&lt;/strong&gt;, more dams(empangan). Like the air itam dam, the dam water is clean and filtered so, it hindari dari penyakit and u know the water is clean (i mean DUH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly&lt;/strong&gt;, more alat penapic air, so that the water is filtered and definately clean can be sourced to homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was done and I kept silent. Prepared for questions and they're like, &lt;i&gt;ok u can go :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like &lt;i&gt;Whatthafark, no questions?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. And I was the fastest to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*que horror music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It could be bad because:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally outta topic that they were wtfark-ed by me and didn't want to torment themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It could be good because:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered everything and was fluent that there was no need to ask anything extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that part was over. We got our second topic which is a forum/perbincangan&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided to stick to perbincangan.&lt;br /&gt;The topic was:&lt;br /&gt;"Industri Pelancongan will make lots of profit, discuss."&lt;br /&gt;So we discussed. and went into the room. and talked and talked. Me, Ivan and Chris kinda talked abit but Yee Yean was absolutely silent. And I think he panicked and brain froze or something. So, that was done for, and we came outta the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THe oral had finished, wheeee&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We can go home and it was only 9.30am :D&lt;br /&gt;gotta love it&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I did well. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226416490622797922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SIf2G4PQyGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hef8Ic5X5Yo/s320/112332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's ur opinion? leave it on the Tagboard if u have one&lt;br /&gt;mwahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-7857229865861877629?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7857229865861877629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=7857229865861877629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7857229865861877629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7857229865861877629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/bm-lisan-ok-today-thats-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SIf2G4PQyGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hef8Ic5X5Yo/s72-c/112332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-2406811197766450122</id><published>2008-07-23T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:10:44.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, it is 7.31 AM and I'm blogging. Isn't it a wonder why I'm doing so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it all started on &lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt; I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You how IM &lt;u&gt;trying to be HEALTHY&lt;/u&gt; and do JOGS and junk, well on Monday I think somehow I overdid it. I jog about 3 times a week since July at the Air Itam dam, now most of my non-existant readers would be like, eww, that places is gross- &lt;b&gt;WELL ITS NOT!&lt;/b&gt; It's really serene and peaceful and clean. and there's like little turtles (ok, maybe not so little) swimming in the dam and my mom told me she spotted a snake before. Ok, anyways, Ive been tryna go faster and faster each week right to build up my &lt;strike&gt;non-existant&lt;/strike&gt; stamina and I did pretty good this time, and I was proud of myself. Im a yoga/pilates freak and I do these stretches every morning, after I come home from school, before I shower and before bed. They're really simple stretches, nothing too extreme-just destresses me I guess. ANYWAYS, after my jog on monday, I did my usual stretches and showered. My left calf felt abit sore and in my mind i was happy&lt;br /&gt;"whoo, my legs are sore, it's all good"&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you know after a long run when something hurts you feel like u ran? and did something? Well, maybe that's just me... The next day, I didn't go to school and as usual, start of the day with Stretches, and calf felt a bit weird, I ignored it. Maybe it'll last a day or do. It was a very productive tuesday, I studied alot. Good ol' studies. &lt;u&gt;Maybe I didn't study as much as I SHOULD have but hey, at least I studied,&lt;/u&gt; gotta give me credit for that. That nght before I slept, my left calf felt, sprained. And now it got to me&lt;br /&gt;"oh shit. this is bad. shouldnt be hurting that bad" and &lt;u&gt;Im a paranoid person.&lt;/u&gt; so, many other thoughts went through my mind &lt;b&gt;"what if im cacat, what if it gets worse on thursday, what if I miss my BM ORAL EXAM "&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I ran (maybe not RUN la, more of a limping walk, but if I said I walked limp-ly it would sound chun, so for the sake of chun-ness, I will say RUN) to the medicine cupboard downstairs and frantically searched for deep heat cream. You know, for muscle sores. I've torn my ligament before, so sprained muscles- &lt;u&gt;WE'RE PREPARED.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE WAS NO DEEP HEAT&lt;/strong&gt;. it was finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*que horror music*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO, fine, I used the deep heat patch, it was...well weird and I just slept-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dreamt of megan fox dying : Bad bad dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cant remember most of it but I remember waking up at night and saying, "megan fox cant die. no, she wont" and sleeping back. so I ASSUMED she died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEGAN FOX WILL LIVE ON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225990297968405714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SIZyfM4LbNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tf10vl_SnOs/s320/megan-fox-full-movie-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that's megan fox btw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up this morning as usual, just chillin on my bed forawhile, breathing, getting my wake-up on, I moved my leg got out of bed, &lt;b&gt;GAHH. the pain.&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes, you know, these sprains, when you wake up initially after not using ur legs or that particular muscle for a long time, you get this pain but it'll go after u walk it off? So i tried that and I did my stretches and it still hurt. I decided to have my breakfast first before I showered, and I did. My mom saw my leg and limp and I told her I'd have to walk up to put my bag in class, walk down for IT, walk up for Math, Walk down for physics and bio, walk up for lunch and walk down to go home. This, seemed straineous for my &lt;u&gt;poor poor left calf muscle.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mom found the calf thingy, brace is it? idk, forgot...WELL ITS 7.45am-Im excused for forgetting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She managed to find a &lt;i&gt;small teeny weeny packet of deep heat&lt;/i&gt;, rubbed my leg with it and put the brace thingy thing on it. She said if there's nothing on today, Id better rest and study at home so that I can go for the oral tomorrow (Thursday). I double checked with Ivan if the oral was tomorrow or today &lt;i&gt;(paranoia)&lt;/i&gt; and Now I'm home. Awake, with stuff on my leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225990137925908978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SIZyV4rEufI/AAAAAAAAAJE/s9QqONktGAk/s320/DSC03715.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Front view&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225990138399450978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SIZyV6b-Z2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/VwCHbLeGsoI/s320/DSC03714.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Side View&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, now I cant sleep coz I full of breakfast and since I've gotten my &lt;i&gt;wake-up ON&lt;/i&gt; I gotta try to get it...off? LOL. idk la. WEll, thats basically it. Sucks man...I cant walk up or down. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I need a wheelchair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;strike&gt;(overdramatic much)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, just to IMPROVE my BM for my oral tomorrow, I will now translate it in summary in BM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hari Isnin ni, I peigi Jogging, pastu saya balik dan kan buat exercise, Baik tau untk badan. Tapi, selepas I ni Buat senaman saya, kaki saya ni sakit. I tak kisa la, buat apa...babitol. So, I ni, tak peigi sekolah ari Selasa sebab tak ada subjek berfaedah, lebeh baik I ni tinggal kat rumah dan belajak sendiri. Tapi malam ari selasa tu, Kaki saya lebih sakit, I ni nak bubuh ubat tapi dah habis, so I gunala ubat lain. Pagi ari Rabu, kaki saya lebih sakit. Mak kata lebih baik I duduk kat rumah, belajar dan reatka kaki saya ni. Oleh itula, I ni, sekanag di rumah buat semua benda benda ni. Takda kerja lain, kan baaru makan, mana bole tido balik? Kesianje. Babitol kaki ni.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LOL. sorry, decided to ry the slang on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Think I did good? comment ur opinion in my tagboard. luv yas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: Here's an interesting and sweet link&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/25797678/?GT1=43001"&gt;http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/25797678/?GT1=43001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-2406811197766450122?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2406811197766450122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=2406811197766450122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2406811197766450122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2406811197766450122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-it-is-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SIZyfM4LbNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tf10vl_SnOs/s72-c/megan-fox-full-movie-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-7164673912842956354</id><published>2008-07-19T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:21:16.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>15 weird things / habits / little known facts about Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Eivanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love spicy things&lt;br /&gt;2. I Hate Bugs&lt;br /&gt;3. I have low immunity and im anemic&lt;br /&gt;4. I have an obsession with height&lt;br /&gt;5. I can cook AND bake&lt;br /&gt;6. I laugh too  much&lt;br /&gt;7. I tend to ground myself when I feel I have too much fun [weird I know]&lt;br /&gt;8. I've gotten braces twice&lt;br /&gt;9. I will be my schs valedictorian&lt;br /&gt;10. I dont have stage fright&lt;br /&gt;11. I can sing but I get shy&lt;br /&gt;12.I'll be famous when I'm 21 [LOL]&lt;br /&gt;13. I dont know what career Im gonna persue so Im gonna try to parasite of my mom and dad for as long as possible&lt;br /&gt;14. I like tattoos and piercings not because I like to wear my earings but because I like getting pierced.&lt;br /&gt;15. I love animals to death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-7164673912842956354?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7164673912842956354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=7164673912842956354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7164673912842956354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7164673912842956354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/15-weird-things-habits-little-known.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1382356084041755988</id><published>2008-07-16T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:14:04.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out I have anaemia :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that scary? I feel like those sick people walking around with a disease. somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more info visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_deficiency_anemia"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_deficiency_anemia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1382356084041755988?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1382356084041755988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1382356084041755988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1382356084041755988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1382356084041755988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-found-out-i-have-anaemia-isnt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8381701413644319923</id><published>2008-07-04T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:52:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SG3xtadJtVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BGso53ANoQk/s1600-h/n728883859_623799_9793.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me reflect on how much my life has changed from last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, school was a&lt;em&gt; torture&lt;/em&gt;. Every morning I didn't want to wake up. It was so depressing walking through those &lt;b&gt;unwelcoming&lt;/b&gt; gates. Looking around, smiling in the morning was hardly something I would do, and I would consider myself a generally happy person. Making my way up to the Prefects room &lt;i&gt;(which I wanted to PIMP UP YA'LL)&lt;/i&gt;, signing in &lt;u&gt;before 7.00 a.m.&lt;/u&gt; was a must. rushing to my DUTY.&lt;strike&gt; I hated it. &lt;/strike&gt;I regret ever &lt;i&gt;TRYING out&lt;/i&gt; to be a prefect. I didn't make my life any better, in fact it made it &lt;u&gt;worst&lt;/u&gt;, but I guess that's why I am the person I am today, I learnt from my &lt;b&gt;MIS&lt;/b&gt;takes. The only reason I actually did it was because I wanted to proove to those who looked down upon me, who doubted me, who bitched about me, that &lt;i&gt;fuck you i can do this shit too.&lt;/i&gt; Well, anyways, the bell would ring. I didn't want to go in class. I felt like everyone was against me. Studying was an opinion but when you're feeling so demotivated, study all you want-nothing is going in. Hardly people I can relate to in class, there were the few who spoke my language on some level, &lt;b&gt;May, Shu, Steph, Ranj,&lt;/b&gt; the rest...not really. There were gangs, obviously, and you couldn't even &lt;i&gt;THINK&lt;/i&gt; of trying to join them. Subjects come and go, I'll stare blankly at the board and wonder about how am I gonna survive. The only person who kept me sane was May who sat next to me for the whole year. She made me smile *lesbo moment* &lt;b&gt;MAY I LERV YOU.&lt;/b&gt; Ranj was awesome too, she'd always used to bail class with me :) I think she knew what was going on with me. &lt;b&gt;RANJ I LERV YOU MY LESBO &lt;/b&gt;Break time, after school, activities, duties. &lt;u&gt;My life was like a sad pathetic routine.&lt;/u&gt; The weekends I wanted to get out. I was a teenager, no one understood me, what can I say. Mid year results, SCREWED UP BADLY. Had no mood to study for my end of year. I wanted my life to end. &lt;strike&gt;I hated living.&lt;/strike&gt; every second was pure torture in my mind. &lt;i&gt;Mentally I made it worse, Physically I abused myself.&lt;/i&gt; After my finals I gave up 100% percent. I was depressed. I thought of death every morning as soon as i wake up. I would not really smile. I wasn't in the mood to do anything, eat, sleep, tv, go out. It got to a point where my mom had to force me to go out. Dark eyeliner, low self esteem- I was an emo kid. I must say last year, my self esteem and &lt;i&gt;my confidence dropped to a level so low&lt;/i&gt; that I am still building it up...&lt;br /&gt;I told my parents I didnt want to go back there. Just thinking of it I could start (and sometimes DID) cry. They knew the only solution would be to change my school, they suggested CGL, MGS, SGGS and I said no to all of them. I didnt want to be in a Govt school. &lt;u&gt;I had enough of crap.&lt;/u&gt; Uplands? Dalat? no... THere were even options of going to KL for boarding or something. Finally, I suggested Sri Pinang. It had a reputation of being a &lt;i&gt;spoilt-rich-kid-school-with-no-standard.&lt;/i&gt; but i didnt have a choice anymore, my last resort. My dad, mom and I went to check out the school, we had a whole tour, I fell in love. my parents said, ok, and when they did, i felt a change. I was happier. New friends, new life, new everything, starting fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new school:&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first day, I was scared, nervous, gosh, I entered the hall. All new faces. gosh gosh gs oh. I got settled in. Everyone was so friendly, the first week was hard and LONELY but hey, the teachers were good. and finally that willing to learn haneesha came back. I never said, I dowanna go. I made some great friends! And I love all of you guys to death! You have no idea how much I appreciate going to Sri Pinang...