<?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-7920544999377975609</id><updated>2011-10-05T09:09:03.102+08:00</updated><category term='do you ever understand'/><category term='i learn to swallow all my emotions into my stomach'/><category term='give me back my health'/><category term='the first time you walk the extra mile for me'/><category term='dont hurt my heart'/><category term='i am not alone'/><category term='when you&apos;re gone pieces of my heart is missing you'/><category term='i am your worst girlfriend'/><category term='i smiled'/><category term='just stopped showing.'/><category term='i love you too much'/><category term='pon and zi'/><category term='2 year.'/><category term='C'/><category term='i want you to be happy'/><category term='Make the love count'/><category term='i will show what i feel and say what i want and i want to say to you that you are the one'/><category term='i will never forget what we have gone through'/><category term='Because I have my reasons.'/><category term='dont ask me what did you lied about ask yourself'/><category term='roses mean remember.'/><category term='If i were to tell you iloveyou what will you do'/><category term='I deserve to smile'/><category term='I am nothing.'/><category term='since you dont give a fuck about me neither will i care'/><category term='i have done what i promised.'/><category term='i may seems strong but infact i am weaker than you know'/><category term='i am not afraid of loving you'/><category term='痛 你 了 解 吗'/><category term='even though i saw you in the morning but i miss you'/><category term='i cant imagine what will happen to us'/><category term='i have told you everything'/><category term='i will be waiting'/><category term='do you realise i am missing you here'/><category term='a night  to desire.'/><category term='i love you deeply and quietly in my heart'/><category term='empty surrounding'/><category term='vivian tng'/><category term='you stab and i suffer sliently'/><category term='wo yi ran shi ai ni de'/><category term='We will go through all obstacles together'/><category term='i miss you'/><category term='♥ the second time we spend a night together'/><category term='slient might just be my best friend'/><category term='for the first time'/><category term='It&apos;s not possible to walk out of your shadow.'/><category term='give me back what is mine'/><category term='i am thinking way too much'/><category term='Do you think it&apos;s my fault?'/><category term='now that you are gone i wanna be left alone'/><category term='will i ever get a chance to see you again?'/><category term='when you said you wont'/><category term='CINDERALLA without her glass shoes'/><category term='paranoid'/><category term='Without you'/><category term='i dont get what was wrong with you'/><category term='i promise'/><category term='karen is a supergirl~'/><category term='just single.'/><category term='QTSS the first place we met'/><category term='but what have we gone through?'/><category term='nobody understands me the way you do'/><category term='i am being replaced'/><category term='yes i love limdexing'/><category term='i will earse the date on my calander because you dont remember.'/><category term='tonights rain was the tears i shed.'/><category term='I turn the facts to shitn I am super woman'/><category term='I want to smile again'/><category term='i only want YOU'/><category term='missyxCINERELLA'/><category term='我知道你也不能带我回到那个地方'/><category term='I&apos;m the girl who will brag about you to all of my friends'/><category term='I love you more then yesterday less then tomorrow.'/><category term='stupid wednesday'/><category term='you dont feel the pain i do'/><category term='alamak'/><category term='I think i need you now.'/><category term='i want to smile with you'/><category term='a sudden thought made me realise that actually friendship is this fragile'/><category term='The last romance you gave me was &quot; i miss you &quot;'/><category term='&quot;love you&quot; do you still do or just saying?'/><category term='emotions within me'/><category term='i am losing you more and more each day'/><category term='i always feel safe and secured with you around'/><category term='you are not mine to hold'/><category term='i will miss you when i am gone'/><category term='no pain no gain'/><category term='do you really love me'/><category term='you made who i am today'/><category term='silly love'/><category term='woman multiply things you give her crap she will give you shit'/><category term='the scar is there'/><category term='Sometimes all a person need is a hand to hold and a  heart to understand'/><category term='Dont tell me what not to do when you are doing the same thing as me too'/><category term='A dream that made you waked'/><category term='i am glad you called me your girlfriend'/><category term='finally i am falling'/><category term='True love is for someone who accpet you for who you are'/><category term='you are why i was feeling sad today'/><category term='who i am NOW is better than who i USED to be'/><category term='this time is cause of you'/><category term='all your words are proven by your actions'/><category term='why does it bother you about how many &quot;girls&quot; you have in your bloodly fb'/><category term='1year9months'/><category term='i need someone to talk to'/><category term='time is all i need'/><category term='Inkheart.'/><category term='HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY'/><category term='leave me alone'/><category term='plurk speaks out my thought'/><category term='I am happier with you around'/><category term='if i tell you i love you can i keep you?'/><category term='prove it to me'/><category term='strong front'/><category term='I love the way you do'/><category term='please?'/><category term='I did not stop loving you'/><category term='today is a bad day.'/><category term='I&apos;ll remember that feeling for the rest of my life.'/><category term='and it wont recover'/><category term='Perfect Wedding'/><category term='i am trusting you and giving you my heart all over again'/><category term='我的心一直属于你'/><category term='i want to be worth every truth'/><category term='love me'/><category term='karen lai'/><category term='在你怀里的微笑-杨丞琳'/><category term='i am hurt again by you'/><category term='kept checking my phone for your text'/><category term='spongebob square pants'/><category term='you are not there when i turn around'/><category term='17 again'/><category term='i know nobody reads thats why i post.'/><category term='i miss being yours'/><category term='i know you are better.'/><category term='tell me why'/><category term='i never stop loving you but i have to learn to live without you'/><category term='a day to remember'/><category term='she needs to take a break'/><category term='you are the reason for me to smile'/><category term='I am curious abbout what you wanna tell me'/><category term='i am glad you are here with me'/><category term='where are you when i need you now? quarreling with me'/><category term='calander that marks july 25'/><category term='dont take life to seriously cause you will not walk out alive'/><category term='the tenth circle'/><category term='The way you fit into my arms at night'/><category term='nothing will turn back'/><category term='If i had you you will be the only thing i need'/><category term='i am willing to forsake my health'/><category term='I dont know how much longer can i stay strong'/><category term='LIMDEXING'/><category term='fuck you'/><category term='you are all i desire for'/><category term='If a hug represented how much I loved you I would hold you in my arms forever.'/><category term='i will be waiting till the day comes'/><category term='nothing on you nothing on me'/><category term='i waited for you the whole day but this is the case forget it'/><category term='its life'/><category term='i wish to tell you i miss you'/><category term='am i a need or a want?'/><category term='you?'/><category term='i await for something that doesnt return'/><category term='if we could be more silly.'/><category term='thinking of you'/><category term='actions speaks louder than words'/><category term='you hear me but you dont listen'/><category term='tell me that you love me and i will be alright'/><category term='failure'/><category term='silly baby and silly mash'/><category term='never regret being with you  ♥'/><category term='Never make the one you love feel alone especially when you&apos;re there.'/><category term='31 july 2010'/><title type='text'>KARENL</title><subtitle type='html'>What must I say to let you understand that you are the most important thing in my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>486</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-996948944016593107</id><published>2011-09-09T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T19:32:11.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我想对你说：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t take advantage of her kindness, even though you already have.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hurt her. Girls don’t ask for much, just a moment of your time, a hand to hold, shoulder to cry on, and ears that will actually listen.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t expect you to be perfect because she already thinks your perfect for her.