<?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-543620281049815794</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:17:06.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FallingIntoTheAbyssOfYourLove</title><subtitle type='html'>Really clueless bout life now.....but dat is nt gonna stop me from writing dis blog! lolz... :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-3405593940383707086</id><published>2012-02-08T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:30:49.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>I miss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Talking to you&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing your smile&lt;br /&gt;-Blushing at every compliment you give me&lt;br /&gt;-Watching you stare at me&lt;br /&gt;-Smiling along with you&lt;br /&gt;-Having lunch on skype together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SKP, for Philippe &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-3405593940383707086?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3405593940383707086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=3405593940383707086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3405593940383707086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3405593940383707086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-2902780325750038956</id><published>2011-10-07T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:45:03.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>フィリップ</title><content type='html'>すみません、私は日本で話す必要がある。私はあなたが理解することはしたくない。私はあなたといる時、私は助けることが笑顔ができない。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私の笑顔はあなたのためである。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha :p &lt;br /&gt;If only you knew, フィリップ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you anyways :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahaha... A certain song comes to mind.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Skp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-2902780325750038956?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2902780325750038956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=2902780325750038956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2902780325750038956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2902780325750038956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='フィリップ'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-7321786940323205871</id><published>2011-08-03T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:53:40.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its best this way..</title><content type='html'>I know crap happens. To you, me, everyone. I know you've been through alot. Prolly more than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get this into that thick skull of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT YOU! I AM NOT AS STRONG AS YOU.! I AM NOT THE TYPE WHO HEALS QUICKLY NOR AM I ABLE TO NOT BE DEPRESSED. STUFF HAPPENS. CRAP HAPPENS. AND I AM AFFECTED BADLY BY ALL THESE! I AM NOT YOU TO PULL MYSELF OUT OF DEPRESSION QUICKLY. I CANT BE STRONG FOR MYSELF. I TRY TOO BUT THE TEARS FALL. THE TEARS WILL ALWAYS FALL AND YOU, I, EVERYONE CAN DO NOTHING BOUT IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all. Oh wait one more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DONT YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME WELL. CAUSE IF YOU DID, YOU WOULD KNOW, I AM NOT THE KIND WHO WOULD LET STUPID STUFF AFFECT MY STUDIES! AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I AM ALREADY STUDYING LAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u.&lt;br /&gt;Bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7321786940323205871?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7321786940323205871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7321786940323205871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7321786940323205871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7321786940323205871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-best-this-way.html' title='Its best this way..'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-3504017408932759581</id><published>2011-07-30T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T00:40:35.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love them :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liinqetAUz1qdwo4to1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 206px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liinqetAUz1qdwo4to1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aww look at them! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lak92niqbU1qa310v.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 151px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lak92niqbU1qa310v.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My loves, &lt;s&gt;Gred and Forge&lt;/s&gt;.. :D &lt;br /&gt;I mean, Fred and George &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-3504017408932759581?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3504017408932759581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=3504017408932759581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3504017408932759581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3504017408932759581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-love-them.html' title='I just love them :)'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-8573942533444782124</id><published>2011-07-07T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T19:32:22.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wondering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3307218864_72c765c7f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3307218864_72c765c7f8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm tired of crying. &lt;br /&gt;But why do these tears still flow.. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-8573942533444782124?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/8573942533444782124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=8573942533444782124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/8573942533444782124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/8573942533444782124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/07/wondering.html' title='wondering.'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3307218864_72c765c7f8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-6993783321778895979</id><published>2011-06-06T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T11:27:53.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for no reason! =.=</title><content type='html'>Why am I overreacting. This is not me. Whats wrong with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-6993783321778895979?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6993783321778895979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6993783321778895979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6993783321778895979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6993783321778895979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-no-reason.html' title='for no reason! =.='/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-4959059019273077771</id><published>2011-06-04T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:39:49.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't be</title><content type='html'>Jeez. I'm taking this too seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEPHANIE! THIS IS JUST A PHASE! DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME WORRYING AND THINKING! YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS GUY! IT IS JUST A PHASE YOU ARE GOING THROUGH! BE STRONG AND MOVE ON FORWARD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I need to breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-4959059019273077771?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4959059019273077771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=4959059019273077771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4959059019273077771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4959059019273077771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-shouldnt-be.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t be'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-5019522563331096174</id><published>2011-05-26T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T18:52:22.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why..?</title><content type='html'>I havent been jealous for a really long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-5019522563331096174?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5019522563331096174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=5019522563331096174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5019522563331096174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5019522563331096174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/05/why.html' title='why..?'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1718986605920790069</id><published>2011-05-25T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:13:41.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hisashiburi</title><content type='html'>Wow this month is hectic. So much is happening. I cant really write it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing maybe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-1718986605920790069?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1718986605920790069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=1718986605920790069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1718986605920790069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1718986605920790069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/05/hisashiburi.html' title='Hisashiburi'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-535365045206000655</id><published>2011-05-05T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:34:41.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a mistake..?</title><content type='html'>Maybe I shouldn't have written that as my essay.. &lt;br /&gt;Brought back memories..&lt;br /&gt;Memories I hate so much..&lt;br /&gt;The reason for my blog URL.. &lt;br /&gt;Aaaah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-535365045206000655?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/535365045206000655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=535365045206000655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/535365045206000655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/535365045206000655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/05/mistake.html' title='a mistake..?'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-5013983395166899049</id><published>2011-04-28T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:21:25.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart cant take it</title><content type='html'>Few days ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the same house.. i sat too close to you for comfort and you smiled at me thinking i was okay..&lt;br /&gt;you sang your heart out.. &lt;br /&gt;Unknown to you, while your heart was out prancing around, mine was inside squirming about, much to my discomfort..&lt;br /&gt;i needed to leave but i couldnt. My promise and part of my heart kept me unmoving..&lt;br /&gt;I just sat there and let your voice swim around me, tickling the very senses of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Playing with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The songs you sing, the words of all of 'em.. affected me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;People around me wouldnt understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their usual words: 'he is useless' , 'he is just a kid' , 'he isnt someone you should be wasting your time on'&lt;br /&gt;But its becausr of that useless kid that wasted my time, that im feeling the way im feeling..&lt;br /&gt;Theres no other way i can explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing him again..&lt;br /&gt;We'll be in the same house.. &lt;br /&gt;Im gonna here him sing again..&lt;br /&gt;And my defence will fall once again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-5013983395166899049?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5013983395166899049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=5013983395166899049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5013983395166899049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5013983395166899049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-heart-cant-take-it.html' title='my heart cant take it'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-4751983504365532356</id><published>2011-04-28T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:43:55.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talk about being full of yourself..&lt;br /&gt;I almost puke..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-4751983504365532356?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4751983504365532356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=4751983504365532356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4751983504365532356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4751983504365532356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/04/talk-about-being-full-of-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-4877160106385108322</id><published>2011-04-14T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:25:18.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a good day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/IMAG0439.jpg?t=1302790964"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 611px; height: 1020px;" src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/IMAG0439.jpg?t=1302790964" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll keep on.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-4877160106385108322?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4877160106385108322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=4877160106385108322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4877160106385108322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4877160106385108322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-good-day.html' title='Its a good day..'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-7357518064803317604</id><published>2011-04-12T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:55:42.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not.</title><content type='html'>Its not that im afraid to drive, its just.. im afraid i might endanger people beside me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7357518064803317604?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7357518064803317604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7357518064803317604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7357518064803317604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7357518064803317604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-not-that-im-afraid-to-drive-its.html' title='its not.'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-523283769821782931</id><published>2011-04-10T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:30:33.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats going on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/164867_195087200507481_139961302686738_776238_6145055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/164867_195087200507481_139961302686738_776238_6145055_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I don't know where I'm going and I have no idea what I'm doing..&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me..? &lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-523283769821782931?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/523283769821782931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=523283769821782931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/523283769821782931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/523283769821782931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-going-on.html' title='whats going on?'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-7396578010000746518</id><published>2011-04-10T11:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:27:03.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't you understand..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3538414354_359f8ec9a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 342px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3538414354_359f8ec9a0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a picture is worth a thousand words, i hope this is enough to express the words my mouth can't speak..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7396578010000746518?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7396578010000746518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7396578010000746518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7396578010000746518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7396578010000746518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/04/cant-you-understand.html' title='can&apos;t you understand..?'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3538414354_359f8ec9a0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1486403063180324443</id><published>2011-04-09T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T20:29:49.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I seeing shadows or was it really you..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-1486403063180324443?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1486403063180324443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=1486403063180324443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1486403063180324443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1486403063180324443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/04/am-i-seeing-shadows-or-was-it-really.html' title=''/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-6335504136347842040</id><published>2011-04-07T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:55:11.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant say that i love my day.</title><content type='html'>At first i was happy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u know that feeling when people starts asking you for help on a particular subject and the feeling when you kbow the answer for that question..?&lt;br /&gt;I had that feeling.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously loving chemistry.. Its just sooo Interesting! I need to learn more...! And today, for the first time.. i did not realise that we exceed time allocated for chem classes.. coz tcher mahani was in a roll.. and everyone was listening well.. even Teacher was happy.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anf then I was not anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the feeling of getting something of a bad news that you know will bring you a huge downfall oneday and you dont know what to do at all..?&lt;br /&gt;I had that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a warning letter from school today.. i have never gotten one before in the 4 years i had veen in this school.. im seriously gonna go crazy soon enough..  i dont wanna get kick out of school.. but yet, i have no idea wht am i suppose to do.. who am i suppose to ask? Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,&lt;br /&gt;SKP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-6335504136347842040?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6335504136347842040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6335504136347842040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6335504136347842040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6335504136347842040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cant-say-that-i-love-my-day.html' title='i cant say that i love my day.'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-5746517982479248072</id><published>2011-04-03T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:48:48.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/212/b/1/Jar_of_Hearts_by_me6o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 539px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/212/b/1/Jar_of_Hearts_by_me6o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had a jar of hearts.. would i be less lonely.. or even more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-5746517982479248072?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5746517982479248072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=5746517982479248072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5746517982479248072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5746517982479248072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-i-had-jar-of-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-7690415602063019092</id><published>2011-04-02T09:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T09:05:06.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_love_chemistry_poster-p228603969998355958t5wm_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_love_chemistry_poster-p228603969998355958t5wm_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;The more I study it, the more I'm loving it!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7690415602063019092?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7690415602063019092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7690415602063019092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7690415602063019092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7690415602063019092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-4738054662310938774</id><published>2011-04-01T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:47:50.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4535626138_faaf1cb6e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4535626138_faaf1cb6e0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; What am I afraid off?&lt;br /&gt;Singing?&lt;br /&gt;The Stage?&lt;br /&gt;or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The criticism&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-4738054662310938774?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4738054662310938774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=4738054662310938774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4738054662310938774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4738054662310938774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-am-i-afraid-off-singing-stage-or.html' title='Running.'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4535626138_faaf1cb6e0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-856757689806360400</id><published>2011-03-31T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:02:34.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5003/5307704298_6266c2d4f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5003/5307704298_6266c2d4f7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know this is where I stand,&lt;br /&gt;Can you see its where I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you can understand,&lt;br /&gt;I can only be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge a book just by how it looks,&lt;br /&gt;You can't change who I am at all,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be who you want me to be,&lt;br /&gt;I am.. I am.. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna listen to you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna live up to your expectations,&lt;br /&gt;This flaws, this scars and tears are mine,&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you haven't notice,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy when I'm Me.&lt;br /&gt;-Original Lyrics by Stephanie Pitchay-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-856757689806360400?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/856757689806360400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=856757689806360400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/856757689806360400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/856757689806360400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-you-know-this-is-where-i-stand-can.html' title=''/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5003/5307704298_6266c2d4f7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-2573529172844836383</id><published>2011-03-29T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:52:07.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant help but act differently than how I really feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seefurtherthaniam.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/blackandwhitegirlmask%E9%9D%A2%E5%85%B7bwwoman-61469987dabe20e84fc0d2b47ae59bf2_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.seefurtherthaniam.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/blackandwhitegirlmask%E9%9D%A2%E5%85%B7bwwoman-61469987dabe20e84fc0d2b47ae59bf2_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Am I hiding behind a mask? &lt;br /&gt;Is my mask hiding everything about me? &lt;br /&gt;Is my mask transparent or solid? &lt;br /&gt;Do people know how I feel? &lt;br /&gt;Do people see my pain? &lt;br /&gt;Do they see my sadness?&lt;br /&gt;Do they understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must they understand?&lt;br /&gt;Must I remove my mask?&lt;br /&gt;Must I show myself to people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I take my mask off?&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell people how I really feel?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it hurt them?&lt;br /&gt;Would it hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;Would I be better off?&lt;br /&gt;Would it help me in anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Would I feel better or worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D': &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-2573529172844836383?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2573529172844836383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=2573529172844836383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2573529172844836383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2573529172844836383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-help-but-act-differently-than.html' title='I cant help but act differently than how I really feel.'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-2903306478913455228</id><published>2011-03-29T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:45:46.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pomomusings.com/wp-content/uploads/2005/03/Searching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://pomomusings.com/wp-content/uploads/2005/03/Searching.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing..? I have no idea what I'm doing anymore. I ask myself over and over again. "How do I feel?" but I don't have an answer for this. I'm confused. I'm frustrated. I'm everything I should not be. Why am I doing this to myself? &lt;br /&gt;Its like I'm killing myself inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to feel.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-2903306478913455228?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2903306478913455228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=2903306478913455228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2903306478913455228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2903306478913455228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-3177096043152230446</id><published>2011-03-29T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:30:18.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abuse, I tell you!</title><content type='html'>I &lt;3 you chagi.. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-3177096043152230446?