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;BEST CLASS IN THE WORLLDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219093403651211730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SG3xzHY3AdI/AAAAAAAAAII/WbyS2CtUQzc/s320/n728883859_623799_9793.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First Row (sitting), L-R: Chris, Mabel, Eivanne, Mr Siaw, Woof, Me, Nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Second Row: Cze Yang, Johnnny, cho chia, Lin Kai, WESSLEEEYYY, Chiang, Alex, Chou Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Absentees: SOO LIP AND YEE YEAN ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a wayy happier and nicer and better and &lt;em&gt;gooder&lt;/em&gt; person now.&lt;br /&gt;going to school is a joy, instead of a torture, i have no problems with it.&lt;br /&gt;Sings in a bad tune:&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE STUUUUUUDENTS OF SEKOLAH SRI PINANGGG&lt;br /&gt;*ok, that's about all the lyrics I know for my sch song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good sometimes to reflect on how your life was and is gonna be. It makes you think and appreciate life more. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8381701413644319923?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8381701413644319923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=8381701413644319923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8381701413644319923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8381701413644319923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-me-reflect-on-how-much-my-life-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SG3xzHY3AdI/AAAAAAAAAII/WbyS2CtUQzc/s72-c/n728883859_623799_9793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-9077800509118592</id><published>2008-07-03T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:52:01.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hi, my name is:&lt;/strong&gt; Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never in my life have I been&lt;/strong&gt;: time travelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High school&lt;/strong&gt;: is a happy torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm nervous&lt;/strong&gt;: I walk around alot...and talk fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last song I listened to was&lt;/strong&gt;: You're so gay by katy perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I were to get married right now my best man/maid of honor&lt;/strong&gt;: Patrick dempsey that guy from made of honour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hair &lt;/strong&gt;is: an animal named Mic who is alive living on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was 5&lt;/strong&gt;: I was awesome-er thn i am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;: I gave u my heart? the very next day, u gave it away. this year, to save me from tears, ill give it to someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should be&lt;/strong&gt;: studying. OOPSIEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I look down I see&lt;/strong&gt;: my tummy. damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The happiest recent event was&lt;/strong&gt;: going for the spa treatment thingy. oohmmmm shakalakalakala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I were a character on 'Friends' I'd be&lt;/strong&gt;: Rachel, spoilt, hot and rich :P hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By this time next year&lt;/strong&gt;: I'd be thin...i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My current gripe is&lt;/strong&gt;: trying to do as many things possible in my youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hard time understanding&lt;/strong&gt;: physics and add math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's this girl I know that&lt;/strong&gt;: kissed another girl and liked it...wait that girl is me ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know I like you when&lt;/strong&gt;: I flirt. ALOT. but i do tht with everyone. OOPs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be&lt;/strong&gt;: Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take my advice&lt;/strong&gt;: nothing will come of nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thing I want to buy&lt;/strong&gt;: are aldo shoesss! I have a shoe obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I plan to visit&lt;/strong&gt; : Shia Labeouf &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you spent the night at my house&lt;/strong&gt;: you;d never want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd stop my wedding if&lt;/strong&gt;: my groom isnt a celebrity ;) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world could do without&lt;/strong&gt;:Morons making surveys like these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than&lt;/strong&gt;: seriously, I'd do ANYTHING but lick the belly of a roach. wth man. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most recent thing I've bought myself&lt;/strong&gt;: A life. LOL. oh wait, I HAVE NO LIFE.. curses SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought me&lt;/strong&gt;: A book :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the morning I&lt;/strong&gt; :dowanna wake up...coz i like to sleeeeeeeeeeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are&lt;/strong&gt;: elephants. hey, dumbo did it right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once, at a bar&lt;/strong&gt;: I ordered a drink, and they knew i was 17, so i made my sis order it, thn drank it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night I was&lt;/strong&gt;: pissed at the thunder keeping me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I was an animal I'd be&lt;/strong&gt;: a black leopard. :D mrrreeow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A better name for me would be&lt;/strong&gt;: Mrs. Shia LaBeouf ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow I am:&lt;/strong&gt; going to study...YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I am&lt;/strong&gt;: going to sleep. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is: OVER :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-9077800509118592?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/9077800509118592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=9077800509118592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/9077800509118592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/9077800509118592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-my-name-is-honey-never-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-3665344430446709275</id><published>2008-07-01T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:29:44.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d083a232d73411c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d083a232d73411c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331358085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B5AB632B28F52545334303B4361BDE163C93A05.CE9A883832642FA55EC3A422EC619ECFB32C0F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd083a232d73411c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKfPmc_49ztCzT6GIeOXaAQPangI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d083a232d73411c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331358085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B5AB632B28F52545334303B4361BDE163C93A05.CE9A883832642FA55EC3A422EC619ECFB32C0F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd083a232d73411c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKfPmc_49ztCzT6GIeOXaAQPangI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HELL YEAH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I KNOW U ALL JEALOUS :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-3665344430446709275?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d083a232d73411c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3665344430446709275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=3665344430446709275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3665344430446709275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3665344430446709275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/hell-yeah-i-know-u-all-jealous-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-4229551472097860191</id><published>2008-07-01T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:02:39.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;another day WASTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why my body picked this week to get sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't enjoy getting sick, it's just that I get sick REALLLLY easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At home, everyone is so used to me being unwell that we actually have stock on all the common medications that I take so my doctors visits are well, less frequent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me tell you how easy it is for me to get sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I eat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;White Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sour grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ill get a sorethroat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wth right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, it started as a normal common cold on sunday afternoon. But usually it stops after a while but the KILLER cold got worse and it became *horror music* a never ending fuckeduply flu. seriously. and fine. whatever, jsut a cold. I usually go for this jog every sunday evening with my parents but didnt because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. IM INVISIBLE and was alone most of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I wasnt feeling to good annways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided that maybe a hot shower will help get rid of this *beep* [has been cenceored due to overlt sensative people] and when I got out of the shower, my throat felt FUZZY. oh whatever. I had ROTI CANAI and FISH CURRY for dinner and at about 10pm I felt lethargic and mum said it'll be better if I took Monday off. Fine, I did. and i was with a fever, flu and sorethroat the whole. and today TUESDAY Im still sick. wth. and i dont feel any better. I cant sleep and i feel so STUFFED. gahh *bangs head on table*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not only am I sick and most things dont make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I HAVE FREAKKIN TRIALS and SPM coming soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;great. just great&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-4229551472097860191?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4229551472097860191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=4229551472097860191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4229551472097860191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4229551472097860191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-day-wasted-i-dont-know-why-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8573334026956205358</id><published>2008-06-29T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:10:01.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJuNgBkloFE&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJuNgBkloFE&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I wonder how stupid has the world become.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tsk tsk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8573334026956205358?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8573334026956205358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=8573334026956205358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8573334026956205358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8573334026956205358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-i-wonder-how-stupid-has-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-2595383492244448892</id><published>2008-06-24T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:05:40.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now you know what we do in school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/45lhkCUwlnw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/45lhkCUwlnw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-2595383492244448892?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2595383492244448892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=2595383492244448892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2595383492244448892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2595383492244448892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-you-know-what-we-do-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-7391449264679530921</id><published>2008-06-22T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:20:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my birthday this year was wayyyyy OTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I first got a laptop from my parents (my sister got a laptop AND a car ==..but shes older...soo..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANWYYAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thn I got to go to Club Med and since it was my brithday the CHEF made a cake specially for me and the whole staff clapped and claapped from god knows where to my table and sang me a birthday song. :D and i had to drink i glass of wine. WHOO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dd88a6d0b5bc173d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd88a6d0b5bc173d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331358085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D231C6125D54525C9E4A5BCA2893C48EC105B0FA7.6CA571C6BAD1420AD3D3323250EC7B6467CBEF1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd88a6d0b5bc173d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dikrl4D3m0Vr8ogoJMF4yGyK5pCQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd88a6d0b5bc173d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331358085%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D231C6125D54525C9E4A5BCA2893C48EC105B0FA7.6CA571C6BAD1420AD3D3323250EC7B6467CBEF1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd88a6d0b5bc173d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dikrl4D3m0Vr8ogoJMF4yGyK5pCQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214663068030005634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SF40bpFG8YI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6b-sTYLWjf0/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Club Med,that saturday, I went to Gurney coz I dont knw why but my mom wanted me outta the house. So I decided to get my hair washed for absolutely no reason..and I did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hairstylist name was&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ELVIS. seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywho, I was hanging with Mahesh, david, Aliq(i think) and eventually Kesh. Some people DITCHED ME but hey, who needs em anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came home right and when I entered my house, Ranj, May, Steph and Alan popped outta nowhere!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214662285072624162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SF4zuEVhaiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ay3z888CyeQ/s320/my+bestiess.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turns out they have been planning with my mom this suprise thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214663237598834162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SF40lgxd7fI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mCwzbZYyDvI/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So theres my cake. and it was grat catching up with them and eating icing and cake and more icicng and chachos and and making smores and stuff. lol. it was great so a BIG THANK YOU GUYS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AAAND (yes there's more) I was in time to catch the Hannah Montana concert in 3D!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it wasnt 3D == I know right now youre like "wtf, haneesha watches hannah montana?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214662287502480450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SF4zuNY2FEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SYdiu6aOb4g/s320/mhmm..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, i just wanted to see how 3D it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214663359636536306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SF40snZhe_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/d4keerwRiCo/s320/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is spongebob nude. Anybody wanna guess who drew it? BEAUTIFUL no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-7391449264679530921?