&lt;br /&gt;Your imperfections just makes her love you more and more.&lt;br /&gt;So don’t hurt her, because she dropped her guard for you.&lt;br /&gt;Love her because she loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask your girlfriend if you can do something and she says yes, it doesn’t always mean sure, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Yes she trusts you, she just doesn’t always trust the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;She’s not territorial.&lt;br /&gt;She’s not controlling.&lt;br /&gt;She just likes you, wants you to stay, and is just being the normal, caring, loving, will-do-anything type of girlfriend she is.&lt;br /&gt;So don’t break promises, even though she knows you will.&lt;br /&gt;So don’t ignore her, even though she knows sometimes you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your girlfriend isn’t clingy because she cares.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t psycho because she wants to know who your with.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t doubtful because she fears losing you.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t insecure because she thinks another girl isn’t pretty.&lt;br /&gt;She isn’t boring because you don’t see her dolled up anymore, she just feels comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t blame her if she doesn’t call you all the time, she doesn’t want you to think she’s crazy.&lt;br /&gt;She just wants you to have some space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-996948944016593107?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/996948944016593107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=996948944016593107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/996948944016593107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/996948944016593107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-take-advantage-of-her-kindness.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-5253905382495587704</id><published>2011-08-14T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:43:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-5253905382495587704?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5253905382495587704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=5253905382495587704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5253905382495587704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5253905382495587704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-3695930224205952775</id><published>2011-08-09T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:31:07.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missyxCINERELLA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbS3UzvfavE/TkC2Q5NIkmI/AAAAAAAACQc/UgJ1Nmjzuuw/s1600/226054_247187125304387_100000393052096_840215_6647842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638707134817931874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbS3UzvfavE/TkC2Q5NIkmI/AAAAAAAACQc/UgJ1Nmjzuuw/s320/226054_247187125304387_100000393052096_840215_6647842_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Once upon a time there lived an unhappy young girl. Her mother was dead and her father had married a widow with two daughters. Her stepmother didn't like her one little bit. All her kind thoughts and loving touches were for her own daughters. Nothing was too good for them - dresses, shoes, delicious food, soft beds, and every home comfort.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But, for the poor unhappy girl, there was nothing at all. No dresses, only her stepsisters’ hand-me-downs. No lovely dishes, nothing but scraps. No rest and no comfort. She had to work hard all day. Only when evening came was she allowed to sit for a while by the fire, near the cinders. That’s why everybody called her &lt;u&gt;Cinderella&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cinderella used to spend long hours all alone talking to the cat. The cat said, . Miaow. , which really meant, . Cheer up! You have something neither of your stepsisters has and that is beauty.. It was quite true. Cinderella, even dressed in old rags, was a lovely girl. While her stepsisters, no matter how splendid and elegant their clothes, were still clumsy, lumpy and ugly and always would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;One day, beautiful new dresses arrived at the house. A ball was to be held at the palace and the stepsisters were getting ready to go. Cinderella didn't even dare ask if she could go too. She knew very well what the answer would be: . You? You're staying at home to wash the dishes, scrub the floors and turn down the beds for your stepsisters. They will come home tired and very sleepy.. Cinderella sighed, . Oh dear, I'm so unhappy!. and the cat murmured . Miaow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Suddenly something amazing happened. As Cinderella was sitting all alone, there was a burst of light and a fairy appeared. . Don't be alarmed, Cinderella,. said the fairy. . I know you would love to go to the ball. And so you shall!. . How can I, dressed in rags?. Cinderella replied. . The servants will turn me away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The fairy smiled. With a flick of her magic wand Cinderella found herself wearing the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. . Now for your coach,. said the fairy; "A real lady would never go to a ball on foot! Quick! Get me a pumpkin!. . Oh of course,. said Cinderella, rushing away. Then the fairy turned to the cat. . You, bring me seven mice, and, remember they must be alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cinderella soon returned with the pumpkin and the cat with seven mice he had caught in the cellar. With a flick of the magic wand the pumpkin turned into a sparkling coach and the mice became six white horses, while the seventh mouse turned into a coachman in a smart uniform and carrying a whip. Cinderella could hardly believe her eyes.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cinderella had a wonderful time at the ball until she heard the first stroke of midnight! She remembered what the fairy had said, and without a word of goodbye she slipped from the Prince. s arms and ran down the steps. As she ran she lost one of her slippers, but not for a moment did she dream of stopping to pick it up! If the last stroke of midnight were to sound... oh... what a disaster that would be! Out she fled and vanished into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince, who was now madly in love with her, picked up the slipper and said to his ministers, “Go and search everywhere for the girl whose foot this slipper fits. I will never be content until I find her!”&lt;br /&gt;So the ministers tried the slipper on the foot of every girl in the land until only Cinderella was left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That awful untidy girl simply cannot have been at the ball, snapped the stepmother. . Tell the Prince he ought to marry one of my two daughters! Can't you see how ugly Cinderella is?. But, to everyone. s amazement, the shoe fitted perfectly. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the fairy appeared and waved her magic wand. In a flash, Cinderella appeared in a splendid dress, shining with youth and beauty. Her stepmother and stepsisters gaped at her in amazement, and the ministers said, "Come with us Cinderella! The Prince is waiting for you." &lt;i&gt;So Cinderella married the Prince and lived happily ever.&lt;/i&gt; As for the cat, he just said "Miaow!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-3695930224205952775?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/3695930224205952775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=3695930224205952775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3695930224205952775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3695930224205952775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-matter-how-your-heart-is-grieving-if.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbS3UzvfavE/TkC2Q5NIkmI/AAAAAAAACQc/UgJ1Nmjzuuw/s72-c/226054_247187125304387_100000393052096_840215_6647842_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-4421228697679628266</id><published>2011-08-07T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:40:13.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcg2C9jEdVU/Tj5Y32RB3lI/AAAAAAAACQU/Nc7dXuHNJyU/s1600/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638041499997429330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcg2C9jEdVU/Tj5Y32RB3lI/AAAAAAAACQU/Nc7dXuHNJyU/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Love is doing stupid things together."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou for the memorise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THankyou for the laughs &amp;amp; tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou for the small heart attack you give me once in a awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou for all the small smiles you always give me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-4421228697679628266?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/4421228697679628266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=4421228697679628266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/4421228697679628266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/4421228697679628266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-is-doing-stupid-things-together.