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3177096043152230446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=3177096043152230446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3177096043152230446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3177096043152230446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/03/abuse-i-tell-you.html' title='Abuse, I tell you!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1195794077199448728</id><published>2011-03-10T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:28:32.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think..</title><content type='html'>Went up on stage today. Weird of me, i know. Sarah and I was to conduct the vocab day and so we did. The worst thing was he kept on looking at me and smiling like an idiot. Why is he like this..? Oh c'mon get a clue!! I wanna get over you!! Erghh...&lt;br /&gt;So, i just ignored and i can't believe my luck..! Of all days, my pronounciation had to fail on me..=.= INCONSPICIOUS, i ahate that word..!&lt;br /&gt;So i thought..nvm, ignore him! But our path either keep on crossing or he just loveee to appear wherever i am.. im getting irritated everytime i see him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on singing 'before he cheats' by carrie underwood.. i think im losing my voice at the same time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-1195794077199448728?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1195794077199448728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=1195794077199448728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1195794077199448728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1195794077199448728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think.html' title='i think..'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-5524194600117186474</id><published>2011-03-07T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:30:57.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything changes from now.</title><content type='html'>21st May PlanA came early this year. It isn't something im proud of nor am I happy bout it. Its rather heartbreaking actually. The main thing that makes me angry and sad is the fact that he told me he loves me. He said it.. he said.. "I love you.." thats what he told me but what is this..? 'He likes this other girl, he told me himself..', someone told me.. ' he's dancing with this girl for the competition, you know it was rumoured that he liked her right' someone said.. 'eh, he's dancing for the competition, you didnt know..?' Someone asked me. YES I DID NOT. YES THE RUMOUR WAS AROUND. AND YES I KNOW I AM SO STUPID FOR EVEN LIKING HIM. Why is things like this..? Everything is giving me a headache. And did you know being heartbroken can lead to heart failure. I'm heartbroken by all this and its not like those people who just say they're heartbroken without even knowing how it really feels. I knoe. Ive been through it. This is the second time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken= heart aches badly you can feel the unbearable pain, you even feel like dying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling , ive felt it. Uneasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it turned me into. Right now, i feel so stupid. Believing him like that. Thinking that i really did like him.. *sigh* . I guess nothing lasts right..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-5524194600117186474?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5524194600117186474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=5524194600117186474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5524194600117186474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5524194600117186474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/03/everything-changes-from-now.html' title='everything changes from now.'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-2383306729633501284</id><published>2011-01-18T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:33:01.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it up</title><content type='html'>Mr. Z keeps on looking at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why doesnt he have the guts to talk to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though just the thought of him staring at me like that, without me knowing&lt;br /&gt;It warms my heart and makes me happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe.. MAYBE.. I wont go on with "21st May PlanA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SKP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-2383306729633501284?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2383306729633501284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=2383306729633501284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2383306729633501284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2383306729633501284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/01/keep-it-up.html' title='Keep it up'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-7560830202949142952</id><published>2011-01-10T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:01:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't let me go...</title><content type='html'>School start like about a week ago :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life feels so empty, its just so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New people in my life,  everything gone.&lt;br /&gt;Like starting a new life.&lt;br /&gt;Eoteokhae?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. I have to put up with his face. &lt;br /&gt;The he who I'm not sure of anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zexen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7560830202949142952?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7560830202949142952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7560830202949142952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7560830202949142952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7560830202949142952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-let-me-go.html' title='don&apos;t let me go...'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-6520730847863980846</id><published>2010-12-10T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:33:55.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>I dreamt about a guy who i don't think i have met. In my head, i wanted it to be Jaswir, but yet i knew it just wasn't him. He looked like Daryl B. but it still didn't click.. who is he? i just need to know.. his name isn't coming into my head either. Its just so weird. I wonder who he is. The feeling I get when I look at him in my dream. It felt so real. The dream felt so real. But I woke up in my room. Something inside me wanted it to be real even though i got in trouble physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I want it to be real. I want to meet that guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who made my heart race. &lt;br /&gt;The guy who made my heart beat harder than it ever did.&lt;br /&gt;The guy who made me wake up with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;The guy who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is just an illusion in my mind. Maybe I need to wake up from this dream. Sometimes, i just have to face reality. Nothing like this would ever come true to me. Its just a fairytale. I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-6520730847863980846?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6520730847863980846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6520730847863980846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6520730847863980846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6520730847863980846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-3672266595163332109</id><published>2010-11-19T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:41:52.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gahhh... what am I doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I HAVENT BEEN POSTING! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. Ive been busy..&lt;br /&gt;no..  I'm not lying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is still Stephanie..&lt;br /&gt;I have been confirmed : Kaelyn :)&lt;br /&gt;I am still 16&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with mathematics..&lt;br /&gt;its been 9 months since my crush on him..&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened between us..&lt;br /&gt;he treats me better than English does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK MATHEMATICS AND ALL MY OTHER F5 friends.. :D &lt;br /&gt;I'm PRAYING FOR YOUR SUCCESS! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/colorful%20background" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Backgrounds/colorful1.jpg" border="0" alt="Colorful Background Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths is like the colours to my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I cant go on with life if I dont see him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eomma! eotteokhae????!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS ARE DUMB!&lt;br /&gt;they are FAKE!&lt;br /&gt;they are with you only when they need you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least thats how i feel about the people around me.. [excluding Annie, Hanies and sura]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They try to avoid you ..&lt;br /&gt;They try so hard not to talk to you..&lt;br /&gt;They pretend they're busy..&lt;br /&gt;They ignore you..&lt;br /&gt;They dont listen to you..&lt;br /&gt;they dont laugh at your jokes..&lt;br /&gt;They look at each other with glances that you just know has to do with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAH! FUCK IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHEMATICS... Not seeing you makes me stress... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.. how you're doing?&lt;br /&gt;are you thinking of me?&lt;br /&gt;i wish you are...&lt;br /&gt;11.11 pm, my mind was filled with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you standing at the end of the road..? waiting for me..? could you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;SKP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-3672266595163332109?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3672266595163332109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=3672266595163332109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3672266595163332109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3672266595163332109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/11/gahhh-what-am-i-doing.html' title='gahhh... what am I doing?'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Backgrounds/th_colorful1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-4794619959403532791</id><published>2010-05-27T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:27:01.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathematics</title><content type='html'>I owe you guys a post. And this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics. I'm not talking about the subject but a person. My code name for people can never get weirder than that :D. Anyways, Maths is a guy. He's form5 this year which is older than me by a year. He's malay. Unfourtunately, i liked him. Fortunately, im over it. I started liking him since January of 2010. Don't ask me why cause I seriously dont wanna answer that. So, i like him for, what..? 3 months.. or so.. and then i found out he likes someone else, and rumours told me that they're together. So, i was thinking of a graceful shutting up on this matter. But, a big mouth seemes to have told him of my feelings. As usual, i ignored everything and now, im over him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. Coz im over him, I kinda dont feel right talking or writing bout him.. So, its a whatever thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shutting up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_sP_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-4794619959403532791?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4794619959403532791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=4794619959403532791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4794619959403532791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4794619959403532791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/05/mathematics.html' title='Mathematics'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-974652717086825464</id><published>2010-05-22T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:07:19.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen!</title><content type='html'>Im like finally 16..! Woots... :D A new age. A new everything :D. Time for changes in my life.. aahahahahha! sounds so corny.. Whateves!! xD Would like to say thank you to those who wished me... :D starting from the first one...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Auntie Angie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shoba Augustin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shira Azmi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Li Pei Chi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kumaran Rajendran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reshveni Nathan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anne Lee (Thanks for RANDOM KOREAN[and annoying me]&amp; the Lovely Purse thingy... xD)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michelle Natasha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Virve Kuituniemi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mayzween&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saddam Qhazami&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarah Chong ( Thanks for the necklace and jar of advice! :D)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jayne Li&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jayne's friend Wani whos full name slip my mind..=D BELACAN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tiviyah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saris Nadia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surabhitha Nair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace Anne Mak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nazira Jamil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nazira Jamil's Cliques&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mayoora Thilakan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Syahir Khadri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hanis Sofea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Krishna Kumar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Valerie Jane&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cik Muna Nabila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leong Wei Cheng&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ghaffur Zahari&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;JJ @ Hitz.fm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stanis Rozario&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Auntie Bridget&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yoga Viknies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ashley &amp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;Zexen&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;(:D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mark *Agnello&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ruby Foo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ginger Yap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy Chan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rusydi 愚か&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle Chan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alston Pereira (THANKS ALS!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goh Zhi Kun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul Hidayah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tan Lin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tan Wen Yan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nisha Krishnan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Auntie Nina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Azim Rosli&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roselyn Anne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Puah Jia Yi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Farhana Fauzilan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nur Haziqah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tan Sze Min&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sherelyn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arvin Thevan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kuang Say Ggi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goh Diwen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Felix Andrew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ephraem Chai &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So Rui Yin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cyril Ben&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lynn Li&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yasmine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grace Tan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bhagya Lakshmi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qixin Chua (he wished me...lol)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Louisa Helen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lynette Maria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harini Arul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jackie Purcell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shafiq Sulong (super weirded out)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jessica Lee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uncle John Yong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Micki Allison&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Auntie Fidelis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tan Ying Wen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noor Shazlin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melvin Shawn D'Silva (Suprising)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathelie Yong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Divya Maidhley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tan Yin Lei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ashwin&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lithia Santa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yolander Lopez&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marcus Gabriel (epic fail as a cuzzie but i dont mind xD)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goh Qing Sheng&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ezazul Firdaus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vishalny David&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alvin John Michael&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Auntie Anna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian Singh (Thanks for the call too! =D)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tan Ying Sin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eric Johnston&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chua Pei Shi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lew Kawai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uncle Raymond (True.. better Late than Never)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=20&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;H&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;N&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Y&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;U&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-974652717086825464?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/974652717086825464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=974652717086825464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/974652717086825464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/974652717086825464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/05/sixteen.html' title='Sixteen!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-8570575897711701053</id><published>2010-05-20T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:10:47.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye 15..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Now its the last hours of me being 15 years old. &lt;br /&gt;Wow, time passes quickly. &lt;br /&gt;There goes the days where I worried of PMR. &lt;br /&gt;There goes the days where mood swings were frequent. &lt;br /&gt;There goes the days where I didnt make epic fails in my grammar. &lt;br /&gt;There goes the sweet memory of being 15. &lt;br /&gt;There goes the problems I faced when I was 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-8570575897711701053?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/8570575897711701053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=8570575897711701053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/8570575897711701053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/8570575897711701053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/05/bye-15.html' title='Bye 15..'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-6617371187560368935</id><published>2010-04-06T17:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:49:39.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike one, strike two, strike three... we're out !</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=28&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS HOUSE BELIEVES THAT IT IS BETTER FOR MOTHERS TO STAY AT HOME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the topic that we prepared for the debate today. &lt;br /&gt;Our debate against SMK Pasir Gudang.&lt;br /&gt;All four of us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;LWC.&lt;br /&gt;JIHA.&lt;br /&gt;GRACE.&lt;br /&gt;...... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gathered together in the teachers' lounge. Teachers' who knew of our comp wished us &lt;i&gt;"luck"&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;"all the best"&lt;/i&gt;. So kind :D . After getting ready, we went down for lunch where teacher nonny treated us. No appetite to eat actually but teacher insisted we eat something. So, we did. Drinks: &lt;u&gt;ICE MILO&lt;/u&gt;. :D YUMMY!.. hehe. When we were done, we left school for the opposition school. I napped in the car for a while. Grace and WC like totally slept. xD. Jihah couldn't. Worried, i guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached. We walked along the 'laluan' when this guy who was looking at me *prasan*, suddenly asked me which school are we from, so i answered him, SMKtamandaya, here for the debate competition. BLAH BLAH BLAH. Then, he told us to follow him to the hall. And we did. I was like : OMG! . The school is like so freaking BIG!. You can practically GET LOST there! hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways. Coin throw and we got affirmative and we were leaded towards the quarantine room. :D. So, we sat there and gathered thoughts, gave each other moral support and laughed like madds.xD. Then, it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;According to my 'buku catatan': diary&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiha is nervous! obviously.. lol.. Hence, she's speaking too fast. this is so unfair coz its on their homeground. She got POI-ed! so fast! but, BOO YAH! Jihah answered the girl's useless POI like dat! *snap snap* wooots! She didnt reach the 7th bell but, its alright, its ok.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st negative: Me no likey him. He looks gay. Sissy-fied. AHHAH! not to mention, he is such a suck up, rude-guy, and has a GIRLY voice.. =.=" . He was talking and I was like: WHAT has THAT gotta do with MOTHERS?! ... OMGG! -I'm annoyed!- Grace wasnt' happy that the 7th minute had passed -.- i'm annoyed too! im not gonna blame but, it was clearly whos fault it was. and ... STOP REPEATING!! =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace turn now.. :D she ok lorh.. BUT! she entertained too many POIs... =.= .. then 2nd negative pulak, ANNOYING-ly prasan!! =.= broken english, cannot pronounce properly, so disgusting le.. =.= "is is &lt;b&gt;BADDER&lt;/b&gt; for mothers to stay at home" .*PUKE* .. i think he means... &lt;u&gt;BETTER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how much I hate them!.. they got a lot of statistics, and pusing belit everything to make us seem wrong! =.= .. If we lose, im not surprised. if we win, tq. &lt;br /&gt;STOP CLAPPING FOR GOODNESS SAKE! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL, to me, Our school has much better DISCIPLINE than SMK PASIR GUDANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;As you may guessed, we lost this time.&lt;br /&gt;So, BACK TO CLASS!&lt;br /&gt;yessss!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_sP_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-6617371187560368935?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6617371187560368935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6617371187560368935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6617371187560368935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6617371187560368935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/04/strike-one-strike-two-strike-three-were.html' title='Strike one, strike two, strike three... we&apos;re out !'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-7531370642581662082</id><published>2010-04-05T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:58:44.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Day Whole Pain Oh my poor Head!</title><content type='html'>Today our whole day was spent in the bilik guru.. =D why, you may ask.. Coz tomorrow is our debate comp in SMK pasir gudang.. LOL!! &lt;3333 So bored la.. nothing to do inside there.. =.= im not comfortable with this .. so i just sit down there and helped them out as much as i could la.. xD .. I tried finding Maths.. but, its just so difficult to see him... :( .. wondering whos maths? I'll dedicate a post for him telling you bout HIM :D .. Oh, and did you noe, someone is annoying me.. Everytime, pass by , he'll be like "Stephanie" or like "oi" and his friends are like "Stephanie, ***** suke u.." .. And in my head it would be like "Omg.. SHUT THE F*** Up lAA.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhahahhahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whis us luck for 2moro!! &lt;333..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7531370642581662082?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7531370642581662082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7531370642581662082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7531370642581662082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7531370642581662082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/04/whole-day-whole-pain-oh-my-poor-head.html' title='Whole Day Whole Pain Oh my poor Head!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-2418831217491388665</id><published>2010-04-04T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:54:15.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You stinking whack Job! =D</title><content type='html'>It was a lovely and calm sunday.&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAD TO GO TO SCHOOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had to go coz there were getting ready for Debate. They included Grace, Jiha, Wei Cheng and me as the stinking reserve. hehe! So, I went around the time stated above, against my free will! My free will, I tell you! xD joking! Then, they were already there.. I made up with Jiha coz the prev day or so, we fought. lol.. stupid la. 2indianteacherproblemirathernottalkaboutcozscaredtheyfindout. XD! Then, we discussed and wrote our points and such. Then, when waiting to go home, we took whacky pictures.. ahahahahah! its all over facebook.. Go see ! Go see! In my photos.. Wish us gd luck... xD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-2418831217491388665?