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dd88a6d0b5bc173d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7391449264679530921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=7391449264679530921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7391449264679530921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7391449264679530921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-my-birthday-this-year-was-wayyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SF40bpFG8YI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6b-sTYLWjf0/s72-c/DSC00217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-459347334605870359</id><published>2008-06-21T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:38:06.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what happens when you wear foundation badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214019289329709890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SFvq6yiIM0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ybjSjlA05tw/s400/rihanna-hairstyles-0508-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-459347334605870359?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/459347334605870359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=459347334605870359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/459347334605870359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/459347334605870359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happens-when-you-wear-foundation.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SFvq6yiIM0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ybjSjlA05tw/s72-c/rihanna-hairstyles-0508-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-7575933828982519412</id><published>2008-06-20T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:32:23.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SFujDBtFdbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kftSfc8scNs/s1600-h/81633456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213940266003953074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SFujDBtFdbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kftSfc8scNs/s400/81633456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMFG! THATS KEIRA'S MOM! SOMEBODY GET THE WOMAN A HAIR DYE JOB AND A PLASTIC SURGEON PRONTO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-7575933828982519412?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7575933828982519412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=7575933828982519412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7575933828982519412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7575933828982519412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/06/omfg-thats-keiras-mom-somebody-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SFujDBtFdbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kftSfc8scNs/s72-c/81633456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1246587333699428893</id><published>2008-06-19T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:11:54.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My awesome holiday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, we won this trip for two to Club Med Cherating from Volvo and a free use of a Volvo XC90 *getting jealous alex xD * for 7 days. So my parents decided since they won two passes to club med, they might as well bring me and my sis (and pay for us obviously) and drive that awesome car to Kelantan. So-that's exactly what we did. We left on friday. Incase people who don't know what Club Med is, it's this exclusive club that u have to join and be a member of to enter. It cost on average RM800/pernight for a normal room one bed etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;DAY 1&amp;amp;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I dont want to bore my non-existant readers with how I went for the trip to summarize the first 2days it was basically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wakeup-bathe-mcD-fetch grama-go Kl-shop-sleep-wake up-shop somemore-sleep-wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAY 3 onwards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We left KL for Kelantan. The trip was on the windy road and we went on the very scarry supposedly very haunted KARAK HIGHWAY *screams of terror*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it wasnt that scary. I expected creepy trees and graveayrds or something! But it was like any other highway except for the fact that theres thick fog at night. So, I guess thats when the ghosts come out *i read too many singapore true ghost stories*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We reached kelantan and my mom lived in Kelantan when she was little and it was like a walk down memory lane for her. Loads have changed but she found her standard one school and her kindergarden :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We thn went to...this...cempedak was it..teluk cempedak. and my gosh, IT WAS GORGEOUS. the sand was white like powder and it was soo soft. and it was CLEAN. CLEAN. omg. compared to the murky grey waters in penang that we have dubbed the ocean, that was HEAVEN. wowwww. We walked abit there and had CHEESY wedges in the KFC near by *24 hours wei*. We decided to find a hotel nearer to club med coz that's where we would be heading the next day. And there were really DODGY hotels in Kelantan. And some have such nice names like Mermaid inn but it looks like a place where someone will kill you while u sleep. and im NOT joking. We settled in this RM950.00 a night room at Eastern Pavillion Holiday Villas. And it was worth every penny. I mean, WE HAD OUR OWN PRIVATE POOL WITH JACUZZI. how more aweosme can it get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thn there was a thnder storm and BOOM lightning BLACKOUT. just as we were abt to go to the restaurant for dinner. bloody hell. BUT I SAVED THE DAY by having my supply of snacks, KIT KAT, Famous amos cookies, Dodol. :D Im good. i know. and thn it was NEARING midnight and guess whatt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY. So, a special thanks to all who wished me. In order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nessa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honey! I wanted to be the first to wish you at 12. But i'm quite certain im falling asleep. so just incase i do, Happy Birthday! I hope you have a great day hun. And lots and lots of presents! Love you till infinity. XoXo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17th&lt;br /&gt;Birthday!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keshav:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (insert fancy message here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May Sheng:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday HONEY! We've officially been through thick and thin for 7 years ( I know, that's long) And we'll keep growing strong (will we grow old, grey and saggy).You're the best bitch I can ask form thanks for having my back no matter how small or stupid a deal it is. You know ive got you too. My girl ;D I love you truckloads. XOXO P.s. have a great time aite? I know you will :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ranjini:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey, Happy  Birthday dear! May God Bless you, may all your wishes cum true, n may u always b happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sarah:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday Honey...sory din wish u on time cuz i fell asleep.. Lolx.. Hv a fantastic day honey! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shu Yong:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stephanie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday Honey! X) *big gigantic bear hug* Luv Ya! Take care! hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chee Chiang:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honey.. Happy birthday! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amirudin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happey Buffday =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May all ur wish come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yugesh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAPPEE BIRTHDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a wonderful day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi honey, wishing u 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' May god bless you and give you more happiness throughout your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grandma:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday Honey, I love you darling very much. From grandma Z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Harcharan(don shoot):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alexis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey Hun hapie burfday. Enjoy yr holiday thr kays. Once again happy 17th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Natasia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy bday to you...Muaxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uncle Imtiaz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy birthday 17 onwards to a good life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uncle Shaniz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday! Tried to call u but you didnt answer. Have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alex Khoo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday, honey bunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Luvenia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey... Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jaeraj:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey u, hepi buttday, hehe, em, hepi birthdayyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jewel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday super honey!!! :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had miss calls from Farhan and Nav and Mahesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry didnt answer was in club med, phone was in the room and i dont think reception is that good either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joshua:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey there, droppin u a msg to wish u a very happy bday :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mabel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello babe. Happy birthday ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Deep:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey sexy...Im kinda late but hey dear happy birthday girl... hehe x x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nav:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy bday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alan [dude]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being the first who wishes. why nnot be the last. Happy birthday hun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keith:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Omfg...I totally forgot..! Happy belated birthday, Honey!! I'm so sorry for not wishing you, I had credit but I wasnt sure if it was your birthday si u checked my mail for reminders and it was true! may god bless you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SilveSTAR:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday Honey.......may god bless u and safe u from all evils......tc.....have a wonderful birthday.......=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was in Club med. GORGEOUS CLUB MED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did all sorts of activities, sailing, archery, trapeze, some bounce thing, henna, dancing, drinking, sitting on a train, swimming. and there were alot more activities to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During dinner on the 16th the whole staff of club med came and clapped and sang me a birthday song and the chef actually made a cake for me. Vids and pics will be up soon. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THANKS EVERYONE FOR MAKING MY BIRTHDAY REALLY AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pics'll be up soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1246587333699428893?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1246587333699428893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1246587333699428893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1246587333699428893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1246587333699428893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-awesome-holiday-well-we-won-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-6238177828057093438</id><published>2008-06-10T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:34:00.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MABEL's&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HONEY's&lt;/span&gt; GUIDE TO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY WOMEN ARE BETTER THAN MEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. We got Boobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. We know how to colour-coordinate ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. We Give birth (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. We can wear skirts AND pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. We can make them (guys and occasionally girls) Beg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. We can wear make-up (covering zits etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. We can choose from THOUSANDS of dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. We can wear coloured contact lenses without looking like a FAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. We make them buy stuff for us and not feel bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. We can wear expensive things (like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diammmoonnd&lt;/span&gt; rings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. We shop with the money they earn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grose&lt;/span&gt; facial hair that we have to shave nearly everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13.  We can make up for cheating (by some kissing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. We get free drinks at night clubs ( ladies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nighhtt&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get seduced easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. We can look taller by wearing heels (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17. We don't speak like MELVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. Chromosome has more chance of becoming a FEMALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to prove we're better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. We're more mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21. We can cry to get our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22. On dates, guys usually pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23.We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to make the first move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24. We can do any kind of hairstyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; to be under a girl (ranks, jobs...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get turned on DOWN THERE that easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27. We have self control at a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28. Guys cant do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;prostitution&lt;/span&gt; and earn well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29. Gigolos have NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;BUSINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30. We just look fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best reply the guys could think of was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"at least we don't bleed once a month"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to #19&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-6238177828057093438?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6238177828057093438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=6238177828057093438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6238177828057093438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6238177828057093438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/06/mabels-and-honeys-guide-to-why-women.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-7114582059842105409</id><published>2008-06-04T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:58:14.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben says:&lt;br /&gt;dont trust u pakis&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honey ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I dont trust u Austrians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ben says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yea wat if i told u im german hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honey ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;same difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ben says:&lt;br /&gt;noooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;austria had hitler and sent him to germany, they accepted... germany had einstein and didnt want him and he went to the USA so there u go&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;so clearly austria is smarter than germany&lt;br /&gt;we had mozart... they had wat?