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcg2C9jEdVU/Tj5Y32RB3lI/AAAAAAAACQU/Nc7dXuHNJyU/s72-c/IMG_1400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-8782059772217293804</id><published>2011-08-06T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T20:40:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgbFEq_FrbI/Tj00_zBNwbI/AAAAAAAACQM/-nFJTTtDU-A/s1600/284260_221914791187725_100001076170330_625076_538518_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637720579169436082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgbFEq_FrbI/Tj00_zBNwbI/AAAAAAAACQM/-nFJTTtDU-A/s320/284260_221914791187725_100001076170330_625076_538518_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously hate my blogger. Cannot change font size and colour, stupid dumb shit !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway :D went out to with pearlyn liew today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laogong ah! cannot chiong club ok ^^ your birthday I pei you chiong again &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Its life, good things don't come again twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once it's gone, it will be gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when it's in your hand, take care of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's leaving, don't be sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile and let it leave."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-8782059772217293804?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/8782059772217293804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=8782059772217293804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8782059772217293804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8782059772217293804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-seriously-hate-my-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgbFEq_FrbI/Tj00_zBNwbI/AAAAAAAACQM/-nFJTTtDU-A/s72-c/284260_221914791187725_100001076170330_625076_538518_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-9035830663149666665</id><published>2011-08-03T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:08:55.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxAswfiCQyM/TjlkFarYd_I/AAAAAAAACQE/_20sCqPqVd8/s1600/183540_10150126501534169_55821604168_6109408_4001636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6_8tEVWSjs/TjlMhUkCHuI/AAAAAAAACP8/I9yLNZcT_Vo/s1600/167469_176543175712983_117475048286463_452882_7450785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636620543970123490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6_8tEVWSjs/TjlMhUkCHuI/AAAAAAAACP8/I9yLNZcT_Vo/s320/167469_176543175712983_117475048286463_452882_7450785_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;男人真正了解女人有多少呢？珍惜与苛护不是只用说的哦..&lt;br /&gt;其实女人在意的不是那个东西，而是男人的那颗真心..男人，难道你们不懂吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-5990652727888244450?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5990652727888244450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-6342336250289901646?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/6342336250289901646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=6342336250289901646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6342336250289901646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6342336250289901646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuq3-OyJrWk/TjK5OeNkKzI/AAAAAAAACPs/wJBYrughW7w/s320/tumblr_lgvppvnvrH1qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escaping nights without you with shadows on the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind is running wild tryin hard not to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You told me that you love me but say I’m just a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart is broken up into pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos i know i’ll never free my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it’s trapped between true love and being alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my eyes are closed the greatest story told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke and my dreams are shattered here on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why oh why tell me why not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why oh why we were meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby i know i could be all you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why oh why oh why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you only knew how much i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after tomorrow I’ll still be around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To catch you when you fall and ever let you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you say that we’re forever our love will never end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve tried to come up but it’s drowning me to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you’ll never feel my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s trapped between true love and being alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when my eyes are closed the greatest story told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke and my dreams are shattered here on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me baby why oh why tell me why not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why oh why we were meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby i know i could be all you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;why oh why oh why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you only knew how much i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won’t ever know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How far we can go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won’t ever know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How far we can go (go)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh why tell me why not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;why oh why we were meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby I know I could be all you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why oh why oh why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why oh why tell me why not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why oh why we were meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby I know I could be all you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why oh why oh why oh why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you only knew how much I love yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so why not me(why not me, why not me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-8465640514296532044?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/8465640514296532044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1578600983423957672</id><published>2011-07-29T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T01:49:25.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4E3T70vOZ0k/TjGfixmcUtI/AAAAAAAACPk/q7GndF3rkkg/s1600/IMG_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634460028596146898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4E3T70vOZ0k/TjGfixmcUtI/AAAAAAAACPk/q7GndF3rkkg/s320/IMG_1327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If you love me, don't push me away.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1578600983423957672?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1578600983423957672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1578600983423957672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1578600983423957672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1578600983423957672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-you-love-me-dont-push-me-away.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4E3T70vOZ0k/TjGfixmcUtI/AAAAAAAACPk/q7GndF3rkkg/s72-c/IMG_1327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-6191722180962275026</id><published>2011-07-27T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:03:14.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am not afraid of loving you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-u8wqPeEGs/TjAJ0vBuAmI/AAAAAAAACPc/gsZEBtKDzv4/s1600/262939_263889003624457_100000100790073_1236482_4560745_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634013935422014050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-u8wqPeEGs/TjAJ0vBuAmI/AAAAAAAACPc/gsZEBtKDzv4/s320/262939_263889003624457_100000100790073_1236482_4560745_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A smile ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can change how people feel towards you.&lt;br /&gt;can make another smile.&lt;br /&gt;can make others fall in love with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-6191722180962275026?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/6191722180962275026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=6191722180962275026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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DO YOU MISS ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been don't know how many doney, rain &amp;amp; shine days I have not blog. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Many things have happen. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Smile, cries, love, sorrows.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is life :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;For school : Its been 4 months since I started. Everything has gone well.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The new people I met who has came into my life. The friends I regret knowing. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The life of having to go school every early morning and nothing to do after 3 hrs of school.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;For friends: The few people I never regret knowing made my life better. It made me worth rremembering and look foward to school everyday. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Like Yinghui, she waits for me every morning to go to school.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The other friends like shahril and alloy, just make yinghui and my days a cherry on top of an icecream. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Life has never been than now, for the people who made me know what love is.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;For the people who was there to make me smile and laugh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;For the people who was there to help me when I break down.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;For the people who was there to help me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;For the people who made my life better.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THANKYOU. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-2134439155722572804?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/2134439155722572804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=2134439155722572804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2134439155722572804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2134439155722572804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-do-you-miss-me-its-been-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfwQ8DzFZfM/TiwbbVlZvuI/AAAAAAAACPU/xaO8Pj9N7Kw/s72-c/282018_10150266455352103_658602102_7337554_5412618_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-9116974002425658213</id><published>2011-05-24T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:28:07.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8-PEq2k8bog/TduWO5lrT_I/AAAAAAAACO4/RN2eBDqpemg/s1600/love_is____cuddling__by_hjstory-d2w2los.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8-PEq2k8bog/TduWO5lrT_I/AAAAAAAACO4/RN2eBDqpemg/s320/love_is____cuddling__by_hjstory-d2w2los.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610242943541268466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't need all the riches on the world.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need all the fames on the world.&lt;br /&gt;All I need is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&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/7920544999377975609-9116974002425658213?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/9116974002425658213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=9116974002425658213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/9116974002425658213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/9116974002425658213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dont-need-all-riches-on-world.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8-PEq2k8bog/TduWO5lrT_I/AAAAAAAACO4/RN2eBDqpemg/s72-c/love_is____cuddling__by_hjstory-d2w2los.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-634205753129537342</id><published>2011-05-14T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:11:58.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EmYK7I09H4I/Tc6owKSNO0I/AAAAAAAACOo/DDQCcIeHI8M/s1600/tumblr_lkmtmjqp4Y1qaobbko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606604131470752578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EmYK7I09H4I/Tc6owKSNO0I/AAAAAAAACOo/DDQCcIeHI8M/s320/tumblr_lkmtmjqp4Y1qaobbko1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could run,&lt;br /&gt;away from this ship going under&lt;br /&gt;just trying to help&lt;br /&gt;hurt everyone else&lt;br /&gt;now I feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can you do when your good isn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;and all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;cause my best intentions&lt;br /&gt;keep making a mess of things,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;but how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right, to get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I start again, with my fate shaken?&lt;br /&gt;cause I can't go back and endure this&lt;br /&gt;I just have to stay and face my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;but if I get stronger and wiser, I'll get through this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can you do when your good isn't good enough?&lt;br /&gt;and all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;but how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I throw up my fists, throw a punch in the air,&lt;br /&gt;and accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I'll send down a wish and I'll send up a prayer&lt;br /&gt;and finally someone will see how much I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can you do when you're good isn't good enough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;but how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-634205753129537342?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/634205753129537342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=634205753129537342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/634205753129537342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/634205753129537342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-have-i-done-i-wish-i-could-run.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EmYK7I09H4I/Tc6owKSNO0I/AAAAAAAACOo/DDQCcIeHI8M/s72-c/tumblr_lkmtmjqp4Y1qaobbko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-6407951151792630055</id><published>2011-05-05T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:23:01.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHxwk0xYkTk/TcIlZUX5hLI/AAAAAAAACOg/e3bmli86mWQ/s1600/222231_10150186623087103_658602102_6722548_7683343_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603082003298223282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHxwk0xYkTk/TcIlZUX5hLI/AAAAAAAACOg/e3bmli86mWQ/s320/222231_10150186623087103_658602102_6722548_7683343_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O CU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IR&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;EB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;IR&lt;/span&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/7920544999377975609-6407951151792630055?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/6407951151792630055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=6407951151792630055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6407951151792630055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6407951151792630055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/05/he-ll-o-cu-rl-ha-ir-by-eb-ye-st-ri-ag.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHxwk0xYkTk/TcIlZUX5hLI/AAAAAAAACOg/e3bmli86mWQ/s72-c/222231_10150186623087103_658602102_6722548_7683343_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1352548637591651466</id><published>2011-04-07T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:50:24.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1b1ByjFucOg/TZ2gvhbo2EI/AAAAAAAACNA/RPMuH_2fXmc/s1600/IMG_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1b1ByjFucOg/TZ2gvhbo2EI/AAAAAAAACNA/RPMuH_2fXmc/s320/IMG_0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592803050552612930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;v&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;g&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;n. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Baby's been inside going a months time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And all this while between now &amp;amp; then, I realize why many girls left their guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And why girls tend to be closer to their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As we grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lollipops became cigg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Soft drinks became alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The innocent ones turn into sluts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mobile phones are being used in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Detention becomes suspension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bikes become cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kisses turn into sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The prettiest thing you have was a piece of dress in your closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When the proudest thing to do was to hold your dad's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Your all time best friend was your mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When being happy when your parents buy you stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Your worst enemies were your siblings.