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2418831217491388665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=2418831217491388665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2418831217491388665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2418831217491388665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-stinking-whack-job-d.html' title='You stinking whack Job! =D'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-5759695877762120688</id><published>2010-04-03T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:56:53.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D Leadership Course :D</title><content type='html'>We had a leadership course at Sunway College for all the Class monitor and Asst. monitor, Chairperson, Vice Chairperson and secretary of unit beruniform, clubs and associations. :D. I'm V.Chair of ELS so, I had to go.. xD .. So, early morning woke up and was msg-ing Mayo.. Apparently he was like : "Why are you up so early?" .. LOL.. Then, at 7:15, went to his house, car-pooling to skul.. :D We were the 2nd trip to Sunway.. First trip was the Monitor and asst. And the upper 6.. I was pretty much alone.. LOL.. I was first out of the bus and went in straight like I own the place.. xD.. Ms. Jessica was there... Nicky's aunty.. She dont recognize me...HAHAH! I'm so unrecognizable.. :D Then we were brought to the MPH [multi-purpose hall] by Mr.EdwardCullenLookALike xD hahahhaha... But, yet again he seem REALLY familiar.. I just can't put my finger on it.. So, when we reach MPH we went in and sat down on the floor. Then, this guy ROGER or whatever passed around bags.. Inside was a booklet(?) and enquiry form.. :D xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Ms Jessica took the mic and was greeting us and all the blah blah blah.. and told us to fill up the forms.. LOL.. done ady! &lt;3.. Then she asked us to put ALL our stuff away and we did.. Then she separated us into 13 groups boys girls MIX..  :D And we had to find our group as soon as we can.. :)I was with Shira :D!! yay! Then we had to create a group cheer, name and such.. ours was "independent" wich was pretty much BORING! xD Then we had a few activities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, when we sat back down after preparing our ra-ra.. I saw a familiar face infront of the laptop... it was Vijay! I was like stare.. hahhaha.. but he din notice me yet.. xD// .. then, it was our turn to go up la.. And i was like have to pass by him.. So, wehn i did, i looked at him and he look back =D he was like "omg, what is she doing here/" xD and i just smile back.. :) i think we did a slight nod wave.. not sure.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayoora reminded me who mr. edwardcullenlookalike looks like... GABE BONDOC!! xD... they got the same features. :) ahhahahaha! but it isnt him.. xD LOL.. anyways, overall.. it was alright.. I kinda enjoyed myself but it was tiring :D .. &lt;br /&gt;Lazy to write&lt;br /&gt;What happened&lt;br /&gt;Think for yourself la&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_sP_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-5759695877762120688?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5759695877762120688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=5759695877762120688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5759695877762120688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5759695877762120688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/04/d-leadership-course-d.html' title=':D Leadership Course :D'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-773432625150755987</id><published>2010-04-03T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:47:07.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNG MIN OPPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/?action=view&amp;current=6d8a964131170e99f5d50a742d7adec7123.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/6d8a964131170e99f5d50a742d7adec7123.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAENGIL CHUKHA HAMNIDA 생일축하합니다 PARK JUNG MIN !!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Park Jung Min&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is 23 years old today..(3/4/87) :D&lt;br /&gt;He is from Seoul, South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;One of the singers of the famous K-pop boyband SS501&lt;br /&gt;He is one sexy hottie :D&lt;br /&gt;His voice is deep and ... :D&lt;br /&gt;SEXXY!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/?action=view&amp;current=jung-min-362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/jung-min-362.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwww... his smile... :D!!&lt;br /&gt;I got one more picture to share... &lt;br /&gt;He looks so cute in this one.. to me though...&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/?action=view&amp;current=Park_Jung_Min_10122009202310.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Park_Jung_Min_10122009202310.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D well, thats all for now... xD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAENGIL CHUKHA HAMNIDA JUNG MIN OPPA :)! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_sP_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-773432625150755987?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/773432625150755987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=773432625150755987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/773432625150755987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/773432625150755987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/04/jung-min-oppa.html' title='JUNG MIN OPPA'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-3946193773773280614</id><published>2010-04-01T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:54:29.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hin lee</title><content type='html'>So, I was walking into the shop on tuesday I THINK.. Then, mom was like shouting from the back asking the lady whether the disc had arrived yet. Then, they were talking and I was taking my sweet time to walk slowly behind.. And When I came into view of him, I saw him looking back at me. LOL. When he saw me, he look back in front. I wonder what he was thinking about. A few times, I caught him looking back at me. :D. So cuteeeee. BUT. So olddddd. I think mid twenties. LOL. whatever, not like I would ever date him right. xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_sP_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: YAYAYYAYAY!! HE WAS LOOKING!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-3946193773773280614?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3946193773773280614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=3946193773773280614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3946193773773280614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3946193773773280614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/hin-lee.html' title='hin lee'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-5880695435678078319</id><published>2010-04-01T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:29:52.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend [happy birthday]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/?action=view&amp;current=syahiro.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/syahiro.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my awesome bestest best guy friend in the whole galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;His name is Syahir Khadri.&lt;br /&gt;I call him Syahiro.&lt;br /&gt;We have been friends for 7 years straight.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember fighting even once with him.&lt;br /&gt;Today is his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not April Fooling you.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say I love him.&lt;br /&gt;As a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to add:&lt;br /&gt;Without him, I wouldnt have been this happy.&lt;br /&gt;Without him, I would stay in solitude.&lt;br /&gt;Without him, I would have been alone alot.&lt;br /&gt;Without him, I wouldnt have a best guy friend.&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Birthday Syahiro.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being born.&lt;br /&gt;:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_sP_&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-5880695435678078319?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5880695435678078319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=5880695435678078319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5880695435678078319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5880695435678078319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-friend-happy-birthday.html' title='My friend [happy birthday]'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-5934050548482484149</id><published>2010-03-30T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:10:10.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victorious...!</title><content type='html'>Today was our debate competition... :D .. arent you excited?! xD Well, I wasnt. I was super nervous. Tummy was aching from last night. So, when I woke up today, the first thing i did was a SUM41 marathon. Going through all their songs in my phone. It somehow calms my nerves, coz I wasnt thinking of the debate at all. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to skul like normal la. After class, straight had discussion/practice at the library.. :D. Missed class as usual... -.- bUT lol.. whatever la...! xD.. And we were like mad there... Stummie Ache..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time... And I noticed that mout austin had arrived... XD! I saw Mark. I laughed.. xD.. Dont ask me y.. Coz IDK.. SKIPPING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Draw Lots.. Mark drew the first lot.. And he got NEGATIVE which means we're AFFIRMATIVE!! :D!! yay yay! ... im excited got affirmative.. But Grace wanted Negative. W/e la! Then we entered the quarantine room.:D.. We took the one with the stage.. they took the other.. xD While we were in the QR, I was doing my evil thing.. I was peeping.. :) I know I know its wrong but I'm only human.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st speaker, Syafiq or shafiq or WHATEVER was looking blur.. hahaha! he was like staring aimlessly away, occasionally looking up at the reserve and at Mark.. hahah! I caught him YAWNING a few times and laughed hard at it..! I would roll on the floor and Laugh but it would have attract too much attention.. LOL! I mean... ROFL! xD.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd speaker was Mark Lee WR of course.. xD.. Well, what can I say of my observation of him.. Um, he was .. well, relaxed.. xD! He wasnt fretting, looking blur or panicky.. Could it be his poker face? or is he too confident? who knows? xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd speaker hehmaa.. LOl.. she was like Grace .. checking and writing and adding onto her palm cards.. :D lol, i'll repeat myself.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reserved Jaqueline or w/e was lying down.. :D! i was following her and doing the same.. xD.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped out with Najihah oso OK! .. LOL... Anyways,when 1hour was gone, we were to make our way to the hall.. I was worrying for them u noe.. xD.. nothing bttr to do with my life ya know.. xD then, as Grace and jiha entered, saw this guy la.. I thought he was cute, then when i realised he reminded me of &lt;b&gt;DLF&lt;/b&gt;, i lost my interest.. weird-how much i can hate one being... hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I took my seat behind Shira and her friends.. Tchr Sariyah sat beside me.. When, everyone had entered and the judges were ready, the debate started.. Nicole was the Chairperson again and Ghaffs was the Mr. Time Keeper.. LOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not write what exactly happened, and what my thought was.. LOL.. too sensetive... xD!! All was written down in my 'buku catatan' :D .. ANyways... when, the whole thing was done, the judges wen off to the Dewan to debate each other on who should win.. xD .. and we started sociallizing lorh.. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to Hehmaa and I was like : you're Laliitha's sister rite?&lt;br /&gt;And she : Ya! how do you know?!&lt;br /&gt;Then, told her story... xD Then, we just chated la for a bit. The Daryl looking guy was occasionally looking,... ISH! stupid daryl looking guy! xD Ahmad Faiz his name... :D hahahaahahahah! Im such a stalker arent I? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when the judges came back.. :D they gave their comments and announced out that the winner is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=36&gt;&lt;b&gt;AFFIRMATIVE :D = US!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh! Grace won best speaker! Mark was like black... xD if you GAD what i mean.. xD!! :D was a happie day then.. really HAPPIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! I'm super LAZY to write .. GDBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_sP_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-5934050548482484149?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5934050548482484149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=5934050548482484149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5934050548482484149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5934050548482484149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/victorious.html' title='Victorious...!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-8182855384895295192</id><published>2010-03-27T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:28:45.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem i wrote long time ago..</title><content type='html'>I still love you, even if i dont seem to,&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you, everytime i do wud i do,&lt;br /&gt;I stiil want you, you're all ive been waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;I still need you, more than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-an original-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_sP_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-8182855384895295192?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/8182855384895295192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=8182855384895295192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/8182855384895295192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/8182855384895295192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/poem-i-wrote-long-time-ago.html' title='Poem i wrote long time ago..'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1381762238856326930</id><published>2010-03-21T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:23:40.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why "wasbetrayed" ...?</title><content type='html'>Theres already a number of people who asked me : "Why is your URL, &lt;b&gt;wasbetrayed&lt;/b&gt;..?".. And at first, I had no intention in answering them. I didnt feel like its appropriate for me to tell them. The one who caused this wouldnt like it. Then, I thought back and realised, &lt;i&gt;"Why do I care what she thinks?"&lt;/i&gt;. So, here I am to tell you who are reading, why my URL is my URL. :). If you dont care to know my story, you can bring your arrow to the big red button with an "X" at the top far right or you could press backspace. Whatever suits you best. To those who are staying to read, I have nothing to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my story is gonna be mostly censored due to stuff, i rather not mention, I hope you guys can understand my situation. This story happened in the early months of 2009. I shall start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a girl named Stephanie(me). She was slightly extroverted in church and had lots of super close friends who secrets she shared with. She told them, especially her best buddie since kids(we shall call her, "empty"), most of her secrets and trusted her a lot. This girl, Empty, has a boyfriend(call him "uragirimono" ) . Stephanie trusted him too. He was close with her, helped her when she had problems with her ex-bf, talked to her, and asked advice too. Stephanie didnt think this problem would happen at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, She told her DLS ((Dark[dirty] Little Secret)) to uragirimono thinking she could trust him with him. She gave him strict orders to NOT MENTION IT TO ANYONE. And he gave his word. He promised he wouldnt tell a soul. Steph breathed a sigh of relief, again trusting and believing him. However, a few weeks or days after that, she received a message from Empty. First, it was a normal conversation. But then, she asked her about it. SHe was like, " Dont get angry with Uragirimono but he told me that ____________ ". And at first Steph was kinda angry but got over it quickly. She thought that Empty should know about it, " She is my best friend " .. Steph told her to not mention this to anyone either. This time, she really hoped that it wouldnt be broken and she sighed a digh of relief that her secret could be kept quiet. Boy, was she wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentines day, Steph was in school and couldnt attend church. But she went in the evening, after school for the valentines party. When she arrived, she saw her group of friends talking to each other like a discussion of some sort. Empty, Damatteiru and maknae was there. Then when she got out of the car, Damatteiru was about to go home. She came over to Steph and told her she would murder her when she sees her in school. Steph was confused and curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-first person-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day. Damatteiru told me about the "murder thing". She mentioned my secret. I froze. My first question: "Who told you" . In my head, I was trying to work things out. I couldnt believe my own conclusion. I knew that Uragirimono wouldnt tell anyone else. And Empty was super close with Damatteiru. I didnt wanna believe it. I didnt want to. I broke down. I just couldnt believe it. I couldnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up from my sitting place and went to find Damatteiru. I told her: "You go tell the person who told you my secret that because of &lt;b&gt;HER&lt;/b&gt; [yes i said HER], I wouldnt trust anyone else in my life" . Then I walked off. In a daze. My eyes hurt. My head hurt. My heart hurt. I wanted solitude there and then. I wanted to be away from everyone. I want to be like that. I do not wanna trust anyone that easily anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards, trusting was difficult for me. I didnt mix around like I usually do. I walked alone most of my time in that church. Occasionally putting on a fake smile for those involved. A facade. Im a hypocrite. I didnt like it as much as anyone but that was the only way. The only way to stop people from asking me " Whats wrong? " .. I dont wanna answer them. I just wanted to be left alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_sP_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-1381762238856326930?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1381762238856326930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=1381762238856326930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1381762238856326930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1381762238856326930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-wasbetrayed.html' title='why &quot;wasbetrayed&quot; ...?'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-4806000209027054969</id><published>2010-03-19T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:00:57.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooray hoorah</title><content type='html'>19 March 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding with sarah early morn. Fine, not early at all, but early enough. Tiring but kinda refreshing in a way. Sweat -.- LOL. I ransacked her phone, as promise. And managed to get out 5 songs :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Havent met you yet -Michael Buble (its catchy.. xD)&lt;br /&gt;2. Alice -Avril Lavigne (from Alice in Wonderland. its alrite)&lt;br /&gt;3. So scik -Ne-yo (I got so sic of this song last time, but decided to take it bck)&lt;br /&gt;4. Come in with the rain -Taylor Swift (OK)&lt;br /&gt;5. Today was a fairytaile -Taylor Swift (its ok la.. i still hvent got used to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, b4 that.. Prev day, Mayoora came over and we had a jam session with his new guitar and mine... :)justin bieber, baby was usual xD. Nice song though. He bluetooth a song to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't hate you anymore -Nick Lachey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds kinda familiar, like Ive listened it from a movie or something. Its nice! like it. Gotta say both songs ive heard from him are awesome. Still have not gotten tired of both of 'em yet. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, talking about yesterday.. hahah! went to Jusco for FUN! Nothing better to do with my stinking life. So, we went there to u noe, walk around. Went to eat in Vivo. :) Then, perfect timing. Onii go wash hands. Mom went to talk to the waitress. Mika merajuk. Saw YGT walked passed with a girl. He was wearin black. LOl.. I ducked my head and covered my face with my hair. Long hair are good for spying hehe.. xD. How do I feel about it? Um, I cant say i'm happie. nOr can I say Im jealous. In the first place, did i even like him? Cant say I do. Nandemonai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to present time. Which is Yesterdays tomorrow. :) So,i downloaded a few songs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. For your entertainment -Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;8. Whataya want from me -Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;9. Heaven can wait -We the Kings&lt;br /&gt;10. Life after you -Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit. ADAM LAMBERT IS AN AWESOME HUMAN BEING! I love his songs! Kris Allen may have a nice voice and does nice covers but he just can't beat Adam's awesomeness in song genre choices and tune choice.. :)Im switching from team Allen to team Lambert. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today nothing much happened la. :) Fine, something happened but not very important la. When go pick up onii from college, Saw him talking to Darwinie and guess who? :) Greek :) he looked so cute with his long hair and everything.. :) I waved at him and Darwinie, mostly him la. LOL.. Im not sure if he saw me waved back.. xD w/e...waving at him.. looking at him took almost all confidence ..xD.. w/e :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM CONTENTED TODAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_sP_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-4806000209027054969?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4806000209027054969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=4806000209027054969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4806000209027054969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4806000209027054969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/riding-with-sarah-early-morn.html' title='hooray hoorah'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1757870163965585065</id><published>2010-03-18T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:55:49.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I hate having moodswings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt everyone who tries to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-1757870163965585065?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1757870163965585065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=1757870163965585065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1757870163965585065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1757870163965585065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-730617408314156500</id><published>2010-03-17T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:15:07.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the warmth :)</title><content type='html'>She was a stranger, a friend of my brother. She's very close to my brother and cares for him. Soon, we became closer. And we were friends, sisters. We talked and talked, getting to know each other. Then, there was that time I felt low. I didnt feel fine at all. And she knew straight away. She asked me "are you ok?". And told me that she's there for me if I wanted to talk. So, I shared with her and she gave me advice. :) I felt warm. She always finds ways to make me smile. She likes calling me chappy. She calls me beautiful one. She says I should be more positive. We talk to each other like friends. But, she's always will be like a mom to me. Maybe she does that with other people too, maybe she treats them the same way, however it never fails to make me happy, warm, and loved. I just want to let her know, I love her.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sP-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-730617408314156500?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/730617408314156500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=730617408314156500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/730617408314156500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/730617408314156500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/laurie-anne.html' title='the warmth :)'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-6918808651600778538</id><published>2010-03-17T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:44:35.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>So, went out to buy CD.. pirated.. heheh.. then as usual, theres that cute guy who works there.. And he was looking cute as usual.. :) Im being stupid rite.. xD.. So, i went an search for Wlan there.. Coz I notice he was using the internet.. Then, one appeared and the name for it was &lt;b&gt;hin lee&lt;/b&gt; .. So, is that like &lt;b&gt;his&lt;/b&gt; name? LOL.. It could be, or maybe not.. but i'll call him that from now onwards .. LOL :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SP-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:he noticed me.. xD&lt;br /&gt;pps: Laurie&lt;3- "a girl you'll regret not noticing" hahahha TQ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-6918808651600778538?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6918808651600778538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6918808651600778538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6918808651600778538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6918808651600778538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-6862995360621180879</id><published>2010-03-17T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:23:41.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elie Saab, I love you!</title><content type='html'>My fave dress from Elie Saab!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=fall08-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/fall08-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice, rite?! rite???!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I love it! I hope it can be my confirmation dress..&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe White and a jacket... and we're done... :)&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-6862995360621180879?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6862995360621180879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6862995360621180879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6862995360621180879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6862995360621180879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/elie-saab-i-love-you.html' title='Elie Saab, I love you!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/th_fall08-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1348133097060388306</id><published>2010-03-16T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:06:35.