&lt;br /&gt;bethhoven? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honey ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I see your point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-7114582059842105409?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7114582059842105409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=7114582059842105409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7114582059842105409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7114582059842105409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/06/ben-says-dont-trust-u-pakis-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-7039104791967109904</id><published>2008-06-02T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:51:30.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SEOzSkjV0KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9Ks1Hu1CwCA/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207202725801349282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SEOzSkjV0KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9Ks1Hu1CwCA/s400/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never tot it would be so hard to give up the little kitten I rescued. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life and I'm not being over-dramatic. I really loved that kitten from the moment I laid eyes on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture: The second day when he started eating on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found him at my school, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christopher&lt;/span&gt; told me that there was a half dead kitten behind the school there. And I was basically left in horror. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, a poor baby kitten, half dead, suffering! gosh. I needed to save its little life. every single life is worth saving I feel- so after school I rushed to my moms car and asked her if I could take the kitten home. And I remember I was nearly in tears just thinking about him. Chris showed me, his poor little body, so weak he couldn't even stand up! I gently lifted him to my tummy and walked to my cat. His little mews were heard-but I knew it was a plea of help. I took him to the vet, gills &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;, and they told me that he had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bite&lt;/span&gt; wounds, probably from a bigger cat and that it was infected. So, I took him home and that was that. He had some medicines and stuff and it was all good. He refused to eat on the first day and we had to force feed him for energy. He got better and started to move a little, move a little walk a little and all that. He got better and better and started eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me, for his little body even I was shocked. I went to the vet for his checkup and the doc was like, I think he has worms. Now, I knew why he was eating so much-it all made sense. Doc gave him a pill and he pooped all the worms out. He got better than he was before. He could run, he could jump and he was as cheeky as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207195855948506130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SEOtCsWyZBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/e7LluELwAEY/s400/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He would run, jump play and I knew he loved us as much as we loved him. sometimes, you just know. He would crawl up on my lap or in the corner of my shirt in the smallest place and cuddle up to sleep. Totally cute! He also would explore places and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; stuck. Like, he went under the shoe rack, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get out and he went behind the door WHEN IT WAS OPEN and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; come out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;-super cuteness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture: Hiding under the sofa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom wanted me to find a place for him to stay at, get him a good home because we lived in an apartment. It's big la-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;helllow&lt;/span&gt; it's double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;storey&lt;/span&gt;, but it's missing a garden-so with a heavy heart I posted his picture on this website, and a few others. I was kinda glad that no one wanted him. He could be MINE. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt; bitty kitty! Mom said we should give him to the SPCA, so we went on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; and I had prepared myself not to cry-I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; enjoy crying, i think it shows that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; weak, and the SPCA was closed. It looked BAD, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;-this-is-the-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SPCA&lt;/span&gt; bad. We took him home. I kinda tried hating him, like, I HATE U KITTY hate. so that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; hurt. And on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, I loved him again. He would cuddle and just do the cutest things like sleeping on a slipper. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to give him up, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;. I loved him too much, these 12 days were priceless. But I knew I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SEOvrbsGa5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/blJN277NO5s/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207198754872388498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SEOvrbsGa5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/blJN277NO5s/s400/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; was the hardest for me and my sister. especially the evening. I knew in a matter of hours, he would be going...And it hurt me so bad-I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how he was gonna take it. My little Khan. I let him do whatever he wanted to. kissed him, hugged him, cuddled him, played with him and it was all bittersweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture: He slept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the bar, regular alcoholic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When my parents went up for bed, he meowed for attention, i knew he wanted to be cuddled. So i did, I put him on my lap in my sisters room and held on to him for an hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. He dreamt. And it was so cute. He moved around, turned, meowed, sniffed, scratched, all in his dreams. At that moment I just wanted to hide him in my room and make sure no one could find him and he'll be with me. I put him in his cage and he woke up. I lay on the floor next to his cage until he slept. I wanted this moment to remember, I wanted him to feel loved and know it. I got up in the morning, well, &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; exactly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt; early (4am early for you?) and got up at 7. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want to get up, I knew what was gonna happen. I showered and went down, I saw the little thing playing. My heart sank. I imagined him growing up here, sleeping on my bed, we were gonna be best friends...but...it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; happening. Oh why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; I live in a house... I said my last goodbyes to him, put him in his cage and it was off to school. That was it. The last I saw him. after school, I hoped in my heart, a faint hope, that MAYBE mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; give him to the SPCA and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; do it! and he was at home-waiting for me! I went into the car and waited. silently. Waited. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;thn&lt;/span&gt; I asked my mom, the cat? and she said she had given him to the SPCA. :(     :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of tears and held it in. I came home and saw my sister, she gave me a hug and that was it, tears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;jsut&lt;/span&gt; started flowing down. He was my little baby, my hope and my joy. the colour in my black and white world. My sis asked me, &lt;em&gt;"whats wrong"&lt;/em&gt; and i said &lt;em&gt;" i want my kitten back"&lt;/em&gt; and walked up the stairs and straight to my bathroom. And I sat there, crying, silently. I wanted him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much! I loved him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much! Even the thought of him not with me and with the SPCA people is killing me. I will survive, but, it's gonna be hard. Everywhere I look now is reminding me of him, and his little things. the cute things he used to do. He was more than a cat, he was family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207201937058614610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SEOykqQazVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FSVC0mD5Aac/s400/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; To the best kitten in the world. May you find a good home with people who love you as much as I do. If I ever move into a house, you're the first cat I'd adopt again! Love my little Khan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&gt;, kitty, b.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-7039104791967109904?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7039104791967109904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=7039104791967109904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7039104791967109904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/7039104791967109904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-never-tot-it-would-be-so-hard-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SEOzSkjV0KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9Ks1Hu1CwCA/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-2834451112082006128</id><published>2008-05-27T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:16:20.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ever wondered how my family would look as the simpsons?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL WONDER NO MORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205076656666346834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SDwlpD1GhVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YMWkQP_rIg0/s400/Familysimpsons1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205076660961314146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SDwlpT1GhWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ziCkx8lnzug/s400/Familysimpsons2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome innit?:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-2834451112082006128?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2834451112082006128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=2834451112082006128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2834451112082006128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2834451112082006128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/ever-wondered-how-my-family-would-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SDwlpD1GhVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YMWkQP_rIg0/s72-c/Familysimpsons1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1466727433738870465</id><published>2008-05-27T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:48:15.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Featured Friends on Friendster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't get what the big deal abt having yourself or someone else featured on the friendsters featured friends. I mean, they're just some of the people from my long list of friends whom are shown, common, isn't the fact that you're my friend [and i don't approve just ANYONE] on my list a happy thing. Well, I need to explain the reason why some of my friends are on my featured friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Natasha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natasha is my sister, obviously. So, she MUST be there. and since I look up to her like a role model, she's my NUMBER 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. May&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May has been in my life since standard 4, and we've shared our bitter sweet moments. Still, after all this time, we're friends-we overcame the best friend curse too :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;May: "Imma bring you as my one and only :)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Kesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's there because...we bug the hell out of each other on most days...and it's fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Mahesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little god brother! He must be there! After what he did for the prank calling- I feel so aww-ed&lt;br /&gt;*read below for good deeds*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Senyor Kane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's just there coz I don't have the heart to kick him off. I mean, I can't be mean to my once was driver right? [I know he isn't gonna read this]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Ivan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivan is my schoolmate and we get each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[]iVaN[] says:&lt;br /&gt;oh and i saw dat pussywhoserealnameis*beep*&lt;cenceored&gt;'s comment on *beep*&lt;beep&gt;s frenster&lt;br /&gt;[]iVaN[] says:&lt;br /&gt;he's like *beep* &lt;cenceored&gt;i *beep* u wit her also&lt;br /&gt;[]iVaN[] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;[]iVaN[] says:&lt;br /&gt;dere was also de we must go out wit*beep*also of course&lt;br /&gt;[]iVaN[] says:&lt;br /&gt;i felt like sending heroopsimeanhim a comment "hey bitch, jump off a cliff and fuck off"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, there you have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1466727433738870465?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1466727433738870465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1466727433738870465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1466727433738870465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1466727433738870465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/featured-friends-on-friendster-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-2000924883022991248</id><published>2008-05-26T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:51:12.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear non-existant readers&lt;br /&gt;if you read my blog, you would know about the prank calls i've been having but thanks to my awesome friend&lt;br /&gt;MAHESH aand his awesome friend JOHN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PRANK CALLS HAVE SIEZED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now may be wondering, how is this so? what has john and mahesh done?&lt;br /&gt;well, they missed call the freaks and sms them until they got sooo pissed they turned off their phone. The digi number was a guy and the hotlink number was a GIRL. yes, i repeat, A GIRL. John even asked that girl out ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9I1NJJVOtg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9I1NJJVOtg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9I1NJJVOtg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9I1NJJVOtg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-2000924883022991248?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2000924883022991248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=2000924883022991248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2000924883022991248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/2000924883022991248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-non-existant-readers-if-you-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-6189912745311853935</id><published>2008-05-24T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:52:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SDgrfD1GhOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XQjEUkGD1Xw/s1600-h/z106081319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203957182030578914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SDgrfD1GhOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XQjEUkGD1Xw/s400/z106081319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/799431074118937254-6189912745311853935?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6189912745311853935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=6189912745311853935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6189912745311853935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6189912745311853935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SDgrfD1GhOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XQjEUkGD1Xw/s72-c/z106081319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-4521295123631592998</id><published>2008-05-24T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:44:09.