&lt;br /&gt;And quarrel was only with your siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Race issues were about who ran the fastest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;War was only a card game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I use to think its the people I mix with, until one day they back me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I use to think its the people who always back me up, until one day they left one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I always think its the people who stand by me, until I realize who really actually stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I always think its the people who actually stay, until some started to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And I now realize, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;friends are the one who has always been backing me up no matter right or wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Never left me even if we lost contact, always think of me &amp;amp; actually cared about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And now I met a friend like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Those who left and think its me who left and walk out of a friendship, think again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've learnt how to stop pretending,&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt how to pick myself up after each fall.&lt;br /&gt;I've learn that every choice you make has a risk,&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never be able to really make it if you're afraid to try.&lt;br /&gt;I stop being afraid, I tried, and I fell.&lt;br /&gt;But the most important part is picking yourself up after each fall.&lt;br /&gt;Hang on and have faith,&lt;br /&gt;for one day, the sun will shine for you again.&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/7920544999377975609-1352548637591651466?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1352548637591651466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1352548637591651466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1352548637591651466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1352548637591651466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-v-e-r-y-s-i-n-g-p-o-r-e-n-s-o-n.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1b1ByjFucOg/TZ2gvhbo2EI/AAAAAAAACNA/RPMuH_2fXmc/s72-c/IMG_0671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-5757218366895876049</id><published>2011-03-31T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:20:13.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPPk0GcMd2k/TZRVTjc3cGI/AAAAAAAACJE/Y9g4O4k4epc/s1600/tumblr_lfluammhxj1qzilpso1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPPk0GcMd2k/TZRVTjc3cGI/AAAAAAAACJE/Y9g4O4k4epc/s320/tumblr_lfluammhxj1qzilpso1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590186831895818338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A young boy and a young girl were playing tag at school on the  playground. The girl accidentally stepped on her shoelaces while running  and it untied. She became distressed because she didn’t know how to tie  them, however, the boy knew how. He said, “My mommy taught me how to  tie my shoes! I can teach you!” and crouched on the grass to knot her  laces. Step-by-step, he taught her how, and she smiled really big  saying, “Thanks!” The two immediately began playing again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Over time, they had become really close. In fact, they had been  dating for many years and fell in love. One night, after a romantic  dinner date, the couple left on their way home. While walking, the guy  purposely stepped on the girl’s shoelaces and it untied. She stopped,  groaned, and was about to get down to knot them. The guy said, “Don’t  worry. I got it,” and bent down on one knee to tie it. While tying her  shoes, the girl laughed and said, “Do you remember, you were the one who  taught me how to tie my laces when we were kids? Weren’t you the  sweetest little thing!” The guy, while listening, smiled. “You taught me  a lot since then!” she said. He finished tying her shoes and looked up  at her. “What?” she asked. He said, “You taught me things too.” Still on  one knee, he took out a ring from his pocket and held it out, “You  taught me that the happiest moments of my life have always been with you  and that I’d be stupid if I didn’t spend the rest of my life with you  as my wife,” he smiled, “Will you marry me?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-5757218366895876049?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5757218366895876049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=5757218366895876049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5757218366895876049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5757218366895876049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/03/young-boy-and-young-girl-were-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPPk0GcMd2k/TZRVTjc3cGI/AAAAAAAACJE/Y9g4O4k4epc/s72-c/tumblr_lfluammhxj1qzilpso1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-6199382819367142603</id><published>2011-03-30T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T16:31:25.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lko_b-L2jC4/TZLqPCVtb6I/AAAAAAAACI8/Z6dSkITA6dM/s1600/tumblr_lhdhy4y7D01qesordo1_250_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lko_b-L2jC4/TZLqPCVtb6I/AAAAAAAACI8/Z6dSkITA6dM/s320/tumblr_lhdhy4y7D01qesordo1_250_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589787631567073186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a girl who wanna feel love not once, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but everytime(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-6199382819367142603?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/6199382819367142603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=6199382819367142603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6199382819367142603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6199382819367142603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-girl-who-wanna-feel-love-not-once.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lko_b-L2jC4/TZLqPCVtb6I/AAAAAAAACI8/Z6dSkITA6dM/s72-c/tumblr_lhdhy4y7D01qesordo1_250_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-5281154294882090441</id><published>2011-03-14T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:37:36.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy7GBMPh_Jw/TX4yMQQRXAI/AAAAAAAACI0/t1CNZjC8g6Q/s1600/DSC01174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583955774089026562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy7GBMPh_Jw/TX4yMQQRXAI/AAAAAAAACI0/t1CNZjC8g6Q/s320/DSC01174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Baby, I know you are enlisting tmr. What I can do for the last time I have done. I hope you will do well inside. I am gonna miss you out here withput a single douth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But baby, plesae don't forget me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will be waiting for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I remember your promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I will be waiting.&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/7920544999377975609-5281154294882090441?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5281154294882090441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=5281154294882090441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5281154294882090441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5281154294882090441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/03/b-b-y-y-o-u-r-e-o-n-e-i-n-m-i-l-l-i-o-n.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy7GBMPh_Jw/TX4yMQQRXAI/AAAAAAAACI0/t1CNZjC8g6Q/s72-c/DSC01174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-942852023411967999</id><published>2011-03-10T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:12:54.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KU7GK8DirE4/TXjXGSFcZvI/AAAAAAAACIs/l8EGJTp7s5w/s1600/IMG_0094.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582448241059587826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KU7GK8DirE4/TXjXGSFcZvI/AAAAAAAACIs/l8EGJTp7s5w/s320/IMG_0094.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 1YEAR ANNIVERSARY! ♥&lt;/strong&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;Went to surprised baby girl @ her school. She cried, just as I expected :&gt; Ofcause I surprised her not to see her cry, but just to do something special on our first year (: I heared her yelling "OMG!" from outside the classroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SHe hugged me &amp;amp; SQUEEZE me realy tight! As if I am gonna fly off like a balloon ^^v Silly girl eh :D Gave her all the presents actually didn't wanna give her the plastic bag, but on the second thought I still gave her the plastic bag xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Talked with her awhile and start fanning her with tissue cause she was touched &amp;amp; she started crying like a silly kid (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Than her friends ( I assume) was around us and one girl came over and ask her what happened as if like I bullied her??? But I don't think you will see people bully others with gifts all on the hands?? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gave her the whole pack of tissue cause I am afriad that she wont stop crying :x left her and headed 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="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Silly girl, its our first year so it marks how far we have came this far. After everything we can start to meet up &amp;amp; have our talk cock session &amp;amp; photo spam :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ALthought now we have go sperate ways and went to different schools but we will still remain the same *pinky promise* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Even thought your name doesn't appear on my phone anymore like it use to be but you will always be in my heart ♥&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;Your Love, Baby Girl&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/7920544999377975609-942852023411967999?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/942852023411967999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=942852023411967999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/942852023411967999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/942852023411967999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-1year-anniversary-ofcause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KU7GK8DirE4/TXjXGSFcZvI/AAAAAAAACIs/l8EGJTp7s5w/s72-c/IMG_0094.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1963514728506344145</id><published>2011-03-07T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:14:55.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dqSGU-ZJDPI/TXRIRDf8FnI/AAAAAAAACIk/JlIBYgrszLM/s1600/190088_10150119312797103_658602102_6249735_4544647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dqSGU-ZJDPI/TXRIRDf8FnI/AAAAAAAACIk/JlIBYgrszLM/s320/190088_10150119312797103_658602102_6249735_4544647_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581165296053130866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.E&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;.E&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.N&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.A&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;.G.E&lt;/span&gt; D&lt;/span&gt;.R&lt;/span&gt;.E&lt;/span&gt;.A&lt;/span&gt;.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Day 14-Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;They drift off for a reason. If they chose to leave &amp;amp; not stay, I don't see why I should stay in the past and not move on to the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I am gonna miss my boyf after the day he enlist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A childhood friend, she migrate to Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;She was kinda called Cheryl or something. Use to play around &amp;amp; my mum will think that I got missing :D But actually we went up to run around in the old building stairs &amp;amp; play around the magic store. Met her once she came back from Australia, but after that until now I have never met her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Be back the same person I use to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;My boyf &amp;amp;  my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIM DE XING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1963514728506344145?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1963514728506344145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1963514728506344145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1963514728506344145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1963514728506344145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/03/t.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dqSGU-ZJDPI/TXRIRDf8FnI/AAAAAAAACIk/JlIBYgrszLM/s72-c/190088_10150119312797103_658602102_6249735_4544647_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-7528237844771992576</id><published>2011-03-01T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:18:03.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;KJ-What happened that time is over, I no longer hate you. But I purely hope you don't appear in my life anymore. Like the saying goes-"I don't hate you, but you were caught on fire I will drink the water down." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C-I am sorry the way I treated you. I know you hate me, but I told you before that you are worth someone better than me. You will get someone better than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-NIL-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I wish I could you. I have him &amp;amp; I wish I had the ability to meet you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am sorry for what I have done to you, but you will have better life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;PEARLYN LIEW &amp;amp; VIVIAN TNG!&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we will be as close as before (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My grandma's mum. I have only seen you in photo but not real life. I am sure if you were alive you will have many story's to tell me too (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Will think of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry baby, I wish you were better there.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I didn't show you the light, but please be a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-7528237844771992576?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/7528237844771992576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=7528237844771992576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7528237844771992576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7528237844771992576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-your-ex-boyfriendgirlfriendlovecr.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-5807707962853129559</id><published>2011-02-22T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:09:23.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I have big dreams! But not all are realistic, so not to talk all than (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, this guy at Istana park whom I met. Let me remember him till today. But I never saw his face clearly nor get his name. But till today I still remember him. To the stranger out there, if you ever still remember me tell me. I would really wanna know who you are (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-5807707962853129559?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5807707962853129559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=5807707962853129559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5807707962853129559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5807707962853129559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5-your-dreams-i-have-big-dreams-but.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-7925602206063271637</id><published>2011-02-20T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:40:50.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;With a little maigc dust, the perfect enviroment &amp;amp; the smallest action. I will always remember you. I will never let you know about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou mummy &amp;amp; daddy. Despite of all the things I have done thankyou for forgiving me &amp;amp; helping me to clear my mess, I Love You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother always seems to be elder brother to me. Because he learn the things I shouldn't have done. Thus he thinks more than me. Thankyou for being my "elder brother"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-7925602206063271637?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/7925602206063271637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=7925602206063271637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7925602206063271637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7925602206063271637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2-your-crush-with-little-maigc-dust.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-3694896632265916349</id><published>2011-02-17T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:08:27.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I saw this from a friend's blog and was bored, so decided to do this too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp; I am gonna start from today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;I had a few best friends who I always thought treated me well.&lt;br /&gt;But as time goes by, I realise actually they were just fake enough to accept.&lt;br /&gt;But till today, I never forget about them.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I didn't appear in their life anymore is simply cause, I don't bother to care.