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elie Saab is a genius!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=00260m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/00260m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=ss2008_saab7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/ss2008_saab7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=00030m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/00030m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=00090m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/00090m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=ui.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/ui.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=dress1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/dress1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=elie_saab_ger_alla_blivande_brudar_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/elie_saab_ger_alla_blivande_brudar_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=elie-saab-61.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/elie-saab-61.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=2977376362_3e58250f35.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/2977376362_3e58250f35.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=d4307i93456h180119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/d4307i93456h180119.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=00440m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/00440m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=saab_spr_ctr_indiv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/saab_spr_ctr_indiv.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=eliesaabcouture092.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/eliesaabcouture092.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=Rtw_ElieSaab_Sp-Su08_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/Rtw_ElieSaab_Sp-Su08_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=eliesaab-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/eliesaab-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=eliesaab-maxi3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/eliesaab-maxi3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=Picture_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/Picture_3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=00140m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/00140m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=Picture_4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/Picture_4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=elie-saab2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/elie-saab2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=00490m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/00490m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/?action=view&amp;current=00510m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/00510m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS IT!!! HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!! :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-1348133097060388306?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1348133097060388306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=1348133097060388306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1348133097060388306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1348133097060388306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/elie-saab-is-genius.html' title='Elie Saab is a genius!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/Elie%20Saab%20dresses/th_00260m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-5829167178680578239</id><published>2010-03-15T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:51:07.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ǝɥǝɥ ¿dnssɐʍ</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;read from right to left :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: ˙˙˙ʎɐpoʇ ʎzɐɹɔ ʇıq ʎuıʍ ʎuıʇ ɐ ƃuılǝǝɟ ɯ,ı&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˙˙sıɥʇ ǝʞıl ƃuıʇıɹʍ ɟo ǝzɐɹɔ ʎɯ pǝʇɹɐʇs ǝʌı ˙˙ǝʇısqǝʍ sıɥʇ punoɟ ı ǝɔuo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˙˙ɥɐɐɥɥɐɥɐɥɐɥ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: ¿˙˙ʇı pɐǝɹ noʎ uɐɔ ¡¿ǝʇıɹ pɹıǝʍ ʎllɐǝɹ sʞool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ɥɹol uɐɔ noʎ ǝdoɥ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;op oʇ ǝslǝ ƃuıɥʇou ¡¡ƃuıɹoq ˙˙ʎɐpoʇ pǝuǝddɐɥ ɥɔnɯ ƃuıɥʇou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˙˙sı ʇı sɐ ʇı ǝʌɐǝl ll,ı&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˙˙ʎpɐ ʇsod oʇ ʎzɐl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d:˙˙˙sʎɐʍʎuɐ noʎ llǝʇ oʇ ƃuıɥʇou sǝɹǝɥʇ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡ǝʎqǝʎq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˙˙ʎɐpoʇ ʎɐp uʍop ǝpısdn ʎɹǝʌ ɐ ǝʌɐɥ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‾sp‾&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-5829167178680578239?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5829167178680578239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=5829167178680578239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5829167178680578239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5829167178680578239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/dnss.html' title='ǝɥǝɥ ¿dnssɐʍ'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-3718179213499063776</id><published>2010-03-14T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T02:28:55.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kajima.DontGo</title><content type='html'>12/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Last day of School.&lt;br /&gt;A really boring day.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was I wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to skul as usual ...&lt;br /&gt;There was supposed to be the &lt;u&gt;debate thing&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But again it was &lt;b&gt;postponed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh w/e&lt;br /&gt;school was &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;perhimpunan was &lt;b&gt;boring&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;classes was &lt;b&gt;boring&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;recess was &lt;b&gt;boring&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;maths&lt;i&gt;(the only one tcher who so rajin to come in)&lt;/i&gt; was boring..&lt;br /&gt;maths was boring coz the topic itself was like &lt;b&gt;easy&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;And surani was like "saya ajar. kamu semua x dengar. nanti x faham topik ni."&lt;br /&gt;or some &lt;u&gt;nonsense&lt;/u&gt; la..&lt;br /&gt;Me who wasnt listening at all to what she said..&lt;br /&gt;Answered the questions with ease... LOL&lt;br /&gt;coz it was just effing &lt;b&gt;logical&lt;/b&gt;.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya. Shaffiq Siddiq. I know u guys just adore him.&lt;br /&gt;He was being and idiot in class again.&lt;br /&gt;He had the nerve to &lt;b&gt;SAY MY NAME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to lash out on him, telling him:&lt;br /&gt;"A &lt;u&gt;lower digit iq&lt;/u&gt; and a &lt;b&gt;wimpy idiot&lt;/b&gt; like him have no &lt;u&gt;rights&lt;/u&gt; to even mention my name"&lt;br /&gt;but i decided not to..&lt;br /&gt;Last day of skul.. &lt;br /&gt;cut him some slack..&lt;br /&gt;I'll bully him every other day..&lt;br /&gt;Theres always the FB group... &lt;b&gt;JOIn!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Johor-Bahru-Malaysia/Quadruple-S/340970887063?ref=ts"&gt;Quadruple "S"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went home ady..&lt;br /&gt;And watched Seun duk with mom little wile.&lt;br /&gt;Then wen mom went to pic up onii..&lt;br /&gt;I went to bathe..&lt;br /&gt;taking my sweet time la&lt;br /&gt;Coz washing my hair..&lt;br /&gt;then wen i was done..&lt;br /&gt;I heard the phone ringing..&lt;br /&gt;And ran out to answer it..&lt;br /&gt;Onii ask me to read the msg he sent me&lt;br /&gt;And I read it:&lt;br /&gt;"Soitiris is coming also"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOOOM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soitiris.&lt;br /&gt;Coming.&lt;br /&gt;Here?!.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M NOT READY YET!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my room and quickly dressed up and tried to dry my hair..&lt;br /&gt;I heard the car coming in the driveway(?)..&lt;br /&gt;And i was like &lt;b&gt;"DIE"!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my hair was somewad dry, i went out of my room to look for a comb..&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;I hear &lt;i&gt;his voice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow..&lt;br /&gt;u gotta agree foreigners' voice are always &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt;.. :)&lt;br /&gt;After, many in and outs from my room...&lt;br /&gt;I plucked up the courage to go down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[anne's fault.. im writing long long]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing red. His hair was long behing him. He was talking to mom. I was like all smiles and trying to hide my laughter in the process. COming down wasnt easy. Then, mom was like "soitiris, meet my daughter, stephanie" and i was like NOO(screaming on the inside. Smiling outside. Walk up to him and he was like nice to meet you. *laugh*. Me: yeah. (very productive sentence). He: whats ur name again? .. me: Oh, Stephanie. He: :) nice to meet you, im soitiris... Me: Nice to meet you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what i mean of productive sentences. I feel pretty awesome rite now. Pretty awesome that if Virve had seen me, she would totally knock me in the head. Als would probably murder me for being shy.. xD.. then i went away...to the lappie.. Annie was on.. xD oh yes, the lovely person who made me to write in paragraphs.. :) So, was half chatting with her and half listening to his voice. Then mom like ask him to play the piano. And he wsa like esitatn at first saying he hasnt practise for a long long time. But he ended up on the piano chair anyways... And i went in2 the living room to listen to him play. It was wow. For someone who have no musical background at all cna play better than me, who have musical background + i learn piano.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a wile i went back to the computer. Then i type type enter. And he was playing the love song he composed. I fell instantly in love with it, the first time i heard it on onii's phone.. While this was a live show.. :) my heart beat.. :) LOL.. then i sat down on the bed and recorded him on video.. LOL.. shhh. Oh wadever. I hope he dont mind though. He look so happy on the piano. But i started to fell inferior(?), coz he played better than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever.. Did i mention he's 18.. Which is ANNIE's age! LOL and he's GREEK-Filipino. :) He's taller than me. And just perfect .. LOl.. no hope la.. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime he finish a piece he was playing, he'll look up, look at me, smiling. I'll be like smile back.. xD.. Heart beating faster. He was like refusing to get off the piano. It was like wow he say. xD. OHYA! the way he walau wey(orwhatever) is so cute! LOL.. Then, we played for him a song la.."As the deer" onii on the piano and im on the guitar. And me and mom singing.. So, weird.. I wonder wad he thought of my voice... heheheh.. then it was time to leave. His dad would be waiting for him in college and we wouldnt wanna be late. So, we went into the car to send him off. I hate to go out again to close the gate -.- LOL .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen i went out, Soitiris was looking at me smiling.. LOL .. then wen i went in.. they were talking bout hair.. so, im guessing mine? lol.. [after that, mom told me he commented on my hair saying it was really long..LOL] .. Then we dropped him off in the college. He shook hands with us[who shakes hands??... xD] and said bye to us.. one too many time... LOl.. As we were going off , i look back and he was smiling.. He had a great time. I had a great time too.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;Finally..&lt;br /&gt;Entering once again..&lt;br /&gt;This is just to get annie irritated.&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my myspace: i will nvr forget the looks he gave me....the smile he flashed at me... the song he played on the piano... and the comments he said about me... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_sP_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: 2day as in the 13th.. i've watched GOS ep 11 and 12 ady.. YAY! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-3718179213499063776?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3718179213499063776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=3718179213499063776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3718179213499063776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3718179213499063776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/kajimadontgo.html' title='kajima.DontGo'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1874319020091875279</id><published>2010-03-12T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:21:28.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOS</title><content type='html'>Debate was postponed today..&lt;br /&gt;So, im guessing after hols la rite..&lt;br /&gt;haiya&lt;br /&gt;kacau only la..&lt;br /&gt;People no &lt;u&gt;peace&lt;/u&gt; of mind..&lt;br /&gt;oh wadever&lt;br /&gt;just have to wait la&lt;br /&gt;for the &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt; to come.. &lt;br /&gt;so, holidays..&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;u&gt;sunday&lt;/u&gt; was invited to go jusco la..&lt;br /&gt;but dunno if parents let not... &lt;br /&gt;haiya..&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;wish&lt;/b&gt; can go la..&lt;br /&gt;but they all ah... haiya&lt;br /&gt;See la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ppl of 4A and 4B will be there&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;So, idk la..&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; is gnna be there oso..&lt;br /&gt;Malas to go ady la..&lt;br /&gt;He keep &lt;i&gt;pestering&lt;/i&gt; me to teach him guitar oso..&lt;br /&gt;He wanna come over during hols so, i can teach him..&lt;br /&gt;But not ez la..&lt;br /&gt;Im nt the teacher type..&lt;br /&gt;So, it'll be weird.. &lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OH WHATEVS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gnna go now..&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_sP_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: ohya im watching &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; now... hehehehe.. :) ep 10 is out!!! oh no! the anticipation!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-1874319020091875279?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1874319020091875279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=1874319020091875279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1874319020091875279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1874319020091875279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/gos.html' title='GOS'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-3836028814040886658</id><published>2010-03-11T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:03:04.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;SpM rsults out today&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Tht smart guy got straight A's ..&lt;br /&gt;Awesome la he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yann get 10A 1 B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B in &lt;i&gt;chinese&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh w/e..&lt;br /&gt;Unless chinese essays are gonna get her a job..&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll worry a bout that...&lt;br /&gt;But now its like= crap stupid chinese..becoz of u &lt;br /&gt;I did not get straight A's --- &lt;br /&gt;Most probably going through annie's head... xD&lt;br /&gt;JKJK!&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;today was boring as usual..&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to have debate today but was postponed...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone breathed a &lt;i&gt;sigh&lt;/i&gt; of relief... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2moro&lt;/u&gt; is the debate..&lt;br /&gt;I die la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Motion: This house believes that internet does more harm than good&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the negative la..&lt;br /&gt;So, we're stating the advantages of the internet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cools..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. actually, i was thinkin disadvantages would be &lt;i&gt;cool-er&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;i&gt;beggars cant be choosers&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;Lots&lt;/b&gt; were drawn, so thats that..&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luckfor comp 2moro..&lt;br /&gt;If not, just dig me a grave...&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna die of embarrassment... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SP_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-3836028814040886658?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3836028814040886658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=3836028814040886658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3836028814040886658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3836028814040886658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-5157973004879591619</id><published>2010-03-11T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:39:08.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/color%20splash" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq297/smavin123/skatesedited.jpg" border="0" alt="skates Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a picture!.... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/?action=view&amp;current=l_4b7ac4234a014397a6addc391baa494b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/stephzter/l_4b7ac4234a014397a6addc391baa494b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with this picture!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is what i call and awesome accident picture...!&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know how i did it..&lt;br /&gt;I just main2 take pic can jadi so nice..!&lt;br /&gt;Notce that my hair looked a bit blueish green...&lt;br /&gt;So, NICE!! &lt;3... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! Hope you enjoy those 2... xD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-5157973004879591619?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5157973004879591619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=5157973004879591619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5157973004879591619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5157973004879591619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/skates-pictures-images-and-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-6333301161730583777</id><published>2010-03-10T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:15:09.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooosh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Debating in the morning&lt;/s&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;First time for me though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What to do what to do&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Somemore going up against good students from 4A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grace,Weicheng, Waikent and Sa'adah&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;My group are the &lt;u&gt;4S'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, saddam, syahir and sura... :)&lt;br /&gt;Debate consist of 3 contestants..&lt;br /&gt;So, i wonder who is gonna be the reserve for 4A..&lt;br /&gt;4b most probably is gnna be Sura la..&lt;br /&gt;Coz she doesnt want in the first place oso...&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Motion: This house believes that internet does more harm than good&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i dont mind which side I get..&lt;br /&gt;I just hope everything goes well&lt;br /&gt;And that I dont &lt;b&gt;blank&lt;/b&gt; in the middle..&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;That happens alot..&lt;br /&gt;So, woooooosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wish me LUCK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SP-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Update on Love?? --- I'm trying to stop liking the 2 guys i mention in school.. I'm putting that hope ive wasted on them on someone else... NEVILLE LIM !!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-6333301161730583777?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6333301161730583777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6333301161730583777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6333301161730583777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6333301161730583777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/wooosh.html' title='Wooosh!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-6598755590682696988</id><published>2010-03-09T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:55:33.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing the pic..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/color%20splash" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii124/sugarshorts2u/Color%20Splash%20and%20Colors/Rain-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Color Splash, Landscapes, Scenic Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life was empty,&lt;br /&gt;My life was sad,&lt;br /&gt;My life was white,&lt;br /&gt;My life was black.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But when u walk in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life isnt empty,&lt;br /&gt;My life isnt sad,&lt;br /&gt;My life is filled with colours,&lt;br /&gt;No longer white or black.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SOme spontaneous thing i thought off when i saw this picture-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-6598755590682696988?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6598755590682696988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6598755590682696988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6598755590682696988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6598755590682696988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/sharing-pic.html' title='Sharing the pic..'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii124/sugarshorts2u/Color%20Splash%20and%20Colors/th_Rain-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-922171489417400350</id><published>2010-03-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:50:06.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting the chips fall where they may..</title><content type='html'>Well, this is it..&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;day&lt;/b&gt; I &lt;u&gt;choose&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I cant choose rite..&lt;br /&gt;So, Im just gonna let the chips fall where they may&lt;br /&gt;I'll just try to &lt;u&gt;stop&lt;/u&gt; liking bth of 'em la..&lt;br /&gt;One will never know I like him..&lt;br /&gt;The other is still attached.. what its been..&lt;br /&gt;2 years between them bth i gues..&lt;br /&gt;Since the girl was form 2.. &lt;br /&gt;They started going out..&lt;br /&gt;ergh -.-&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; thought I would ever like him..&lt;br /&gt;And cheered her on to be with him..&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to do anymore la..&lt;br /&gt;If i continue liking him, its just wrong..&lt;br /&gt;I am not and never gonna be the type that steals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fair and square&lt;/b&gt; or nothing at all..&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be me..&lt;br /&gt;Me and my rules should jump off a cliff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Give up..&lt;br /&gt;Giving up..&lt;br /&gt;Gave up..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was that easy..&lt;br /&gt;But, it never is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fuck life&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;what to do la..&lt;br /&gt;Enaf la I guess.. &lt;br /&gt;Lets just see what happens after this.&lt;br /&gt;If nothing..&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;b&gt;NL&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I may end up opening up to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe something can happen?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed and Desperate,&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-922171489417400350?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/922171489417400350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=922171489417400350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/922171489417400350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/922171489417400350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/letting-chips-fall-where-they-may.html' title='Letting the chips fall where they may..'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1516513470758269980</id><published>2010-03-06T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:48:53.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;b&gt;SMKTD&lt;/b&gt;'s Sports Day!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying.. Im not excited!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;I bet it was gnna be BORING!&lt;br /&gt;So, I had to go anyways..&lt;br /&gt;I was actually half-expecting spotcheck at the entrance..&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, None!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.. If i knew, i would be holding my phone then.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever..&lt;br /&gt;So, aftr wishing them(SARAH,YOUNG,OLT) gd luck for perbarisan&lt;br /&gt;Me and Pei Chi(who wasnt in a good mood..) :'( &lt;br /&gt;due to some problems she had with NSY, went to the camps..&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit Red team's tent is like wow.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ghaffur&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Adeena's&lt;/b&gt; lovely work of course... &lt;br /&gt;Then, aftr that i went off to &lt;i&gt;yellow&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;NO HOPE LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;BET: Satria will lose!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whateves.. &lt;br /&gt;So, theres this Shanisha girl rite.. &lt;br /&gt;some form 1 kkd person la..&lt;br /&gt;And she's from chinese skul so she's sble to speak mandarin rite..&lt;br /&gt;But, you seriously shoud hear her speak english&lt;br /&gt;its like total prasan-ness..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that my english is any better&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;People don't speak like dat in &lt;u&gt;MALAYSIA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLZ!&lt;br /&gt;So, she and Haseen was talking bout..&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you noe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mayoora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats up la..&lt;br /&gt;Why so many people like him seyh?&lt;br /&gt;I dont see the point in liking someone who is liked by almost every other indian girl in the damn skul..&lt;br /&gt;HEY&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not jealous or anything..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I'm not..