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LISTEN UP PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S A GIG COMING UP&lt;br /&gt;organized by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mua&lt;/span&gt; friend&lt;br /&gt;TO RAISE FUNDS FOR THE CHINA EARTHQUAKE VICTIMS&lt;br /&gt;Come and support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June 2008&lt;br /&gt;Venue: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Queensbay&lt;/span&gt; open air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carpark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6pm-12am&lt;br /&gt;Ticket price: RM10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the tickets are super cheap and if you can get loads of people to support it'll help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bigtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested, email/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; me/write on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cbox&lt;/span&gt; and I'll get you the hook up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-4521295123631592998?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4521295123631592998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=4521295123631592998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4521295123631592998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4521295123631592998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/listen-up-people-theres-gig-coming-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-898568272624485412</id><published>2008-05-21T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:03:00.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Malaysian Islamic group condemns 'sexy' school uniforms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Malaysian Islamic group on Wednesday condemned the uniform worn by girls at government schools, saying it encouraged rape and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital sex.&lt;br /&gt;"The white blouse is too transparent for girls and it becomes a source of attraction," National Islamic Students Association of Malaysia vice-president &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Munirah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bahari&lt;/span&gt; said in a statement.&lt;br /&gt;"It becomes a distraction to men, who are drawn to it, whether or not they like looking at it," she said, calling for a review of uniform policy so that it did not violate Islamic ideals.&lt;br /&gt;In multicultural Malaysia, home to majority-Muslim Malays as well as ethnic Chinese and Indians, female students at government schools have a choice of wearing a white blouse with a knee-length skirt or pinafore.&lt;br /&gt;They may also wear a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kurung&lt;/span&gt;" which is a traditional long top and skirt, and a headscarf is optional for Malay students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Munirah&lt;/span&gt; said that "covering up" according to Islamic precepts was important to fend off social ills including "rape, sexual harassment and even premarital sex which involve schoolgirls in their teens."&lt;br /&gt;"All this leads to babies born out of wedlock and to an extent, even prostitution," she said.&lt;br /&gt;"Decent clothes which are not revealing can prevent and protect women from any untoward situations," she said, suggesting that girls wear a blouse of a different colour or with an undergarment.&lt;br /&gt;However, the girls themselves also came in for criticism, with the association saying some used the white blouse to lure men.&lt;br /&gt;"This is the source of the problem, where we can see that schoolgirls themselves are capable of using this to attract men to them," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Munirah&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;"This could see them getting molested, having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital sex and all sorts of things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...isn't that just stupid. these people think a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BAJU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;KURUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is sexy. Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; blame all the horny men out there instead of blaming the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kurung&lt;/span&gt;. And may i point out its not a &lt;em&gt;SEXY CATHOLIC SCHOOL GIRL OUTFIT&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; sake!&lt;br /&gt;And most rape cases and sex outta wedlock, &lt;bold&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;DOESN'T&lt;/span&gt; OCCUR IN A UNIFORM.&lt;/bold&gt; ==&lt;strike&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; really think someone is about to screw someone else wearing a LONG COVERED WHITE TOP WITH A LONG BLUE SKIRT. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Rip my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kurung&lt;/span&gt; off. yes, the skirt, the long one till my feet. Yes. YES. "&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lets fuck after school in my uniform, its so practical, we can do it anywhere"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aren't you so drawn to my see through white top which many of us cover with a long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt;. It's a turn on right. I know"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;gosh, they're dumb. &lt;bold&gt;I blame all the horny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; men.&lt;/bold&gt; Most of these acts of incest is done my MUSLIM MEN. so, i think, until they can stop the men from being horny, shut up about the uniform. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;. STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Tell&lt;/span&gt; me, are school girls really that horny? Do u &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; they wanna get fucked by a 40 year old fat guy?? ==&lt;br /&gt;And if it is &lt;bold&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/bold&gt; sexy&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;kurung&lt;/span&gt;...sexy ==&lt;/em&gt; ) &lt;u&gt;why didn't they speak out before?&lt;/u&gt; Why now? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure it was as "sexy" as it was last time right...not "sexier"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-898568272624485412?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/898568272624485412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=898568272624485412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/898568272624485412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/898568272624485412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/malaysian-islamic-group-condemns-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1655858526333318840</id><published>2008-05-19T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:06:30.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Animal Cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand why people do it?&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of making a poor innocent animal suffer for your cruel pressure???&lt;br /&gt;I have been a strong environmentalist and animal activist. I believe that every animal deserves to have their life they way that they want to live it, not locked up in a cage. You may love the animals that you've taken from the wild, taken from their home, taken from their families, but...ever thought about how they felt?&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel wrong about caging a bird, no matter how big the cage is or chaining the birds foot so that it can't fly away. I go to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pet shop&lt;/span&gt;, or I used to go to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pet shop&lt;/span&gt; when my hamster was alive...and they have had this poor parrot sitting in the cage doing nothing because no one has wanted to buy him. The cage isn't big enough for it to fly, spread its wings, yes, but fly? no.&lt;br /&gt;I support the SPCA and PETA and I think what they're doing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;. Even when I was a little kid, I've always helped the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;voices&lt;/span&gt; and I've always wanted to be the voice for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;voiceless&lt;/span&gt;. Animals may not be able to speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt;, french or what not, but they can feel pain and love and sadness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; as we do, if u cut them, they bleed-just like us...so, why should they be treated differently? I am totally against animal testing and cruelty of any kind and it's very sad knowing that DAILY millions of people buy products that are tested on animals without knowing.Doing this not only supports those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;companies&lt;/span&gt; but also enables them to get the funding for these cruel acts.&lt;br /&gt;I want and one day I will help all these poor creatures. I've always wanted to do veterinary and I WILL. Helping poor animals will be a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I read at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Peta's&lt;/span&gt; website about the skinning of animal fur, when these poor creatures are still ALIVE. Isn't that just horrible?&lt;br /&gt;this is the article from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Peta&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;When undercover investigators made their way onto Chinese fur farms recently, they found that many animals are still alive and struggling desperately when workers flip them onto their backs or hang them up by their legs or tails to skin them. When workers on these farms begin to cut the skin and fur from an animal's leg, the free limbs kick and writhe. Workers stomp on the necks and heads of animals who struggle too hard to allow a clean cut.&lt;br /&gt;When the fur is finally peeled off over the animals' heads, their naked, bloody bodies are thrown onto a pile of those who have gone before them. Some are still alive, breathing in ragged gasps and blinking slowly. Some of the animals' hearts are still beating five to 10 minutes after they are skinned. One investigator recorded a skinned raccoon dog on the heap of carcasses who had enough strength to lift his bloodied head and stare into the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pls&lt;/span&gt; visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Peta&lt;/span&gt; to show your support &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; curbing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people in China are doing such crude acts, maybe they deserve to die. Maybe the natural disaster there is a sign...but no one seems to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stop animal testing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stop the cruelty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stop the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1655858526333318840?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1655858526333318840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1655858526333318840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1655858526333318840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1655858526333318840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/animal-cruelty.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-6323557618016069513</id><published>2008-05-16T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:38:12.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Do you eat a lot of fast food?&lt;br /&gt;I do. Only for one reason...It's Fast and it's Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Besides your mouth, where is your favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;that's for me to know ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;No, I was like...Sleep deprived. I need sleep. SLEEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever streaked?&lt;br /&gt;Define streaked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you an understanding person?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the last movie you saw in theaters?&lt;br /&gt;IRON MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Did you pray before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;I always pray before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What did you last get upset about?&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah. Not being able to do paper 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you eat candy on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Chocolate is in m blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Does it make you happy to get letters in the mail?&lt;br /&gt;Lol. If it means that i;ve won something, YES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are you looking forward to this summer?&lt;br /&gt;GURRLLL, its always summer here. LOL. So, yes, i look forward to everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do raisins belong in cookies?&lt;br /&gt;If they're raisin cookies, yes. If it's a cornflake cookie and there's an outta place raisin, thn no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's your screen name?&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Walking into a party, what's the first thing you notice?&lt;br /&gt;FOOD. sorry man, I love food-can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you currently taking a science class in school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 3 infact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You've just won a free vacation to either South America or North Korea?&lt;br /&gt;SOUTH AMERICA. Who wanna go see more chinese-looking people. I see enuff of them in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Kiss on the first date?&lt;br /&gt;Depends who i'm kissing /whoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you rather have chicken or steak?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken :D It's the only thing I eat. Good ol' chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's one thing you've learned?&lt;br /&gt;That I can do BM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;Me and My sis together in the gurney TOILET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;Depends...maybe...sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many snack machines are in your school?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think we have a snack machine man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever felt replaced?&lt;br /&gt;No, I always replace people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are there deerheads covering any walls in your house?&lt;br /&gt;NO! EWW! GROSE! Do u want me to hang your head up there for asking such a stoopid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, what goes around, comes around, what goes up must come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever been asked out?&lt;br /&gt;YeH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you good at telling jokes?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Have u heard the one about the cucumber that walks into a bar. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you wish you had smaller feet?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I like em just fine. sometimes I wish I had bigger feet...thn I could be famous...Big foot :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;YEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When ordering sushi, what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;I hate sushi. GROOOSEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How many of your friends have seen you naked?&lt;br /&gt;None. Am i supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you write in cursive or in print?&lt;br /&gt;I write neatly...and my print fonts are neat and uncursive-ish...so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What were you doing at 10 am?&lt;br /&gt;I was doing Math paper 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you different now than you were six months ago?&lt;br /&gt;I am more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I dont spill. I aint 5 ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was tagged to me by natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag this to&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;br /&gt;Alex Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-6323557618016069513?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6323557618016069513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=6323557618016069513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6323557618016069513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6323557618016069513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-3714190058576614863</id><published>2008-05-16T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:43:25.