&lt;br /&gt;If they need me, I will help them within my means.&lt;br /&gt;But girls, thankyou for making my secondary school life worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for you, like I said, I will always be here as long as you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PEARLYN LIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She is those one of the kind who will stand beside me regardless of I am right or wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Even if I am wrong she will tell me not to go wrong too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She practially stands in my shoes and think for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And she is my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;VIVIAN TNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Althought the time knowing her was short, but was enough to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This silly girl will chose everything pink and go around like some siao ahlian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I may not dote her that much, but I love her enough to stand in her shoes and think for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She will be sad just because we can't meet up or I am sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Because of her sillyness, I kinda turn into her mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But yet she is my baby girl (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-3694896632265916349?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/3694896632265916349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=3694896632265916349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3694896632265916349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3694896632265916349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-saw-this-from-friends-blog-and-was.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-6098122312116927474</id><published>2011-02-11T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T02:54:21.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karen lai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vivian tng'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TVQy0HtUNDI/AAAAAAAACIU/uc1HSTJXXsU/s1600/11%2Banniversary%2Bwith%2Bvivian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572134509967848498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TVQy0HtUNDI/AAAAAAAACIU/uc1HSTJXXsU/s320/11%2Banniversary%2Bwith%2Bvivian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY 11th ANNIVERSARY VIVIAN.TNG (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I have no idea why the photo turn out to be so small :/) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway I saw what you left on my chatbox (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Baby girl, no matter what happen &amp;amp; how we drift I am always here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Even if you need listening ears like how we use to in the past, I am there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It doesnt matter how many new friends you have made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What matters is I am still here as long as you need me (:&lt;br /&gt;We will forever be each others baby girl (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-6098122312116927474?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/6098122312116927474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=6098122312116927474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6098122312116927474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6098122312116927474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-11th-anniversary-vivian.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TVQy0HtUNDI/AAAAAAAACIU/uc1HSTJXXsU/s72-c/11%2Banniversary%2Bwith%2Bvivian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-9170757949503718526</id><published>2011-02-03T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:02:17.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TUrCp2hsloI/AAAAAAAACIM/PvonmE7skPo/s1600/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569477913464313474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TUrCp2hsloI/AAAAAAAACIM/PvonmE7skPo/s320/DSC01148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Love the fact that it has actually rain today :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It made new year visiting less warm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cousin say that I am not fat and I am short *tsk* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, visiting boyf's family tmr (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hope my heels will listen to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ps:/ i love my heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7920544999377975609-9170757949503718526?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/9170757949503718526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=9170757949503718526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/9170757949503718526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/9170757949503718526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-fact-that-it-has-actually-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TUrCp2hsloI/AAAAAAAACIM/PvonmE7skPo/s72-c/DSC01148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-7215193645742419182</id><published>2011-02-02T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T22:46:10.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TUluDbLgx9I/AAAAAAAACIA/0s7iWDmxeLY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569103419335034834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TUluDbLgx9I/AAAAAAAACIA/0s7iWDmxeLY/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR :D&lt;/span&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/7920544999377975609-7215193645742419182?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/7215193645742419182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=7215193645742419182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7215193645742419182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7215193645742419182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-new-year-d.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TUluDbLgx9I/AAAAAAAACIA/0s7iWDmxeLY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-5986787403321661288</id><published>2011-01-31T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:26:01.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TUWLmaYogFI/AAAAAAAACH4/ehizKFv1hr4/s1600/166305_196977986979459_100000017780086_802720_4007243_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568010006347415634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TUWLmaYogFI/AAAAAAAACH4/ehizKFv1hr4/s320/166305_196977986979459_100000017780086_802720_4007243_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I ♥ PEARLYN LIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-5986787403321661288?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5986787403321661288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=5986787403321661288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5986787403321661288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5986787403321661288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-pearlyn-liew.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TUWLmaYogFI/AAAAAAAACH4/ehizKFv1hr4/s72-c/166305_196977986979459_100000017780086_802720_4007243_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-7264279155597875227</id><published>2011-01-24T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:42:54.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TT1XkqQ1jBI/AAAAAAAACHw/R0BDEYWlXyI/s1600/tumblrlfftbjmppf1qbro79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TT1XkqQ1jBI/AAAAAAAACHw/R0BDEYWlXyI/s320/tumblrlfftbjmppf1qbro79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565701001831615506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;How did this world became a place full of lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I use to believe the world is filled with kind &amp;amp; nice people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Until I met terrible people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I use to believe treating people nice and they will treat you nice too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Until I met people backstab me even if I was nice to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I use to believe every girl is a princess in the slightest way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Until I really met come bitch who are really not fit to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I use to believe true love comes when you meet your prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Until I met someone who only gives me constant heartbreaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I use to believe love can change everything, even the worst personality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Until I met someone no matter how much I love he doesn't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Shit happens, people