&lt;br /&gt;But its just &lt;i&gt;weird&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the perbarisan was going on la..&lt;br /&gt;I only notice a few of 'em la..&lt;br /&gt;St.John, KadetPolis, PanduPuteri, Jaguh, Satria, Wira, KRS, puteriIslam.. &lt;br /&gt;I think almost everyone except &lt;b&gt;PBSM&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;JUARA&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Dont ask me y..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wasnt paying attention to them la.. xD&lt;br /&gt;So, I notice.. &lt;br /&gt;Kadet Polis as usuall was nice la.. &lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;If you notice properly..&lt;br /&gt;The hands werent sync..&lt;br /&gt;The legs were always skipping...&lt;br /&gt;I think they focused more on looking nice than anything else..&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever..&lt;br /&gt;Then,Satria(yellow) HANCUR!&lt;br /&gt;That wan NO hope LA..&lt;br /&gt;So, no need to talk bout that anymores.. &lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;BET: St.John will win first place for perbarisan..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;SO, after all that, acara started ..&lt;br /&gt;With running first..&lt;br /&gt;Since Jeevetha didnt come due to some personal problems, i rather not write..&lt;br /&gt;Sarah had to take over.. &lt;br /&gt;So, rush her to the phone to call her mom..&lt;br /&gt;then rush to the front gate to get it..&lt;br /&gt;then rush to the &lt;s&gt;toilet&lt;/s&gt; to change..&lt;br /&gt;OOOPS! I meant &lt;b&gt;JASMINE RESTROOM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Then rush back to the tent..&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the infirmary.. XD &lt;i&gt;(TENT)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tcher ridhuan gave sarah her number..&lt;br /&gt;Then we just waited there for Sarah's acara to start..&lt;br /&gt;Then I look towards the middle of the padang..&lt;br /&gt;And saw.. &lt;i&gt;Sallie, _ _ _ _ _ _  there..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I DIDNT NOE THEY HIGH JUMPED!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, weird..&lt;br /&gt;He dont look like a high jumper though..&lt;br /&gt;But he easily jump over the pole...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Proud seyh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly Chew Peng ask us to like clear ourselves from the kem..&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to Lychee and Casey who was on PBSM duty..&lt;br /&gt;So, i just stood there withe them occasionally talking &lt;br /&gt;Occasionally &lt;i&gt;looking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if he was looking back but i rather not keep my hopes high..&lt;br /&gt;Then, after that Sarah finish ady and came to sit with me...&lt;br /&gt;and the high jumpers took a rest..&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw him walking off to the medic tent..&lt;br /&gt;So, i like grabbed my bag and sarah and I went there after a while..&lt;br /&gt;A while was actually quite &lt;b&gt; long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz he wasnt there when We reached there...&lt;br /&gt;Then after that the boys 4x100 started..&lt;br /&gt;And finally I thought Yellow had Hopes!&lt;br /&gt;BUt..&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOO! &lt;br /&gt;tHanks to that Blaraj guy.. everything slowed..&lt;br /&gt;And thats when i saw &lt;u&gt;HIM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was running..&lt;br /&gt;Stupid balraj made him run fast but he couldnt catch up..&lt;br /&gt;Stupid balraj&lt;br /&gt;Ok enaf la..&lt;br /&gt;He's alrady stupid as it is...&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Notice: Sentences made by me is not aimed to insult anyone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he came back to the medics tent.. And i was there with sarah..&lt;br /&gt;I look at him..&lt;br /&gt;And!!&lt;br /&gt;He pulled up his shirt to wipe off his sweat..&lt;br /&gt;And I caught a &lt;i&gt;glimpse&lt;/i&gt; of his body..&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I quickly look away..&lt;br /&gt;Shy&lt;br /&gt;But I still saw it..&lt;br /&gt;And that scene keeps on repeating in my head..&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say.. he is &lt;b&gt;HOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;Then I just look at him..:)&lt;br /&gt;Dunno waht happen after that..&lt;br /&gt;I think we went to look for Jayne..&lt;br /&gt;And he went to the middle of the field..&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at him wen i notice ONII...&lt;br /&gt;Then went to see him &lt;br /&gt;while looking at &lt;u&gt;HIM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING CUTE! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOP IT STEPHANIE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAKA-.-&lt;br /&gt;then.. blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the middle..&lt;br /&gt;Kaeru followed..&lt;br /&gt;And I was just looking at HIM la..&lt;br /&gt;He's so wow..&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking la..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno y i always fall for the sports type..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate sports&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Opposite attracts??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just walked around la..&lt;br /&gt;Saw Chi Kun.. Hazim.. Zexen..&lt;br /&gt;The usuals..&lt;br /&gt;Then aftr that..&lt;br /&gt;Saw HIM jumping..&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna write anything else..&lt;br /&gt;Or else its gonna be so obvious who HE is..&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is He made me so happie..&lt;br /&gt;And somewha bangga... :)&lt;br /&gt;He came back to the tent..&lt;br /&gt;Sweatily HOT..&lt;br /&gt;And when he was just standing there..&lt;br /&gt;I passed by him.. like super close&lt;br /&gt;super close like if i take a step to my left..&lt;br /&gt;my shoulder would have bumped his...&lt;br /&gt;Which would be awesome..&lt;br /&gt;But no such luck..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if he had even look at me..&lt;br /&gt;But... haiz..&lt;br /&gt;I would have said Omedetou..&lt;br /&gt;But malu la..&lt;br /&gt;I dunt even noe him that well.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then i after i sent kaeru off to onii..&lt;br /&gt;I went to line up in YELLOW&lt;br /&gt;And he was there drinking water..&lt;br /&gt;And i was like staring at him..&lt;br /&gt;He caught me.. SHITE..&lt;br /&gt;I didnt dare look ady..&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Then saw him walking infront.. &lt;br /&gt;I opulled mayz and deela, to catch up&lt;br /&gt;BUt he went to the exact front so no chance wanna sit near him la.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was prize giving ceremony..&lt;br /&gt;St. John WON.. :)&lt;br /&gt;I won the bet..&lt;br /&gt;Kadet got number 2..&lt;br /&gt;Pengakap (miracle) got 3rd..&lt;br /&gt;And PB got 4th.. &lt;br /&gt;First time they got 4th..&lt;br /&gt;First time for KP too..LOL&lt;br /&gt;                              !!COngrats St. JOHN!!&lt;br /&gt;Red team won for tents :) &lt;br /&gt;Bet won again..:)&lt;br /&gt;Satria got last for that..&lt;br /&gt;And for the official score..&lt;br /&gt;Satria Last again.. AWESOME! xD&lt;br /&gt;stupid la..&lt;br /&gt;Juara was first.. &lt;br /&gt;Congrats to them and all the winners..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishes for today were granted by my imaginary faeries :)&lt;br /&gt;1. I got to see HIM..&lt;br /&gt;2. I kinda had fun..&lt;br /&gt;3. He looked at me a few times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats kinda enaf for me...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciauz! &lt;3  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I didnt see _ _ _ _... Did anyone? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-1516513470758269980?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1516513470758269980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=1516513470758269980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1516513470758269980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1516513470758269980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-7074271873491425579</id><published>2010-03-05T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:42:15.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Actually&lt;/b&gt;, I have not make up my mind..&lt;br /&gt;Between those two&lt;br /&gt;_ _ _ _ and _ _ _ _ _ _ &lt;br /&gt;I thought about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno who I really like..&lt;br /&gt;Im beginning to think I didnt like them in the &lt;u&gt;first place&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe&lt;/i&gt;, I thought _ _ _ _ _ _ wud notice me..&lt;br /&gt;Yes technically he did notice me..&lt;br /&gt;But like .&lt;br /&gt;I donno how to explain la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I thought he maybe would like me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be dreamin la..&lt;br /&gt;How can he like me?&lt;br /&gt;Its just outragous..&lt;br /&gt;And dont get me started on _ _ _ _ &lt;br /&gt;Thats another &lt;b&gt;dungu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much i give him hints..&lt;br /&gt;How much I tried to show him&lt;br /&gt;How much I look at him&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; figure anything out!&lt;br /&gt;Ergh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever LA!..&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna talk about it..!&lt;br /&gt;-ME-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7074271873491425579?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7074271873491425579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7074271873491425579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7074271873491425579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7074271873491425579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/test.html' title='My mind'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-5741510368922416824</id><published>2010-03-05T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:53:34.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>im pulling myself away....&lt;br /&gt;every single day...&lt;br /&gt;i still love you, i will say...&lt;br /&gt;ignore me if you may....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-an original: Stpeh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-5741510368922416824?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5741510368922416824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=5741510368922416824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5741510368922416824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5741510368922416824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1106970926956747174</id><published>2010-03-04T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:00:46.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovesick..</title><content type='html'>No.. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sick of love.. &lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;Not today though..&lt;br /&gt;We had raptai for sukan today in skul..&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went recess and after i was done..&lt;br /&gt;Around 10am i went walking around waiting to go upstairs&lt;br /&gt;With Najihah..&lt;br /&gt;At first, passed by (_ _ _ _) was sitting with the otr guys of 4B la..&lt;br /&gt;He was like: where u going?&lt;br /&gt;And i was like: merayau satu skola..&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;he ask me suddenly i duno wy seyh&lt;br /&gt;Then after that..&lt;br /&gt;We just stand in front of 5C waiting..&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw SALLIE..&lt;br /&gt;baka la he..&lt;br /&gt;Im STANLEY to him xD!&lt;br /&gt;At first i didnt notice him sitting beside Sallie..&lt;br /&gt;But then when i look back..&lt;br /&gt;I saw him (_ _ _ _ _ _)&lt;br /&gt;whenever I look at him.. I forget everything..&lt;br /&gt;I ont hear anything&lt;br /&gt;Stupid la I..&lt;br /&gt;What kind of person am I to like 2 guys rite?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid..&lt;br /&gt;Haizz...&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me occasionally.. &lt;br /&gt;But i dont tink he'll ever like me oso..&lt;br /&gt;So, whatever la..&lt;br /&gt;Then when it was time to go up..&lt;br /&gt;I look at him  but he din look at me though... &lt;br /&gt;Haiz tired.. disappointed..&lt;br /&gt;Then b4 going up the flight of stairs facing my classroom..&lt;br /&gt;I waited for him to go..&lt;br /&gt;Once he came up and pass by..&lt;br /&gt;I went up to my class..&lt;br /&gt;And there..&lt;br /&gt;boom&lt;br /&gt;nothing happen aftr that..&lt;br /&gt;Just my usual moody self..&lt;br /&gt;This time it wasnt of a guy..&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of Pathi(grandma)..&lt;br /&gt;Haiya..&lt;br /&gt;Feel so sad la..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-1106970926956747174?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1106970926956747174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=1106970926956747174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1106970926956747174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1106970926956747174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/03/lovesick.html' title='Lovesick..'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-9088042996697594221</id><published>2010-03-04T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:51:29.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel It? ( Heartbeat by 2PM )</title><content type='html'>ROMANIZATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Heartbeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you feel my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niga jitbalbgo ddeonan shimjangi&lt;br /&gt;ajikdo ddwigo issuh&lt;br /&gt;geugutdo neoleul hyanghae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ijeulyeogo amooli nolyukhaebwado&lt;br /&gt;saelowoon saramdeuleun amoori mannabado&lt;br /&gt;gaesok dashi ddo dashi dolaseomyun wae ni senggakman naneunji&lt;br /&gt;an hallae geuman hallae&lt;br /&gt;amoori nae jashineul dallaego ddo dallae bwado&lt;br /&gt;amoo soyoungi ubssuh nae shimjangi gojangna bulyusseo wae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wae ajikdo naneun ilun babo gateun jisheul haneunji&lt;br /&gt;meolilon algetneundae gaseumeun wae ji mamdaelonji&lt;br /&gt;nuleul jabgo nochileul mot hae jigeumdo niga na eh gyuttae&lt;br /&gt;itneun gut gattae ibyuleul mitji mot hae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nogool mannado maeum sok han gotseun yulji mot hago gaesok ni jalil biweonwa&lt;br /&gt;ol liga ubneundae oljido moleundago wae mitneunji gaseumi wae maleul an deutni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;ggeutnatdaneun gul ajikdo molla wae ileoneunji ihaega an ga&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;nuh eh senggakae ajikdo apa gaseumi ddwilddae mada senggakna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ijeoya hae ijeoya salsoo issuh&lt;br /&gt;jiweo beolyuh yaman hae an geulyeomyun naega jooguh&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to get her back. she ain't coming.&lt;br /&gt;she's gone, gotta be moving on&lt;br /&gt;gassuh ji ana geunyun ni senggak haji ana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geunyuh neun naega gidalineun gul junhyuh moleun chae jal salgo issuh&lt;br /&gt;geunyuh neun imi nal ijussuh wanjunhi jiwussuh wae naneun geuleokae mot hani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;ggeutnatdaneun gul ajikdo molla wae ileoneunji ihaega an ga&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;nuh eh senggakae ajikdo apa gaseumi ddwilddae mada senggakna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is beating faster and faster (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSLATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Heartbeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you feel my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart that you stepped all over and left&lt;br /&gt;is still beating. and it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i try to forget&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many new people i meet&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep thinking of only you when i turn around&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to do this anymore. i want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times i try and try to stop myself&lt;br /&gt;it's no use. my heart is broken. why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep doing such foolish things&lt;br /&gt;i know in my head, but why is my heart rebelling&lt;br /&gt;i'm holding on to you and can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;it still feels like you're next to me.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe in farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter who i meet, i can't open up one part of my heart and i keep your place empty&lt;br /&gt;there's no reason for you come back, but why do i keep thinking that you might come back&lt;br /&gt;why isn't my heart listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;don't i know that it's over. i don't understand why i'm like this&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;it still hurts thinking of you. i think of you every time my heart beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to forget. i have to forget in order to live&lt;br /&gt;i have to erase it. if i don't, i'll die&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to get her back. she ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;she's gone, gotta be moving on&lt;br /&gt;she left. she won't come back. she doesn't think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't know that i'm waiting for her, she's doing well&lt;br /&gt;she already forgot about me, totally erased me.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is beating faster and faster (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: crazykyootie @ soompi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-9088042996697594221?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/9088042996697594221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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( Heartbeat by 2PM )'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-2684724602595680543</id><published>2010-03-04T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:08:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NC</title><content type='html'>I feel sad for him la..&lt;br /&gt;Only now I know about his dad..&lt;br /&gt;When I was reading on his page..&lt;br /&gt;I felt tears dropping..&lt;br /&gt;Its just so sad that his dad could do that to him&lt;br /&gt;Poor N&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;I cant say anything to him&lt;br /&gt;Sinve we're not as close as we were use to be..&lt;br /&gt;And sincere words that comes out of me who barely knows him..&lt;br /&gt;Its just Idk la..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know anything ady..&lt;br /&gt;Just N must try to forget about his dad la..&lt;br /&gt;He isnt worth it..&lt;br /&gt;He isnt worth N's time to talk about or N's sarcasm..&lt;br /&gt;He is just worthless..&lt;br /&gt;I noe it may be wrong for me to say that about people's dad.&lt;br /&gt;Even though he hate his own dad..&lt;br /&gt;But, judge me.. I dont give a damn..&lt;br /&gt;Thats my opp. and if you care..&lt;br /&gt;Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;But if ur N.. and you know this is about you..&lt;br /&gt;And you dont like it to be posted about..&lt;br /&gt;Pls do inform me and i'll take it down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sP-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-2684724602595680543?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2684724602595680543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=2684724602595680543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2684724602595680543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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true..&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with two&lt;br /&gt;But idk la&lt;br /&gt;One is form5 and the other form4..&lt;br /&gt;Both are taller than me and both are ......&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;But:&lt;br /&gt;They wont ever like me back though...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they look at me occasionally..&lt;br /&gt;Yes they smile at me..&lt;br /&gt;But Like me?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think so...&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever... &lt;br /&gt;------ and ----&lt;br /&gt;Notice me la...&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo... &lt;br /&gt;whatevs...&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7547449728897873376?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7547449728897873376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Not awesome at all though.. wadevees..!&lt;br /&gt;Maths- Me likey doin maths except the part when i got to the Sets part&lt;br /&gt;That was dumb..!&lt;br /&gt;Since, there wasn't much time.. &lt;br /&gt;BAKA..&lt;br /&gt;So, the last page.. i lost like few marks there..&lt;br /&gt;Es stupidos la.. my brain wasnt workin fast enaf .. Shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of zee exams!&lt;br /&gt;I was Bio and Sejarah..&lt;br /&gt;Bio was stupid!...&lt;br /&gt;I mean not the subject.. the paper..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously la..&lt;br /&gt;At least i could answer la.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah- BAGERO! &lt;br /&gt;Fuck that paper la..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;Tcher say bab 2 comin out only latar belakang..&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;struktur question came out Bab2 ciri ciri...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalallalalalalalal...&lt;br /&gt;This is waht u shud expect from a malaysian history hater..&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day and last of exams!&lt;br /&gt;We had Chemistry, Sivik and Addmaths!&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was somewaht Awesome... xD&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;I could answer majority of it, i guess... &lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;Sivik was like wahtever.. &lt;br /&gt;Dun give a damn bout it actually..&lt;br /&gt;Add maths.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;Haizz&lt;br /&gt;onii check my answers..&lt;br /&gt;I got 4 out of 7 questions right..&lt;br /&gt;Which is not good enaf..&lt;br /&gt;Stupid careless mistake la..!&lt;br /&gt;If i devide it instead of multiplying it..&lt;br /&gt;I would have gotten the answer and another mark..&lt;br /&gt;But Noooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Baka la..&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for makin that stupid mistake..&lt;br /&gt;Very annoying...&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALAL! &lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Dun care ady!&lt;br /&gt;Godie la!&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;Need!&lt;br /&gt;To!&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;byebyebyebyebyebye....... mmuah! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-6343538684842027713?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6343538684842027713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6343538684842027713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6343538684842027713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6343538684842027713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-week-sucks.html' title='My week sucks!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-2031815792632182726</id><published>2010-02-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:18:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises filled in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, well... Today was BORING as usual... It was like attack of the mood changing monster....&lt;br /&gt;I came to skul like happy... but in class like baka only...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those I snapped at...(eg. Saddam, Ipin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Fiqa... will miss you...!&lt;br /&gt;Fiqa going MRSM... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when going back time, Aiman the f6 guy kacau me... xD..&lt;br /&gt;"tepuk tangan sampai berdarah" he said...&lt;br /&gt;LOL! wen he saw me, he smile and clap hands.. .I senyum back la...&lt;br /&gt;what to do... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GreekGuy din come today...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la...&lt;br /&gt;Shouldnt have hope too much la... haiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.00pm...&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with Diwen and the gang..&lt;br /&gt;picked up Yann and went of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached Jusco and went in...&lt;br /&gt;saw the gang..&lt;br /&gt;And Diwen was like coming out of Jusco..BAM&lt;br /&gt;A guy was following bhind her.. din really like register in my head who he is..&lt;br /&gt;BUT, he's CUTE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sarah, whos he?&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Zhen LA!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really!?!&lt;br /&gt;-Shocked-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I stare at him..&lt;br /&gt;As we walk to find sumthin to eat, I stare... :)&lt;br /&gt;He looked really different..&lt;br /&gt;I was like: "You look different"&lt;br /&gt;And he was like: -SMILE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Heard him talk la..&lt;br /&gt;And his accent was like different!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sarah was like OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Everything changed... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I was like: "Say something"&lt;br /&gt;And Zhen would be like: "Say what?"&lt;br /&gt;And we were like: "Wow.. You sound like an american.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached ElMigos that Mexican restaurant..&lt;br /&gt;We went in ... all 11 of us... :)&lt;br /&gt;Me, Sarah, Diwen, Zhen, OLT, Jingyi, YQR, Grace, Kent, LWC, and that girl.. um, hui xin?&lt;br /&gt;Then we were given the menu..&lt;br /&gt;And me and sarah were like: "Zhen read the menu" ... "First page"&lt;br /&gt;And Zhen was like: "Why must I read?"&lt;br /&gt;And I went: "For fun"&lt;br /&gt;He dun wanna ready ady... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ordered our food...&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Cheesy Chicken Chop..&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Triple C... hahaha... CCC will be like : WTH?&lt;br /&gt;hhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;ANd I ordered Espresso Milkshake..&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ordering, Me and Sar went to Yamaha..&lt;br /&gt;I needed a new pick..&lt;br /&gt;All my others keep disappearing.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I picked out an awesome pick!&lt;br /&gt;It was like: PICK JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;:) Awesome eh? xD&lt;br /&gt;I payed Rm2.50 for it... I guess its worth it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTW back to the restaurant, we stopped by this store..&lt;br /&gt;Got like prom dresses in front...&lt;br /&gt;SO, we went in...&lt;br /&gt;And there was this wooly blouse..&lt;br /&gt;And sarah was like: "This is so Young-young"&lt;br /&gt;We thought to buy it for her on her bday.. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;She would murder us for sure...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went bck to the restaurant..&lt;br /&gt;Wuei Tze and Min Hua was there ady..