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to rant about &lt;u&gt;some moron&lt;/u&gt; you keeps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;msging&lt;/span&gt; me-SOMEONE &lt;b&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; KNOW.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number is: +&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;60165147275&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;[please feel free to prank call at anytime]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idiotic person things I am dumb or something and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;msgs&lt;/span&gt; every few weeks saying&lt;br /&gt;"are u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hanisha&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Now, people who are close to me know that I hate my name being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;misspelled&lt;/span&gt;! and this person has done it MORE THAN ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; pissed. So, I shall type in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chronology&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi r u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hanisha&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; its the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GORGEOUS Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;. Go get a life and learn to spell right. Goodbye"&lt;/em&gt;seriously, do u think I'm stupid to not realize its you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Than who are you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Than is only used for comparisons.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this bugger is the one that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;msging&lt;/span&gt; me and MORON ACTUALLY DARE ASK ME WHO AM I! == the nerve of some people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GORGEOUS Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have no idea who you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aand&lt;/span&gt; apparently you don't know who I am either. So...stop bothering me.:"&lt;/em&gt; I was losing my patience at this point. Someone once got my number and asked me are u a girl which I replied no. And he stopped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;msging&lt;/span&gt; me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to do the same for this ass but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;msged&lt;/span&gt; few months back and I replied "yeah, who's this" and he refused to tell me who he/she/it is/was. so, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; entertain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; like this &lt;strike&gt;[gosh, i sound mean]&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORON:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Y r u so x c"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, it's obvious from this persons lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;grammar&lt;/span&gt; skills that they don't exactly have a high IQ. or to put it bluntly, STUPID. So, I just got pissed. and It triggered the Bitch. I have been patient for so long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;...I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GORGEOUS but bitchy ME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Two Words. Fuck off. Read it, memorize it and always keep it in your mind if you ever think of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;msging&lt;/span&gt; me :)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORON:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"N u fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; self til u die"&lt;/em&gt;Wow, When I read that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; I was just shocked. not because it was rude, because it was the &lt;b&gt;LAMEST COMEBACK&lt;/u&gt; EVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Well, actually the lamest was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Korsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Korsh&lt;/span&gt; said"go to school, you school girl"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt like saying "try to educate yourself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; failure" but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;thn&lt;/span&gt; my sister pointed out that MORON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;msged&lt;/span&gt; you first and moron wants you to go die now? what the hell. Some people, swear without making sense. I betcha MORON doesn't even know what the meaning of fuck is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unknown number&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:+0174081228&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[again, feel free to prank call]&lt;br /&gt;Me not getting it was actually sheer luck. I came home after exams plopped on my sofa and was dead to the world. I came up and got 8 miss calls from this feller. and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Msg&lt;/span&gt; from Hotlink Moron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HI.. can I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; u? Anyway whats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; name...?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;whn&lt;/span&gt; someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;msgs&lt;/span&gt; me without a GET TO KNOW YOU but a GET KNOW YOU I know its a dumb fuck again. seriously, how they're getting my number still remains a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE TO PEOPLE I KNOW:&lt;br /&gt;I WILL CHANGE MY NUMBER SOON AND I WON'T GIVE IT TO MANY PEOPLE! IF YOU ARE GIVING MY NUMBER OUT WITHOUT ME KNOWING I WILL DO TERRIBLE AND UNTHINKABLE THINGS TO YOU. THIS IS A SERIOUS WARNING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-3714190058576614863?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3714190058576614863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=3714190058576614863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3714190058576614863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3714190058576614863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-to-rant-about-some-moron-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-3908688716060114507</id><published>2008-05-16T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:45:33.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SC0rOWDkjJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DxoHIEPqXkc/s1600-h/DSC03613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200860670121512082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SC0rOWDkjJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DxoHIEPqXkc/s400/DSC03613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sejarah&lt;/span&gt; Kills. Say no to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sejarah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew! &lt;em&gt;Thank god it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE WEEK OVER and ONE WEEK LEFT TO GO (well, to be precise, four days over and four more days to go)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry paper 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry Paper 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and chemistry paper 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry is seriously VERY confusing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paper one and three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; too bad but paper two was &lt;b&gt;HORRIBLE.&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; it carries the most marks ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, If i get 50 for chemistry I'll be overjoyed...Talk about aiming low. well, this means only one thing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; gotta study more. Yes, I neglected chemistry for this exam...So...&lt;i&gt;last minute-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; - not a good idea&lt;b&gt; ==&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BM paper 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BM paper 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sejarah&lt;/span&gt; paper 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BM paper one and two were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Being a person who has never really scored in BM, being able to answer and actually spot mistakes and stuff its just such a &lt;u&gt;confidence&lt;/u&gt; booster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teacher actually scared me that day...[note: this is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;perasan&lt;/span&gt; moment]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haneesha&lt;/span&gt; I want to ask you, why you go and write you novel like that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;at this point my heart sank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Uhrm&lt;/span&gt;, why? Did I do it wrongly?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nono&lt;/span&gt;, answer me, why u write like that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;. I lost 15 marks for novel essay. FIFTEEN MARKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;uhr&lt;/span&gt;, is there any other way to write it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nono&lt;/span&gt;, you wrote the best in the class!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! I WROTE THE BEST NOVEL IN CLASS. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;OMFGOMFGOMFG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was &lt;b&gt;walking on sunshine that day&lt;/b&gt;...gosh...It felt so good that my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hard work&lt;/span&gt; paid off&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got 84 for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;. A1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;BABEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Sejarah&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I was kinda bummed...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think I read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;enuff&lt;/span&gt; :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Sejarah&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English one and two were good. again, i wrote &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; about the novel part. About &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Juannnaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I knew stuff man! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Gotttaaa&lt;/span&gt; love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; man...But i must say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not so confident in spelling...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; become dependant on spell check. damn. &lt;i&gt;I blame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;kinder garden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Sejarah&lt;/span&gt; two...gosh...I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;disappointed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strike&gt;I felt like I knew NOTHING&lt;/strike&gt;. I worked hard for it but all my hard work became mush in my brain and it was a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRAIN MALFUNCTION! BRAIN MALFUNCTION! ABORT! ABORT! THIS BRAIN WILL TERMINATE IN 5, 4, 3, 2, 1&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;boom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;sejarah&lt;/span&gt; essay, but I think I screwed up. I listed not all the points about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;masyarakat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;jahiliah&lt;/span&gt; :( &lt;strike&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;dowannna&lt;/span&gt; loose 15 marks! &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aim for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;sejarah&lt;/span&gt; was to get 80...but...I doubt I can...if i get 70[which was my aim for BM] i guess it'll balance out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Economics 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I guess. I still need more practice. A bit rusty. Paper one was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, Paper two a little bit tougher than I imagined it to be. But hopefully *crosses fingers and toes* I'll get an A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I ain't taking economics for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;, I CAN GO HOME EARLY. I must say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Pinang&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;relly&lt;/span&gt; awesome in that sense, they're not overly strict like some schools &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*cough*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;cls&lt;/span&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and their rules are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;reasonable&lt;/span&gt;. So I got the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green slip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green slip&lt;/span&gt; is like this permission slip that enables you to leave school]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from Ivan's STASH (which is only supposed to be for emergency use :P ) and went to get Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; to sign it before Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Siaw&lt;/span&gt; does. I feel that Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Siaw&lt;/span&gt; has been a bit on the edge these few days...as if he's PMS-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt; man...kinda scared of him. So, I tot it'd be a better idea to get Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; to sign first-&lt;strike&gt;the HIGHER authority&lt;/strike&gt;... so me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;ivan&lt;/span&gt; walked around for a bit looking for Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; and decided lets just go see the principal. I was a bit sceptical about seeing her la, I mean, she IS the principal. Scared. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;[note:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;CLS&lt;/span&gt; has instilled fear in me...so...meeting teachers who are nice for a change is a read shocker]&lt;/i&gt; and she was pleasant and Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; said we'd have to get Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Siaw&lt;/span&gt; to sign first. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Afiq&lt;/span&gt; and Ivan gave me their green slips and &lt;u&gt;I had to face the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;wizaarddd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Good afternoon Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Siaw&lt;/span&gt;, Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Heah&lt;/span&gt; said since we're not talking economics we can leave school earlier"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. i was proud of myself-&lt;em&gt;very &lt;u&gt;smooth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and it explained everything. Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Siaw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even need to ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;furthur&lt;/span&gt;. I realize when I want something or when I'm talking to teachers, I use my sweet/innocent school girl voice-gets em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[or maybe I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;jsut&lt;/span&gt; being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;perasan&lt;/span&gt; and they're just nice...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;nawh&lt;/span&gt;, I;m sticking to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;perasan&lt;/span&gt; one]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Got em sign and left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;schoool&lt;/span&gt; for...GURNEY with mom obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went there to collect our &lt;strong&gt;iron man tickets &lt;/strong&gt;, and eat lunch, I ATE RICE-my braces &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; hurt anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;whoppie&lt;/span&gt;. food-watch out, Honey's teeth are back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;biznez&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came home and here I am now, blogging instead of sleeping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-3908688716060114507?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3908688716060114507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=3908688716060114507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3908688716060114507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/3908688716060114507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/sejarah-kills.