&lt;br /&gt;We took our seats and waited for our food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took LOADS of pics...&lt;br /&gt;Of Deewennn and Zhen..&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention Dee and I are of the same height...? (maybe she's taller! fine! She is! but a few cm only)&lt;br /&gt;and Did I mention Zhen is cuter? LOL..&lt;br /&gt;I'm gnna do a b4 and aftr of him..&lt;br /&gt;Wait fer that...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we just chated till our food arrived..&lt;br /&gt;mine came first... xD&lt;br /&gt;Very cheesy my food... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;If you get what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the rest to get their food..&lt;br /&gt;A few of them, i mean..&lt;br /&gt;And only then, I started to read...&lt;br /&gt;I mean Eat...&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem... :)&lt;br /&gt;The espresso was HEAVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aftr we ate..&lt;br /&gt;We took loads of pics..&lt;br /&gt;Of Dee, Zhen, Kent, Liting.. and the rest of cors...&lt;br /&gt;pics will be posted in the next post...&lt;br /&gt;most probably.. xD&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after takin pic wit dee&lt;br /&gt;I help Sar take a pic with Zhen...&lt;br /&gt;So cute the way he pose.. :)&lt;br /&gt;xD ...&lt;br /&gt;then I wanted to take a pic with Zhen too!&lt;br /&gt;So, I gave sar my phone and made my way behind zhen..&lt;br /&gt;Then, I notice that the waiterguy was looking at me and he blink or wink?&lt;br /&gt;Shrugged it off..&lt;br /&gt;Must be a trick of the eyes..&lt;br /&gt;Then took the pic with him!..&lt;br /&gt;He leaned on me le... xD&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid rules wont allow me to like him..!&lt;br /&gt;BAKA!&lt;br /&gt;Nvm..&lt;br /&gt;He's a friends brother..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to.. according to the rule..&lt;br /&gt;and he's younger... LOL..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Then, after that.. I just stood at the bar thingy la..&lt;br /&gt;Wuei Tze or Min Hua took pics of me..&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;I pose for them lorh.. what to do..&lt;br /&gt;I'm FAMOUS! xD&lt;br /&gt;I gtta say, I do look awesome in the pics... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I look behind and saw the waiterguy..&lt;br /&gt;Lets call him WG&lt;br /&gt;so, as i was saying, i look back..&lt;br /&gt;and WG was lookin at me again..&lt;br /&gt;Then he like wink...&lt;br /&gt;I being shy and all, just smile and look away la..&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I walk over to Zhen..&lt;br /&gt;And sat dwn beside him..&lt;br /&gt;Then, I kinda look at WG again..&lt;br /&gt;And he like smile at me..&lt;br /&gt;I smile back look away.. xD&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Talk to zhen..&lt;br /&gt;me: "Aunty Tong"&lt;br /&gt;he: -laugh- You aunty tong..&lt;br /&gt;me: -smile-&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one who calls him aunty tong.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they were like wanna go ady la..&lt;br /&gt;So, We went out..&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to go out of the restaurant..&lt;br /&gt;keep on looking back at WG&lt;br /&gt;hoping he would make his move..&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, all he did was look at me only..&lt;br /&gt;Smile ..&lt;br /&gt;Cutsies..&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;So, whatevs la..&lt;br /&gt;Then, Onii came along with mom and kitto..&lt;br /&gt;And in his hand:&lt;br /&gt;PERCY JACKSON AND THE LAST OLYMPIAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, they went away to JUsco..&lt;br /&gt;So, we went on our way..&lt;br /&gt;Just walkin at first..&lt;br /&gt;And I found myself alone again.. haiz&lt;br /&gt;Sarah walked with Zhen.. I have no idea why.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;LT was with WK..&lt;br /&gt;They're dating.. :)&lt;br /&gt;thats what a little birdie told me la..&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;then the rest was like together..&lt;br /&gt;And me? lost in solitude..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as we were going to go into HArris..&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jerry(HFC)&lt;br /&gt;and i was half expecting ephram or cyril to be there..&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;coz, i always coincidently meet ephram or cyril in jusco..&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;Again, was being desperate..&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite..&lt;br /&gt;That paragraph had one to many LOL's ..&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went straight to the CD side..&lt;br /&gt;the JPop Kpop side..&lt;br /&gt;The rest of 'em stopped at the international english side..&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Boring la there..&lt;br /&gt;See the disc there like every-single-time-i've-been-there...&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw SuJu!!&lt;br /&gt;So Kawaii la they all...:)&lt;br /&gt;Double S cd no more dee...&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.. i dun really care anymore..&lt;br /&gt;They were a phase i guess..&lt;br /&gt;Musicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just look around la..&lt;br /&gt;Then rite,&lt;br /&gt;Saw LIAR GAME 2!&lt;br /&gt;I was like OMG!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy i wanna buy i wanna buy i wanna buy i wanna buy!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Then Zhen and Diwen was like bside me...&lt;br /&gt;I tink got sumone else there, duno..&lt;br /&gt;Den Zhen was like: Is that ? Oh number 2. I watch the first..&lt;br /&gt;ANd i was like: Ya! I watch the first one too! I wann to watch this one..&lt;br /&gt;then zhen: Nice rite?&lt;br /&gt;And I went: YA!&lt;br /&gt;then he: can watch online what..&lt;br /&gt;then me: im dun go online like often so cannot watch la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went off..&lt;br /&gt;We(including Anne) went off to the Arcades..&lt;br /&gt;She didnt wanna go actually&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I force her to follow... :)&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to the arcade and took pics..&lt;br /&gt;We like didnt take a pic earlier.. &lt;br /&gt;So had the chance at that time la..&lt;br /&gt;One goin up the escalator(-ter?)&lt;br /&gt;One walkin towards the arcade..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we walkin while taking...&lt;br /&gt;nice oso..&lt;br /&gt;Feei yann did a like bored face though.. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;which she didnt like.. but i love it.. &lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I'm evil, i noe..&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehehehehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;We went in2 the arcades ..&lt;br /&gt;Was somewhat pack ..&lt;br /&gt;Okay..&lt;br /&gt;It was somewhat empty.. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;dunno y&lt;br /&gt;first time for everything rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Feei Yann was like: Lets play racing..&lt;br /&gt;And I was like: NOH!!&lt;br /&gt;I just detest driving&lt;br /&gt;arcade driving though&lt;br /&gt;its just like wrong&lt;br /&gt;coz its way more difficult, i think&lt;br /&gt;ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to the back la..&lt;br /&gt;And the air hockey thingy was rite there&lt;br /&gt;IN the middle...:)&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;First I didnt wanna play..&lt;br /&gt;Then, Annie forced me&lt;br /&gt;So, i played lorr&lt;br /&gt;RM1.00 for 2 token..&lt;br /&gt;I find that expensive..&lt;br /&gt;dunno y...&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we played&lt;br /&gt;And Yann won&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;And i wanted a rematch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we played again.. &lt;br /&gt;Then I think here is where the puck flew off the table..&lt;br /&gt;and went under a game thingy..&lt;br /&gt;We walked away slowly la.. hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;Then, the rest of 'em like wanna play.. &lt;br /&gt;But only we knew where the puck is.. &lt;br /&gt;So, when they called the guy to tell 'em bout the puck not being there... &lt;br /&gt;ME and yann went to retrieve it.. &lt;br /&gt;Annie wanted to tell the guy.. &lt;br /&gt;BUt i fish it out from under the thingy.. &lt;br /&gt;And gav it to them.. &lt;br /&gt;sayin: i found it...&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;evil rite...:) &lt;br /&gt;Ooh I wuv myself... xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aftr that I went to get a drink.. &lt;br /&gt;Bought from the cinema.. &lt;br /&gt;Then, I still want to play the hockey thing... &lt;br /&gt;At first I played with Annie.. &lt;br /&gt;I won!!! &lt;br /&gt;noh! not Jaewon... xD &lt;br /&gt;:)Alan(: &lt;br /&gt;Then, Grace wanted me to play with 'er&lt;br /&gt;HEHE.. &lt;br /&gt;So aggressive sial I&lt;br /&gt;I WON again...&lt;br /&gt;As usual.. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went home.. &lt;br /&gt;So, said bye to the rest..&lt;br /&gt;And done lor...&lt;br /&gt;NOthing else.. &lt;br /&gt;BLEK.. &lt;br /&gt;Tired.. &lt;br /&gt;backache.. &lt;br /&gt;Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-2031815792632182726?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2031815792632182726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=2031815792632182726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2031815792632182726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2031815792632182726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/02/surprises-filled-in.html' title='Surprises filled in...'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-7502700878748620551</id><published>2010-02-01T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:13:13.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ddoreureu by Jiyeon (T-ara)</title><content type='html'>SOOOOO! this is my latest song craze.. :) Thanks to Alan JW N. ... He sang along to Jiyeon in harmony..more like seconds... and his voice is total WoW-ness... You can check him out at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/cityincolors"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/cityincolors&lt;/a&gt; ... Check him out.. and give him 5* ... coz he is AWESOME!... I was not paid to do this... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ddoreureu / Rolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ddoreureu, nunmuri heulleoganda, ddoreureu, ddoreureureu&lt;br /&gt;sori-obneun apheumeul igijido mot-hanche&lt;br /&gt;phareureu, sonkkeut-chi ddeollyeo-onda, phareureu, phareureureu&lt;br /&gt;ddaseuhaetteon shiganeul gieok-hanabwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarangeul hamyeon, deo yeppeojindae&lt;br /&gt;sarangeul hamyeon, jom dallajindae&lt;br /&gt;eotteohke haeya nae an-eh sarangi deo yeppeojil-kkayo&lt;br /&gt;saenggak-eul hamyeon, nunmuri nago&lt;br /&gt;nunmuri namyeon, ddo saenggakmaneul~&lt;br /&gt;geureon sarami gyeot-eh ittdaneunge, dahaeng-ijyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seureureu, du nuni kamgyeo-onda, seureureu, seureureureu&lt;br /&gt;go-un miso hyanggi-eh ggoom-eul ggoogo shipeot-nabwa&lt;br /&gt;ddoreureu, sarangi heulleoganda, ddoreureu, ddoreureureu&lt;br /&gt;mam-i shiryeo-ulmankheum joha-hanabwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarangeul hamyeon, deo yeppeojindae&lt;br /&gt;sarangeul hamyeon, jom dallajindae&lt;br /&gt;eotteohke haeya nae an-eh sarangi deo yeppeojil-kkayo&lt;br /&gt;saenggak-eul hamyeon, nunmuri nago&lt;br /&gt;nunmuri namyeon, ddo saenggakmaneul~&lt;br /&gt;geureon sarami gyeot-eh ittdaneun-geh, dahaeng-ijyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaseum-eh chaga-un niga naerimyeon&lt;br /&gt;motbondeushi geujeon useoya haeyo&lt;br /&gt;haengyeo niga dorabolkkabwa hangsang geu jarireul maemdoneun&lt;br /&gt;eori seogeodo haengbokhan sarangi johaseo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarangeul hamyeon, deo yeppeojindae&lt;br /&gt;sarangeul hamyeon, jom dallajindae&lt;br /&gt;eotteohke haeya nae an-eh sarangi deo yeppeojil-kkayo&lt;br /&gt;saenggak-eul hamyeon, nunmuri nago&lt;br /&gt;nunmuri namyeon, ddo saenggakmaneul~&lt;br /&gt;geureon sarami gyeot-eh ittdaneunge, dahaeng-ijyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: DVenaCava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSLATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ddoreureu / Rolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling... tears are flowing, rolling, rolling&lt;br /&gt;Like the silent pain hasn't won&lt;br /&gt;Trembling... fingertips are trembling, trembling, trembling&lt;br /&gt;I must be thinking about the happy, warm times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say if you love, you become prettier&lt;br /&gt;They say if you love, you change a little&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to do to make the love inside me prettier?&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it, tears come&lt;br /&gt;When tears come, what comes to mind is&lt;br /&gt;It's a relief that I have a person like that by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently... my eyes are closing, gently, gently&lt;br /&gt;I must have wanted to dream about the scent of that smile&lt;br /&gt;Rolling... love is flowing, rolling, rolling&lt;br /&gt;I must like him to the point where my mind is cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say if you love, you become prettier&lt;br /&gt;They say if you love, you change a little&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to do to make the love inside me prettier?&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it, tears come&lt;br /&gt;When tears come, what comes to mind is&lt;br /&gt;It's a relief that I have a person like that by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you, who is cold, get off my chest,&lt;br /&gt;I have to laugh as if I didn't see anything&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe you'll come back" always repeats at that place&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's foolish because I like a happy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say if you love, you become prettier&lt;br /&gt;They say if you love, you change a little&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to do to make the love inside me prettier?&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it, tears come&lt;br /&gt;When tears come, what comes to mind is&lt;br /&gt;It's a relief that I have a person like that by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: aejung @ soompi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7502700878748620551?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7502700878748620551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7502700878748620551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7502700878748620551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7502700878748620551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2010/02/ddoreureu-by-jiyeon-t-ara.html' title='Ddoreureu by Jiyeon (T-ara)'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-7328298325010054304</id><published>2009-12-19T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:01:16.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalala</title><content type='html'>I'm  STILL SLEEPY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!!! GOING BACK TO HFC NEX YEAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO EXCITED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH! DONT ASK Y...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7328298325010054304?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7328298325010054304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7328298325010054304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7328298325010054304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7328298325010054304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/12/lalalalala.html' title='lalalalala'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-2257564525577549977</id><published>2009-12-15T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:57:34.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely post.. :)</title><content type='html'>i'm sleepy !!!! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice post dont ya think!  xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-2257564525577549977?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2257564525577549977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=2257564525577549977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2257564525577549977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2257564525577549977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/12/lovely-post.html' title='lovely post.. :)'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1574841926902460517</id><published>2009-12-11T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:49:29.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiya!</title><content type='html'>I'm sick, PMSin and confused with my stinkin life...haiz....cough cough from jus now only....and PMS is not helping in any way....STUPId...!!!!! Haiz malas ady la...Idk anymore...I malas to post oso...haiz....BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-1574841926902460517?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1574841926902460517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=1574841926902460517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1574841926902460517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1574841926902460517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/12/haiya.html' title='Haiya!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1948076018030105223</id><published>2009-12-08T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:21:08.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>Shit la....Ive been soooooooooooooo BORED! -.- damn la...idk what to do at home..listening to mom's nagging me to get off the computer boring dee...xD .. playing on Ilfiare is still ok la... if you dont know...Ilfiare is my guitar!!!! i KNOW! Just bought it a few weeks ago!! &lt;3 Ilfiare + Lydeth &lt;3 a guitar and human relationship... :) LOL!!! xD so, my stories... = i finally done with my character page for Hanae...so awesome...gonna start for JunKi or maybe PrinceSong next...i need inspiration sia...haiz...ohya, a guy came into my life... &lt;3 I love him so much! &lt;3 but ...haiz...idk la...cont this nextime maybe... :P&lt;br /&gt;-Midnight-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-1948076018030105223?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1948076018030105223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=1948076018030105223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Shit sia!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So long i din come to post...haiya, so bz ady...so, am here to update bout my freakin life! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First topic: Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;_Hols_ is so freakin boring dis year....no where to go...haiyo...-.- damn sleepy the whole week...hahahahh! mom forcin me to do add maths...malas-er la... -.- w/e la...baka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2nd topic: Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;_Stories_ my stories not moving sia! sheeeesh! baka desu....i no time to write...haiya...i have to continue la...but i dunno which one to cont...hahahahh xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3rd topic: Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;_Songs_ so, one day, my cuzzzzzin wrote a song and i asked me to edit it...so i did, then added some notes and bam bam boom.. we got an awesome song.. :) without a bridge though xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4th topic:  Guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;_guys_ they always manage to leave me in a blank...I totally dont understand them...dumb ppl...haiyo...sometimes seems like they like you back...and other times , say lil sister or sumthing...ergh! baka!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ok...i wan go sleep now...cya..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7874341658806284747?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7874341658806284747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7874341658806284747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;!!PICTURES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/ss501/cookiekukie/ss501.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/cookiekukie/ss501.jpg" width="416" height="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(SS501)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/ss501" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="SS501 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc65/shinchan01/ss501myanigif.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;aww so cuteeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/ss501" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="ss501 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww360/MiLa_GeRl/1_528703076l.jpg" width="504" height="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hyung Joon(maknae 'baby'), Young Saeng(the cute one), Jung Min(saranghae), Hyun Joong(my hottie), Kyu Jong(the one to die for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/boys%20over%20flower" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 549px; HEIGHT: 325px" border="0" alt="boys over flower 22 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu202/kirah228/boys_over_flower-200905080151362.jpg" width="576" height="339" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hyun Joong(Doll, Yoon Ji Hoo), Kim bum(Potter, Suh Yi Jeong), Kim Joon(Prince, Song Woo Bin), Lee Min Ho(Leader, Gu Jun Pyo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/lee%20min%20ho" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 592px" border="0" alt="lee min ho Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i621.photobucket.com/albums/tt297/bluerent/l48.jpg" width="267" height="727" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;!!Lee Min H0!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kim%20joon" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="lee min ho and kim joon Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i686.photobucket.com/albums/vv221/jinmei_17/84446263.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;!!Kim Joon!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kim%20hyun%20joong" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Kim Hyun Joong Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i633.photobucket.com/albums/uu51/Vietdivine82/joongie2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;!!Hyun Joong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kim%20bum" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 556px" border="0" alt="Kim Bum :)) Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/zwinky_118_2008/1gif.png" width="279" height="557" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;!!Kim Bum!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-6545318201106117732?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6545318201106117732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6545318201106117732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6545318201106117732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6545318201106117732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-p.html' title='+)-(3  P!&lt;$'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-8780823759589222433</id><published>2009-05-29T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:30:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! hisashiburi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...Its been a long time since i wrote here OMG!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...cant believe dis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...ders so many things to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...so many thing to tell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...well, theres a korean movie out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...the name of this drama is Boys Over Flowers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...And I'm like super crazy bout it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...One of the actors in this movie is a singer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...In his own band...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...SS501...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...And they are like HOT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...Maybe i'll post pics soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&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/543620281049815794-8780823759589222433?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/8780823759589222433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-7028240086111204721</id><published>2009-04-24T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:25:02.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I close my eyes and I see you're face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I open my eyes and I'm in a daze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Looking at your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;staring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i remember all the lies you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and I broke away from the spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i finally realize something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I realized that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you were never meant for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and never will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;what do i feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;coz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i realized something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I realized that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had never loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7028240086111204721?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7028240086111204721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7028240086111204721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7028240086111204721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everywhere i turn i see your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even when my eyes are closed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your image pass through unwillingly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're making me pay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for every little thing I had done to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cant you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll hurt you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;more than &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll hurt me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, just stop disturbing me&lt;/em&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/543620281049815794-6737324386795348966?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6737324386795348966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6737324386795348966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6737324386795348966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6737324386795348966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/04/randomm.html' title='randomm'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-5859655662495995367</id><published>2009-04-19T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:55:43.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyhey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OMG guyz...seen my new layout...of course you did....lol....wad dya tink bout it....its cute rite....-in a girly kinda way- lol...but its nice la....see see my blog title...!!! I noe im awesome....lol....:P ....and look at the boxes at the right.... i bet u din noe im 15 rite....WOOT! ofcourse i am...and im bored....lol....i kinda miss my old layout and the song on it....it seems nice....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok la....look at the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2:55 am!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;almost 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mum will totally kill me if she knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;luckily shes sleeping....lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nitez!!&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/543620281049815794-5859655662495995367?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/5859655662495995367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=5859655662495995367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5859655662495995367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/5859655662495995367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/04/heyhey.html' title='heyhey!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-7562615127308909960</id><published>2009-03-19T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:44:20.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Heyy guyz.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;really long time since i wrote here aint it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so, i tot...i shud drop by and say hi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;imitation&gt;*freds voice* HI!! *freds voice* &lt;imitation&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lolz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;look at this!! ----&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;v &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;╔═╦╗╔╦╗╔═╦═╦╦╦╦╗╔═╗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;║╚╣║║║╚╣╚╣╔╣╔╣║╚╣═╣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;╠╗║╚╝║║╠╗║╚╣║║║║║═╣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;╚═╩══╩═╩═╩═╩╝╚╩═╩═╝ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;aint it cool? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I NOE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;do u noe how they did it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;coz i dont! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lol.. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i found it in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOUTUBE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;big fan big fan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;talking bout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; youtube  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;theres like so many cool ppl on it doin cool stuff...lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FRED..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AHHH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OHWKAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sum of u might be blur now, coz i was wen myfren told me bout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FRED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FRED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;is a six year old with really weird voice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;His mom is and alcoholic and his dad is in the state pen(jail). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He talks bout random stuff and is like so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Its u either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;him or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ok next person is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*drum roll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!!!SHANE DAWSON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this guy is so HOT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he too speaks of random things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and have many characters of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Like his alternate char: Shananay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;His vids are a little pervertic and lotsa bad words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but overall his vids are like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;AWESOME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and fer the record.....he is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;next is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SHANE DAWSON&lt;/span&gt; friend and sumtimez co-star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BRITTANI LOUISE TAYLOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;she's really cool and pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;speaks of random stuff too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and makes parody of songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tears her pantz on9 and dance with like a mad person with only a t-shirt on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but overall she is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SHE"S &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CHRISTIAN&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gtg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&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/543620281049815794-7562615127308909960?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7562615127308909960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7562615127308909960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7562615127308909960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7562615127308909960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-7035516517371165880</id><published>2009-03-06T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:26:04.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>da da di dum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;+so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; bored+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;+havta go to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;skul&lt;/span&gt; later+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;+&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt;er la+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;+haven &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;finish my notez&lt;/span&gt; yet+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;+&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hehez&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;+&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G2G&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;+wanna eat &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt; then go skul+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-7035516517371165880?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/7035516517371165880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=7035516517371165880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7035516517371165880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/7035516517371165880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-da-di-dum.html' title='da da di dum...'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-8822498899159542769</id><published>2009-03-04T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:42:24.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;+so today was a boooooriing daay+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+very very boring+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+went to school as usual+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+librarian duties as usual+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+since its wednesday+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+wear unit t-shirt+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+and went as usual laaa+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+pick up the newspapers as i went up+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+den wrote the teachers name la+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+tsunami wasnt there as usual+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+she dunt do her freakin work anyways+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+i miss cher syikin+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+she much more better and nicer+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+not like dis tsunami+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+aaargh+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+so den dis guy came+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+pembekal buku+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+i tink+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+he mus have knew cher syikin+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+coz he ask bout her +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+den we told him she pindah ady+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+now tsunami take over+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+den he was like OH+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+den tina go call tsunami to come up+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+she say she's bz+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+but she is so not+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+she is freakin tellin grandmothrs story wit the otr tcher+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+so idiotic wann!+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+den she made him wait for 1 freakin hour!!+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+i feel so angry+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+she's such a +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+a+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+a+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+aaargh+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+i got the rite mind to jus &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;QUIT&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+but im not dat dumb+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+i'll jus rebel lor+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ok+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G2G&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+stupid bro of mine complain to mum+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+I get &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for nothin la+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+cant even go on9 long2 oso+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+disturbing pigs la+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+kk+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+nite y'all+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-8822498899159542769?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/8822498899159542769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=8822498899159542769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/8822498899159542769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/8822498899159542769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/03/heyy.html' title='heyy!!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-8516987887486788520</id><published>2009-03-03T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:11:56.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!! yay!!! YAY!!! yay!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;#as u can guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#im so freakin happy rite now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#u  noe wad happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#I got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6A&lt;/span&gt;'s for my test!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#yay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#but i got one D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#for the freakin KH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#oh cmon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#i dun need it for what i wanna bcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#but screw KH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#i get to keep my phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#and my laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#i can still type here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#double yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#awww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#its really late now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#gtg skul early 2moro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#ok ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#i'll try come 2moro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#updating soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nitez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hugz &amp;amp;kisses!&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/543620281049815794-8516987887486788520?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/8516987887486788520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=8516987887486788520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/8516987887486788520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/8516987887486788520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-yay-yay-yay.html' title='YAY!!! yay!!! YAY!!! yay!!!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-2113833822675523638</id><published>2009-03-02T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:10:44.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;#damn la!!#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#tcher din giv papers today#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#and i was waiting anxiously#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#damn#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#damn#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#damn#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#damn#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#I want my freakin paper!#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#eff dis#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#tchers dis dayz cant tande fast2#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#freakin stupid cat is meowing outside#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#and its so freakin noisy#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#i wan to sleep ady#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#got freakin klas tambahan 2moro#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#and also tuition#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#damn la#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#like i got freakin time to spare#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#im already bz as it is#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#damn i haven finish GG note#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#die#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#ohwkaaay#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#mum naggin coz i too long on the comp#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#cant even talk to u guyz oso#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#hmph!#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#hate it la#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#kk#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#nite guyz#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#nite galz#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#nite guygalZ#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#nite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; ppl#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#nite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;effin &lt;/span&gt;ppl#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#jus &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODNITE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; already#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-2113833822675523638?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2113833822675523638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=2113833822675523638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2113833822675523638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2113833822675523638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/03/dammit.html' title='Dammit!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-9166897044322509596</id><published>2009-03-02T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:21:05.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ OMG +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ today we're gettin our SJ, KH and SV papers! +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ and im still not ready for skul! +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ mum is bothering me! +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ Im so gonna die! +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ i hope I get A's!! +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ I only got 3A's currently! +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ NO no NO no NO +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ gtg! +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ get ready for skul +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ WOW! LOVE STORY is playin on the radio!!+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ My KH KK nt yet done yet... +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ how la now? +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ "I love you and that all I really noe" +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ ok ok.... +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ really gtg now +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ now +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ now +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ now +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ ok... +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ wish me luck +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;= byez =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-9166897044322509596?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/9166897044322509596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=9166897044322509596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/9166897044322509596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/9166897044322509596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/03/nooooo.html' title='NOOOOO!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-6769552111216944147</id><published>2009-03-01T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:49:36.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!Look at my layout!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!Isnt it like freakin AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!I noe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!I was like randomly clickin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!tryna find a nice layout!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!and I found dis one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!talk a bout AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!Thanx to my dear BFF Anne!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!for showin me the link!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!peace Out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;!!STEPHANIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/543620281049815794-6769552111216944147?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6769552111216944147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6769552111216944147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6769552111216944147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6769552111216944147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1680666668546172305</id><published>2009-02-28T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:54:53.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, Im here...writing this post wich im gonna post in a wile and thinkin wad else to write coz i dunno wad to post in this post wich u r reading and wondering wen im gonna shut my trap and post my freakin post wich im still not posting jus to agitate u guyz whoever whos reading this because ima sadist...sue me if im not...so u jus hav to freakin wait for my freakin post coz im freaking pissed off.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fine! since u guyz had the liberty to freakin waste ur freakin time to read this freakin things im writing, i will freakin post my post....ok....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its a song....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is the song that made me realize everythin now...and it reflects wad im going through now....jus bout that, i guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;OMG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;===========&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank You by Simple PLan...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought that I could always count on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought that nothing could come between us two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We said as long as we would stick together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We’d be alright,We’d be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I was stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And you broke me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’ll never be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So thank you for showing me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That best friends can not be trusted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And thank you for lying to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your friendship, the good times we had you can have them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wonder why it always has to hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For every lesson that you have to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I won’t forget what you did to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How you showed me things I wish I’d never seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I was stupid, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And you broke me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’ll never be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So thank you for showing me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That best friends can not be trusted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And thank you for lying to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your friendship the good times we had you can have them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When the tables turn again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You’ll remember me my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You’ll be wishing I was there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’ll be the one you miss the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But you’ll only find my ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As time goes by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You’ll wonder why, You’re all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So thank you for showing me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That best friends can not be trusted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And thank you for lying to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your friendship, the good times we had you can have them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So thank you - for lying to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So thank you - for all the times you let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So thank you - for lying to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So thank you - your friendship you can have it back&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/543620281049815794-1680666668546172305?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/1680666668546172305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=1680666668546172305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1680666668546172305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/1680666668546172305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-541388524440613244</id><published>2009-02-24T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:29:04.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ella ella....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dis post was requested personally by my friend, Goh Diwen......She say I nvr post long long time ady...so i post this post wich im posting which ur reading and wondering wen im gonna stop talking bout this post that im writing....lol.....ok...nitez...gotta study for exam tomorrow...noooo...matz and history....dieeeeee....BYE!!&lt;/em&gt;&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/543620281049815794-541388524440613244?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/541388524440613244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=541388524440613244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/541388524440613244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/541388524440613244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/02/ella-ella.html' title='ella ella....'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1830237498349094610</id><published>2009-02-02T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:13:06.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JMAC....Told u so</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/jesse%20mccartney" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp337/midnight_abigal/417JesseMcCartney1.jpg" border="0" alt="Jesse McCartney Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My fav JESSE MCCARTNEY song!!! lolz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Told You So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking at you now I can tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you in your new relationship ain't going well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no reason your name should come up on my cell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless your unhappy, but that shouldn't be the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you said, said he was the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; baby yes you said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said you were in love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you left me you said that you wouldn't be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming back remember that, but I never agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate to say it but I told you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told you if you left that you were goin be miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause he don't do it like me,Or else you wouldn't be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running back to the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was you that left me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate to say it but you know I'm right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime you run you're comin for me late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But right now you ain't got me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me where you're gonna be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I can't take you back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, my heart won't let me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl, you know he can't touch like I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see you trippin or flippin over his moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It don't take a genius to see he ain't that dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you let him back,You don't know what you was on when you said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said he was the one, baby yes you said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said you were in love, cause...