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SC0rOWDkjJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DxoHIEPqXkc/s72-c/DSC03613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1955456438561880615</id><published>2008-05-14T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:11:30.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, today was BM and Sejarah paper one.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, the night before I couldnt study...not because I didnt wanna, just coz, I was studying BM. Yes, I neglected by sejarah-so u can imagine how my sejarah was. It was 50-50. I so have to make up for it for paper two tomorrow. thankfully there's paper two. love the paper two. and tomorrow there's english so inotherwords, tonight is just sejarah &lt;u&gt;ALL THE WAY BABEH!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped Nic and Alex out with BM and Mabel photocopied my &lt;bold&gt;HARD WORK OF NOTES WHICH I DID BBY MYSELF.&lt;/bold&gt; If she gets higher in novel for me for the exam, i'd be sad wei!&lt;br /&gt;Ivan and I make such good exam buddies &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*gives a you-know-what-Im-saying-eivanne look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm eating baby foood!&lt;br /&gt;Rusk cookies are &lt;strong&gt;DEEEELLLIICCIOUSS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna eat them on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Braces still hurt, baby food is good, so I guess at the moment everything is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching and indian show now and the lady cooking is sooo freaking adorabale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hoowe to tell-e if the prawins are-e coooked. They vill bekom hard and rvound"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-1955456438561880615?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1955456438561880615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1955456438561880615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1955456438561880615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1955456438561880615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-today-was-bm-and-sejarah-paper-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-4046506758071351626</id><published>2008-05-13T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:56:14.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Exams&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEEYOTCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my braces hurt like hell :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-4046506758071351626?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4046506758071351626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=4046506758071351626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4046506758071351626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/4046506758071351626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday-exams-chemistry-is-beeyotch-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-6092861667121646995</id><published>2008-05-12T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:39:40.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have got braces...AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just on my lower jaw&lt;br /&gt;the 6 front teeth&lt;br /&gt;for 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thn it's gone forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically im the only person in the entire universe who has&lt;em&gt; had braces &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatthafark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-6092861667121646995?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6092861667121646995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=6092861667121646995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6092861667121646995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/6092861667121646995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-got-braces.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-621819511909886716</id><published>2008-05-06T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:53:52.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sometimes wish God would come to earth and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"NO NO THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-621819511909886716?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/621819511909886716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=621819511909886716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/621819511909886716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/621819511909886716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-sometimes-wish-god-would-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-8151645797157996468</id><published>2008-05-06T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:08:10.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SCBVWpjsf9I/AAAAAAAAADw/a2eq1OnRwto/s1600-h/DSC09948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197247817586606034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SCBVWpjsf9I/AAAAAAAAADw/a2eq1OnRwto/s320/DSC09948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at this picture. &lt;em&gt;take a minute to take it all in&lt;/em&gt;. Ok, &lt;strong&gt;What do you see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you see:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Two poor people digging for food?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. two Gross people beyond reason&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Two environmentally aware people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The answer is 3&lt;/strong&gt;. I see these people by my apartment everyday going to the trash and separating out plastic from paper and glass from polyester. I &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; see him, at least once a week! And it got me thinking, &lt;i&gt;wow-he's such a good person. If only people in this world were more like him.&lt;/i&gt; I mean we're &lt;b&gt;actually killing ourselves little by little every single day.&lt;/b&gt; Isn't that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? in 50 years we would've damaged the earth so badly that it would be &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;irreversible.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; When I said be more like him, I don't exactly mean go through other peoples trash to separate it-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I myself wouldn't be able to do that, bug phobia-very horrible bug phobia. I stress on &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched the inconvenient truth, US is one of the few countries which are the main contributors to this. They're doing their best to stop it now-or so I hope. I hoped that they're all going "oh shit"-if u catch my drift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was reading Pn. Shobhana's blog that day and she had this post about how the world has changed. when she was a kid she could run around and not worry about being raped, killed, held for ransom. and it's actually kind of &lt;u&gt;sad.&lt;/u&gt; I don't want my kids &lt;s&gt;(if i ever get married. I think I'll be single with a lot of cats, living on the other side of the street and scaring children into thinking I'm a witch)&lt;/s&gt; to grow up in such a world. I don't want to see the world to crumble as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have people become so self-obsessed that they have forgotten about others except themselves? Have people become so materialistic?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad that everyday someone is contributing to it in one way or another. Some may even laugh at my blog and forget its seriousness. &lt;u&gt;Imagine i 50 years, no snow, no polar bears, probably another ice age.&lt;/u&gt; you see water in the ocean flows in such a way that it is cooled and heated cooled and heated bla bla bla and if the ice were to melt it might cause the heated water to cool-hence causing it to freeze. When it's frozen, how will the water move? Water is such that it needs to find its own level. And if every single year the water rises 1cm (which it was mind you-i think its more now) in a few years, &lt;strong&gt;Penang wouldn't exist&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Doesn't that scare you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We right essays in class about this, we learn about topics we hear of it but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY AREN't WE DOING ANYTHING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So people-ANYONE who is reading my blog now please do these following things that I got from climatechange's website.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;clean and replace filters in the air conditioner&lt;/b&gt; -by practicing this simple act you can get more out of your Air conditioner and save up to 350 POUNDS of carbon dioxide yearly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;b&gt;Replace incandescent light bulbs with a compact fluorescent light bulb&lt;/b&gt;- you use 60% less energy. Less energy= better for environment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;Buy energy star products&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;Use less hot water&lt;/b&gt;-seriously people! Hot water releases carbon dioxide. You can save up to 350 pounds of carbon dioxide by doing so. or if you're really a hot-water-addict install a low flow shower head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turn off electrical devices when you're not using them&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;u&gt;this is directed to Keshav&lt;/u&gt;. STOP LEAVING YOUR COMPUTER ON! every single electrical device that u use releases greenhouse gases. By just turning of something LIKE A COMPUTER you can save THOUSANDS of pounds of carbon dioxide yearly. THOUSANDS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;Unplug devices when not using them&lt;/b&gt;- even though you're not using the devices, anything plugged in still uses energy, just lower. and that spews 18 million of carbon dioxide yearly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;RECYCLE&lt;/b&gt;- all u have to do is simple. When you use something that can be recycled put it aside from your regular trash, and visit a recycling centre (I'm yet to find one. when i do ill add it up)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;Buy recycled products&lt;/b&gt;- It uses up to 60%-70% LESS energy than regular products&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;Plant a tree&lt;/b&gt;- I'm seriously gonna start doing it when I find the time. Even if you plant a tree on your birthday you can make a difference. ONE TREE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;Switch to green power&lt;/b&gt;- Ok, Malaysia uses dams and stuff to generate electricity so, were good. (i researched)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;b&gt;Buy locally grown products&lt;/b&gt;- it reduces transport energy. So, Australian grapes and all that-GOTTA GO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;buy fresh products instead of frozen&lt;/b&gt;- frozen products uses 10 times MORE energy. Frozen roti cannai and all GOTTA GO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop using polystyrene&lt;/b&gt;.-Seriously, I wish Malaysia would just ban it like Indonesia! I mean, If &lt;b&gt;Indon can do it why can't we?&lt;/b&gt; Esp for school camps. School camps always pack food in poly. carries. if all the schools in Malaysia stopped it'll make a big difference. &lt;b&gt;If McDonalds stopped, i think the whole issue would be solved. seriously. STOP MC DONALDS STOP GODDAMNIT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't our government supposed to do something about these issues?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I want Cleaner beaches&lt;/em&gt;-cant we have a rule for that? I want a change. I want a better future! Instead, they re calling each other names in Parliament-MATURE. &lt;s&gt;(i think i have more brains than the whole cabinet put together) &lt;/s&gt;I wish I had &lt;b&gt;one week &lt;/b&gt;to be the Prime Minister of Malaysia. I would do so much to stop this nonsense. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i please &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I BEG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyone, do something about it :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE &lt;/strong&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not for me, for this world. and if not for the world- for me ? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spread the word to everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a happier note:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And happy birthday gramma :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197247817586606018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SCBVWpjsf8I/AAAAAAAAADo/lJQxbHLd8dk/s320/DSC09960.JPG" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-8151645797157996468?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8151645797157996468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=8151645797157996468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8151645797157996468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/8151645797157996468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-at-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SCBVWpjsf9I/AAAAAAAAADw/a2eq1OnRwto/s72-c/DSC09948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-593103302203528914</id><published>2008-05-05T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:04:57.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woahness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY IS OVER! or soon to be anyway&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find Mondays very long! It's like the school day refuses to end-whatthafark&lt;br /&gt;LOL-At least Mr. Siaw tot me Math-form 4. I hope to the number 23 *read on* that I'll do excellently for my mid year. oh gosh mid year-NERVVVOUUSS WAY. My intestines feel &lt;u&gt;like jellowwww&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I watched this movie yesterday, &lt;strong&gt;The number 23.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have wacthed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the butterfly effect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;It's basically how the world revolves around the number 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing &lt;b&gt;research&lt;/b&gt; and the things that link to the number twenty three are pretty freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. 2/3 is 0.666&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;666 is the sign of the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Only 23 people allowed in a AOL chatroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Airplane disaster&lt;br /&gt;230 people died on TWA Flight 800.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; The letter W&lt;br /&gt;W is the 23 letter of this alphabet. The symbol for that letter is two points down and three points up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Shakespeare was born on April 23, 1564 and died on April 23, 1616&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; The first song on Side A of the Beatles first Album took 23 takes to record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; The band U2. U is the 21st letter in the alphabet added to the number two gives you 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; On the evening of March 23, 1997 in the US, not only was the comet Hale-Bopp clearly visible, but there was also a lunar eclipse. Mars was also at its closest distance to Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; The number of atoms of an element in one mole (cf. Atomic Weight) is 6.21x10²³&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Most URLs for the web contain 2 "/"s and 3 W's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; December 23, 2012&lt;br /&gt;The date the Mayans believed the world will end. Hence why they were really obsessed with time and it's observance. 2+1+2 is 5, and what is 5? 2+3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; John Dillinger robbed 26 banks, but only 23 for money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt;. In the movieDie Hard III the train derails in subway station 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14&lt;/strong&gt;. Supposedly there are 2,300 stones comprising the Great Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; There are 23 vitamins and minerals in a Centrum Silver tablet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt;. The number of joints in the human arm is 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17&lt;/strong&gt;. Marilyn Monroe's former address is 12305 Helena Drive. and she &lt;u&gt;DIED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; The name of the Uranium isotope used in bombs is U235&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; Nissan is a brand of Japanese cars. In Japanese, "ni" is 2, and "san" is 3. So Nissan would be 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20&lt;/strong&gt;. July 23&lt;br /&gt;More reported UFO sightings on this day than any other day of the year. This is the flapday of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can Imagine, i spent the day in school trying to see 23 and its connection with random people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khanum is 23 and it's my surname&lt;br /&gt;Nic's name had 230, which is 5 which is 2+3&lt;br /&gt;Cze Yang's name was 46. 46/2 is 23&lt;br /&gt;Alex's name was 23 too!&lt;br /&gt;Lin Kai's was 96, 96/3 is 32. the reverse of 32 is 23&lt;br /&gt;Johnny's name and Melvin's name had decimals so it was 23.blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Dont know if that counts&lt;br /&gt;I did Ivan's and I got 8 ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;u&gt;making fun of me!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking if was &lt;b&gt;nonsense&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;(or even that I'm Mad)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Haneesha, why isn't Merdeka on August 23rd 1923?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL Chee Chiang pointed out that 2 to the power of 3 is 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2 to the power of 3 is 23.&lt;br /&gt;NYEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Nav just told me his house number 23&lt;br /&gt;and the first two digits on his moms car number plate is 23&lt;br /&gt;His tuition teachers grandfather passed away on the 23rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true! I'm gonna crack this number 23 code one day. And when I do, be afraid, be very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till thn, I recommend EVERYONE to watch the number 23-brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Finally took pics of my hottt laptop! &lt;s&gt;I know you're jealous. ;)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196820872067579634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="137" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB7RDJjsfvI/AAAAAAAAACA/fwQHHkKH5qc/s320/DSC09665.JPG" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196820867772612322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB7RC5jsfuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mgJKHzObQik/s320/DSC09664.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196820872067579650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB7RDJjsfwI/AAAAAAAAACI/7GFzG4CVGyk/s320/DSC09666.JPG" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, the chairs at my dining table &lt;u&gt;are&lt;/u&gt; red and black&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-593103302203528914?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/593103302203528914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=593103302203528914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/593103302203528914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/593103302203528914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/woahness-finally-monday-is-over-or-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB7RDJjsfvI/AAAAAAAAACA/fwQHHkKH5qc/s72-c/DSC09665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-1916522827648201463</id><published>2008-05-04T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:08:10.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Music Fest</title><content type='html'>My fridays were pretty much normal. I really wanted to go school I REALLLY DID. I wanted to go for add math (and the curse for 7 generations that Wooi Nian put on me if I didn't go to school on friday...holy shit...im cursed) but sadly I had this swollen gum. PITY ME. at first I tot, maybe it's because of the weather and my water intake, so I drank more water. That did not help at all-infact it just caused more bathroom breaks. I went to a normal doctor and he told me to see a dentist. So I went tot see my dentist, Dr. Tan. I dont know why people are afraid of doctors. I really have no problem going to see one. Infact, doctors are friends, not food. (wtf...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I susppected maybe it was because I have a wisdom tooth. I AM full of wisdom. eh. eh. And...IT WAS. The top tooth was biting into my lowerjaw where the wisdom tooth is and hence causing an ULSEERRRR. jeng jeng jeng. so he trimmed my tooth, the end. IM ALLL BETTER NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole dentist episode, I went for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD MUSIC FEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196381359474245154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1BUJjsfiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/M8IpxWH-as0/s320/DSC09687.JPG" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and may I just say it was the BOOMMMBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who went, me, sis, faris, mahesh, nazim, amin and some of my sisters classmates which I'm not sure how to spell their names so...yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were altogether 6 performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our line up was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Dya Singh (Australia/Penang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bafta Tojours (USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Kumpulan Dendang Anak (Terengganu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Mono Blanco (Mexico)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Afenginn (Denmark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Salem Tradition (reunion Islands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dya Singh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196381350884310546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1BTpjsfhI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pMmHfDKr9AM/s320/DSC09706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNNNN, he was good. He had a blend of punjabi music with the bongos and stuff and his two daughters were singing and stuff and he had white guys playing guitars and the dickeridoo? or however u spell it. that looonnnggg thing that makes the eouweeuoweueowueowuweoeuwoe sound. Somehow, it made the hairs on my hand (oops, I just waxed, no hair) Stand (if i had any).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It was supposed to be the Usa group but they were stranded in an airport so ireland swapped places with them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196381359474245170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1BUJjsfjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7o74Wieb1_E/s320/DSC09723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irish music was so leprehaun ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like ...."I'm in ireland, lads"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Kumpulan Dendang Anak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196383846260309666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1Dk5jsfqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9hoviOqRu-E/s320/DSC09748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, when they were getting on stage and the lights were dimmed, they all looked like mini ju-onns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt really see much, everyone was hogging the stage area and I stood up. nothing much was going on. I sat back on the ground and appreciated the music. Lol. In otherwords, being blur. :D It was good, abt puteri gunung ledang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mono Blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196381363769212498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1BUZjsflI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hxORPc141lw/s320/DSC09761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, this was never ending man. It was the same kind of mexican music. I was like-GOD TAKE ME. It was nice, no doubt, but after 20 minutes of listening to the same kind of music(it was for an hour plus mind you). So, I did other activites and shouted randomly "nachos" "burrito" "ayekaramba" "ariba ariba" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196383837670375010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1DkZjsfmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/paWnVfnQP0Y/s320/DSC09792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196384636534292178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1ES5jsftI/AAAAAAAAABw/Kp9U-EZlCxE/s320/DSC09794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196384632239324866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1ESpjsfsI/AAAAAAAAABo/fM2Wc6ao12g/s320/DSC09783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196384627944357554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1ESZjsfrI/AAAAAAAAABg/f5VazXMosgk/s320/DSC09767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Afenginn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196383846260309650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1Dk5jsfpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zt45ayaSWk4/s320/DSC09801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were gooooood! I really enjoyed their peformance! really woke me up!&lt;br /&gt;LOVEEE THEM! and all of them were cute. not hot cute but really CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;They made the music fast than slow fast again and we had to clap along. and this guy on the guitar went fasstt thn slow thn fast! awesomeness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Salem Tradition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196383841965342322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1DkpjsfnI/AAAAAAAAABA/OrszzFU6ubc/s320/DSC09820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, their voices and peformance was the best for the night! as the saying goes, save the best for last. It was brilliant! they were happy, they danced, they singed, they swapped instruments and played, they interacted with the audience a whole lot. reallly freakkinnn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome time there. I really wish I could go for it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196383841965342338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1DkpjsfoI/AAAAAAAAABI/eSAkjcqXM44/s320/DSC09833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next years :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that area where the show was had was sooo amazing. greenery surrounding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth, trees, a big stage with lighting effects and 3 huge-ass speakers but somehow calm at the same time. &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/799431074118937254-1916522827648201463?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1916522827648201463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=1916522827648201463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1916522827648201463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/1916522827648201463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-music-fest.html' title='World Music Fest'/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lppngGuzPVY/SB1BUJjsfiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/M8IpxWH-as0/s72-c/DSC09687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-552187273056547312</id><published>2008-05-01T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:32:28.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY LABOURS DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of begging and practically rolling on the floor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;squirming&lt;/span&gt; for it- I finally now have a laptop. my own. MINE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MINE. no more sharing.&lt;br /&gt;I got the Dell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inspiron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1525 in red.&lt;br /&gt;other than that my life has been pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School had some retarded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tabung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; field trip that day, I COULDN'T go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was absent and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get some permission nonsense. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not like I wanted to anyway&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you really think I'm gonna waste my time at some lame-ass thing. Nah uh.&lt;/span&gt; So i stayed in school. I was the only form 5 in school at that time. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel really different-i was kinda shocked time passed by so quickly in the library. ah, the library. I was there doing my work when the library teacher, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shobhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was there. TEACHER-STUDENT BONDING :P&lt;br /&gt;I must say, she is one cool teacher (no sarcasm) She showed me her blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, shes hot! if u get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the guys came back and we had add math. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I SWEAR MR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SIAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SOUNDS LIKE A WIZARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; we had economics. I kinda felt bad for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shamala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, Alex was practically shouting at her. you could see it in her eyes how much she despised us. I felt bad.&lt;strong&gt; Really bad&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, i cant imagine, teaching a class like mine. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; that in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; gotten into deep shit. I know she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; the best or nicest person around-but sometimes we gotta be the bigger person. Especially when dealing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; older than us. And she was sick. She tried teaching but no one was paying attention. I can predict what's gonna happen for mid term, the class is gonna get their results and blame her for not teaching, when in reality, they weren't listening. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;economics&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I paid attention that day. gosh. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whats happening to me...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; suddenly nice to...TEACHERS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;holy-mother-of-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;-on-toast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my life is pretty normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can go get my brows done tomorrow. I think if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do it soon, by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt; i will have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;UNI BROW&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;exaggeration&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;uni brows&lt;/span&gt; are bad man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;reallly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;they're&lt;/span&gt; like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey whats that on your forehead man?"&lt;br /&gt;"what?"&lt;br /&gt;"THAT"&lt;br /&gt;"oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just my brows"&lt;br /&gt;":"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;jeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*horror music*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-552187273056547312?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/552187273056547312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=552187273056547312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/552187273056547312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/552187273056547312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-5700571656309193524</id><published>2007-11-06T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T03:24:19.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random test post</title><content type='html'>new blog, test test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insignificant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799431074118937254-5700571656309193524?l=simplicityhoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5700571656309193524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799431074118937254&amp;postID=5700571656309193524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5700571656309193524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799431074118937254/posts/default/5700571656309193524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplicityhoney.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-test-post.html' title='Random test post'/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