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you left me you said that you wouldn't be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming back remember that, but I never agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate to say it but I told you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told you if you left that you were goin be miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause he don't do it like me,Or else you wouldn't be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running back to the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was you that left me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate to say it but you know I'm right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime you run you're comin for me late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But right now you ain't got me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me where you're gonna be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I can't take you back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, my heart won't let me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there are hard times it seems,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you ain't gettin no sympathy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No baby not from me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I told you you should never leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See you chose this road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you gotta go it alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember I told you so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.I hate to say it but I told you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told you if you left that you were goin be miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause he don't do it like me,Or else you wouldn't be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running back to the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was you that left me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate to say it but you know I'm right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime you run you're comin for me late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But right now you ain't got me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me where you're gonna be,Cause I can't take you back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, my heart won't let me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't take you back, noo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-1830237498349094610?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-3761177840223941315</id><published>2009-01-28T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:19:19.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LINKIN PARK ROX!!!! yay! yay! yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This is an AWESOME song by LP....Its called Ppr:Kut the reanimation version of Papercut....lolz...can you say 'duh'? ...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why does it feel like night today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something in here's not right today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why am I so uptight today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Paranoia's all I got left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know what stressed me first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or how the pressure was fed / but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but I know just what it feels like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To have a voice in the back of my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it’s like a face that I hold inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;face that awakes when I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;face that I watches every time I lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;face that laughs every time I fall(and watches everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I know that when it's time to sink or swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That the face inside is hearing me / right underneath my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like I'm / paranoid lookin' over my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like a / whirlwind inside of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like I / can't stop what I'm hearing within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like the face inside is right...beneath my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hey yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;here we go again with the pain I feel that isn’t real. But in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when I find myself in places with names but not faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my memory races at speedshundred degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my soul it bleeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;devil must've planted the seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now it feels like my backs against the wall, I'm takin the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;whenever I call nobody's responding at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but I don’t know who I can trust, they screaming my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need somebody to help me out of the flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;all I'm trying to do is just master meall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanna do is smoke a blasta beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but something keeps talking to me consciously, responsiblyit keeps haunting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;from dusk til dawn everyday has something for ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that voice inside of ya head has got you projecting paranoia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cold sweat, shining on your face exposing your purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and if I, ripped off your skin I'd probably find a, 'nother person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There’s nothing thing worse than trying to bring yourself up back from the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so I advise you listen to that voice in the back of you head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like I'm / paranoid lookin' over my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like a / whirlwind inside of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like I / can't stop what I'm hearing within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like I'm / paranoid lookin' over my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like a / whirlwind inside of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;like I / can't stop what I'm hearing within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(the face inside is right beneath your skin x4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the sun goes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel the light betray me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the sun goes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its like I'm paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel the light betray me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like a whirlwind inside of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like I'm / paranoid lookin' over my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like a / whirlwind inside of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like I / can't stop what I'm hearing within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like the face inside is right beneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like I'm / paranoid lookin' over my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like a / whirlwind inside of my headIt's like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I / can't stop what I'm hearing within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin&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/543620281049815794-3761177840223941315?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3761177840223941315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=3761177840223941315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3761177840223941315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3761177840223941315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/01/linkin-park-rox-yay-yay-yay.html' title='LINKIN PARK ROX!!!! yay! yay! yay!'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-6014215444424116965</id><published>2009-01-28T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:30:20.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooftops by Lost Prophets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;coolio song...thanx to my dearest sister, chelle(michelle T) yay! love this song!! lolz... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When our time is up&lt;br /&gt;When our lives are done&lt;br /&gt;Will we say we've had our fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we make our mark this time?&lt;br /&gt;Will we always say we tried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;This is all we got now&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love I've met&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;If it all ends now, I'm set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we make our mark this time?&lt;br /&gt;Will we always say we tried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;This is all we got now&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;(Wait until the bombs drop)&lt;br /&gt;This is all we got now&lt;br /&gt;(Scream until your heart stops)&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna regret&lt;br /&gt;(Watching every sunset)&lt;br /&gt;We'll listen to your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;(All the love that we found)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream your heart out [x3]&lt;br /&gt;Scream your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;This is all we got now&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your &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/543620281049815794-6014215444424116965?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/6014215444424116965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=6014215444424116965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6014215444424116965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/6014215444424116965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/01/rooftops-by-lost-prophets-when-our-time.html' title='Rooftops by Lost Prophets'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-1201909260169865773</id><published>2009-01-16T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:14:54.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fav song....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Well, this is my 2009 fav song.....wich, well i only started listenin in 2009, so i declared it my favourite....lolz.... heres the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;this song is called 'Its not Over' by Secondhand Serenade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My tears run down like razorblades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And no, I'm not the one to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's you ' or is it me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all the words we never say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Come out and now we're all ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And there's no sense in playing games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When you've done all you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But now it's over, it's over, why is it over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We had the chance to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now it's over, it's over, it can't be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wish that I could take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I lose myself in all these fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I lose my sense of wrong and right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I cry, I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's shaking from the pain that's in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just wanna crawl into my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And throw away the life I led&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I won't let it die, but I won't let it die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But now it's over, it's over, why is it over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We had the chance to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now it's over, it's over, it can't be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wish that I could take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't say this won't last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't tell me that we will never be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We could be, over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We could be, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't say this won't last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't tell me that we will never be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We could be, over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We could be, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's not over, it's not over, it's never over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Unless you let it take you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's not over, it's not over, it's not over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Unless you let it break you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's not over&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/543620281049815794-1201909260169865773?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-3492140532544282487</id><published>2009-01-04T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:45:05.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnite and goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i noe i haven been writing fer a very long time....haiz...too bad...i wont be on fer a very long time now...gotta study fer the lousy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;.....and the years only beginning.... :( ....haiz....&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if u need to talk&lt;/span&gt; to me....well, you can &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;reach me on my cell&lt;/span&gt;....u noe the number rite....?lol....ask sumbody to ask me for it then.....if i dunno u, i maybe wont reply you....so please state ur name.... :) thank you....aaargh...i feel like im a freakin telephone operator....haha....whatever....dammit...i hate skul....well, who wont...we're talking high skul here....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;High school&lt;/span&gt; is jus borin and well, sumXz its fun.... XP!!! ooooohkkaaaayyy......BYEBYE....luv y'all.... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mmuuaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ps: did i ever mention dat im single ady? lolz...im mus hav left that out....haiz..hiax...believe it or not, i got dumped.....sad rite....i never get dumped b4....its me who does the dumping...lolz....evil... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543620281049815794-3492140532544282487?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/3492140532544282487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=3492140532544282487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3492140532544282487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/3492140532544282487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodnite-and-goodbye.html' title='goodnite and goodbye'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-4364045555470903471</id><published>2008-12-16T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:33:56.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;im so happy im finally back from Sabah....it was like so damn boring wei.....1 week, u noe....i like got sick half way...flu and dry cough.....aaargh...so irritating u noe bein sick and im not even the kind that get sick wan....haiz...baka desu..... :( ..... but now im bttr laa.....blah! spazz!!! haiz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss Johor wei....wen i was in sabah....lol....kk....&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/543620281049815794-4364045555470903471?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4364045555470903471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=4364045555470903471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4364045555470903471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4364045555470903471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-happy-im-finally-back-from-sabah.html' title=''/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-4299391947318716235</id><published>2008-11-28T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:38:18.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay.....so ive just watch Twilight jus now.....and overall, i tink its jus ok....sorry no screaming from me.....i din expect Edward and Bella to be quite boring and Jasper to be like damn zombie.....i tink the only nice part was wen Carlisle entered the hospital.....dat deserves screaming....AHHHHHH!!!!!! YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/carlisle%20cullen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="carlisle cullen Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm5/gx_anime_2008/twilight/twilight9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!! CARLISLE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;......and wenever James appeared, AHHHHH!!!! HOTNESS!!!! Even though he bad guy but he's so damn hot!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/twilight%20james" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="james Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa290/daniemariexoxo/twilight/james.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!!!!JAMES!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Den wen Jacob appeared from behind that tree....prom night with his shirt not tucked in and his tie and his hair.....OMG!!!! CUTENESS!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/jacob%20black" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="jacob black Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq104/kaylar_1020/jacob4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!!!!JACOB!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and then wen they showed Embry at La Push....AHHHH!!! SO CUTE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/embry%20twilight" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 546px" height="777" alt="Embry Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg210/arcdemon12/twilight%20story/Embry.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Embry with short hair!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/embry%20twilight" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Embry Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/Ocean_lover429/Twilight/Embry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Embry b4 turnin Werewolf.....!!!&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/543620281049815794-4299391947318716235?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4299391947318716235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=4299391947318716235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4299391947318716235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4299391947318716235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm5/gx_anime_2008/twilight/th_twilight9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-854000224063984951</id><published>2008-11-28T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:13:44.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>um, should i be happy or sad? hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;see laa....wat type of human am i? i wonder....haiz.....i cant get my heart broken...its so damn fragile.....but apparently HE don't understan....AARGH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE HIM SO MUCH!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;um, so im finally single....again....ooooowwwhhhhkkkaaaayyyy...... wud laa.....okay, so now we come to the question/topic of this debate: my head vs my heart vs my feelings !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;head say sad, heart say happy, feelings is just so damn confused....okay, so its actually like this: I like him, but i dont like him.....i wanna break up wit him but wen the subject comes up, i do not wanna go through it....but we're nt 2gether now....so sad or happy? hmmmmm....die lar like dis....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if i choose sad, I'll be crying.......if i choose happy, i'll be mad......haiz....if i choose confused, well i'll be confused and more like a train wreck than human....SO CONFUSED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haiz....whatever laaaa!&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/543620281049815794-854000224063984951?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/854000224063984951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=854000224063984951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/854000224063984951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/854000224063984951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-should-i-be-happy-or-sad-hmmmm.html' title='um, should i be happy or sad? hmmmm...'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-252153215482914690</id><published>2008-11-23T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:43:19.039+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;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yay! i js came back from cameron highlands......and im proud of myself.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I DIN GET SICK!!! yay!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I had a great time there....was so awesome...... :)....i met a few friends there.....and the weird thing was i so a guy that looks exactly like AJ...lol.....weird.....but cute.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then, we bought new jackets...yay! mine got hood!!! love it.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dammit, i dunno wud to write....lol....kk....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271878792996920706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apgd1-lqLLw/SSl51KN_HYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TlxraPGeubY/s320/gussuri+oyasumi...sleep+tight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;!!!GUSSURI OYASUMI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;...,Sleep tight,...&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/543620281049815794-252153215482914690?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/252153215482914690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=252153215482914690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/252153215482914690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/252153215482914690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apgd1-lqLLw/SSl51KN_HYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TlxraPGeubY/s72-c/gussuri+oyasumi...sleep+tight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-4797223986186539958</id><published>2008-11-17T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:45:29.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i stand corrected...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dammit....i have to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!!!!I LOVE PAG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I din expect to like it....It came as a surprise to me....I learned so much there...It was so awesome!! I was so happy to be in the same group with Roderick, Michelle Natasha and ISAAC COOL ASS!!! lol.... :) :) .....and MEL  O!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I learned so much from my team members and i really shared everything i had to them...I felt better after tellin them wud i felt...I even got closer with the people ther...like Chris, Joachim, Nicolette, Jazreel, Louisa, Eric and a few others.....I felt better getting to know them inside than wud i see from them outside.... I guess the outside wrapping is not very important at all...Its the gift inside which is important.... THANX ANNABEL!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;By gettin to noe everyone inside....I realize Rebecca is actually Awesome....She is not that a B**** as wud ppl like to tell me...I actually like her...She's a great person, I like her.... :D ....Becca, if you're readin this, Iwould like to say that you're so AWESOME and very pretty....lol :) .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I also realized that one of my closest friend was not wud i tot of her....I thought she is a good friend, who will alwayz stick wit u....but she is so different than wud i tot.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Overall, I love camp!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RISEMM ALL THE WAY!!!!&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/543620281049815794-4797223986186539958?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/4797223986186539958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=4797223986186539958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4797223986186539958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/4797223986186539958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-stand-corrected.html' title='i stand corrected...'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543620281049815794.post-2452953626628660747</id><published>2008-11-13T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:48:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dammit...i'll be going to PAG camp 2moro....i dun tink i'll like it la wei...got sharing and i hate to share.... =P!!!! ..........letz c lar....i'll post wen im back.... k? :) .....&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/543620281049815794-2452953626628660747?l=wasbetrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/2452953626628660747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543620281049815794&amp;postID=2452953626628660747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2452953626628660747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543620281049815794/posts/default/2452953626628660747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasbetrayed.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmm'/><author><name>StephanieAlstonia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386287997191840771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QbMCCjFuc/TZhzUOMs6QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jkn9XxrYYS8/s220/TenryujiBuilding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