change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;What he has done to me made me a stronger &amp;amp; different person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I grew up. Not believing in fairytales anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"Forever" &amp;amp; "I Love You" became a lie that everyone says it easily out from the mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Words are cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I believed that his words will mean something this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I believed that he will honor what he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;His words will not be cheap anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He will eventually change into someone who is better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He gotten worst, bad to worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;His words are now as cheap as prostitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;His words are now as worthless as the thrash we throw into our bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;His trust is now nothing, but lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He is always blaming me : " YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Can anyone teach me how to understand him hen he doesn't talks to me but only lie to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I had enough of his lies so I told him one day :" If you lie again I am gonna walk out of your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He gave me his assurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It really seems effective, but apparently it wasn't useful enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just like underage girls going clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He broke it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Trust was already at the bottom of the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And now, its nothing already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Am I pure stupid or I just wanna make excuse so that I can keep him longer with me?&lt;br /&gt;I use to think after his enlistment everything is gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I won't have to worry about his lies anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It came so much faster than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to deserve all this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-7264279155597875227?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/7264279155597875227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=7264279155597875227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7264279155597875227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7264279155597875227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-did-this-world-became-place-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TT1XkqQ1jBI/AAAAAAAACHw/R0BDEYWlXyI/s72-c/tumblrlfftbjmppf1qbro79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-3432027792262080208</id><published>2011-01-19T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:22:50.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TTW7_7H4IbI/AAAAAAAACHo/jYMo72JDiFU/s1600/162799_501592852102_658602102_5894734_3043909_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TTW7_7H4IbI/AAAAAAAACHo/jYMo72JDiFU/s320/162799_501592852102_658602102_5894734_3043909_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563559621562999218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BUSY~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So many things to do before boyf gets enlist. But I am sure I can do them ^^ BUT! First thing first : I wanna save alot alot of money. Because my plans involves moneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps;/ You know my name &amp;amp; my story, but do you know me? If not stfu thankyou ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-3432027792262080208?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/3432027792262080208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=3432027792262080208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3432027792262080208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3432027792262080208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/01/busy-so-many-things-to-do-before-boyf.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TTW7_7H4IbI/AAAAAAAACHo/jYMo72JDiFU/s72-c/162799_501592852102_658602102_5894734_3043909_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-7235577223057979845</id><published>2011-01-07T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:49:45.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/pon%20and%20zi" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 438px; height: 337px;" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u82/nhockidrockee/Pon%20and%20Zi/lips.jpg" alt="lips Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will watch tv all night just cause I cant fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. I rather hug my bolster than to cover my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a small heart-shape pillow call "maomao"&lt;br /&gt;4. I bring my phone with me everywhere even if it doesnt ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I hate that my boyf treats me like trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I dont like crowded place.&lt;br /&gt;7. I like watching tv and I can really watch the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. I think my boyf sucks, cause he treat me like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. When my boyf and I share the same bed, I will always have to be awake alot of times because he will hit me )"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. When he gets out of the bed, he hair is always standing and its kinda cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-7235577223057979845?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/7235577223057979845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=7235577223057979845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7235577223057979845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7235577223057979845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-facts-about-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u82/nhockidrockee/Pon%20and%20Zi/th_lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1898999146613418124</id><published>2011-01-01T05:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T05:57:08.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 2011! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later than upload pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thanks some people here regardless they read it or not.&lt;br /&gt;Some are things I have never said before ;x&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from Jan than all the way down shall we :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for meeting me at queensway shopping center that day last min. If not I wonld have know we can actually continue our rubbish and talk non-stop.-A girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for letting me know him, but he derserve someone better than me, because he deserve to be happy.-A girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for letting me not hate my life, when I texted you saying that I hate my life that morning in school.-A guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You derserve someone better and be happy.-A guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually ok and I dont really know the reason why we drift off, but it doesnt matter anymore (: -A girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly girl, dont listen to guys so much, be strong:D A girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG LOVE! Thankyou for everything you know I love you! -A girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for standing by me no matter what hapens and help me out, I LOVE YOU! -A girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left and you came back, so love me well. I dont deny i changed, but shit happens.- LIM DE XING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to everyone out there, thankyou for standing by me all this while, regardless of who has walk in/out, stayed/left my life. Thankyou for making my 2010 worth remembering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1898999146613418124?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1898999146613418124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1898999146613418124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1898999146613418124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1898999146613418124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011-later-than-upload-pictures-d.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-8188995338346576105</id><published>2010-12-30T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:10:09.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TRtc5FwyMgI/AAAAAAAACHg/Vb1JXoGukpw/s1600/167469_176543175712983_117475048286463_452882_7450785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556136701160731138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TRtc5FwyMgI/AAAAAAAACHg/Vb1JXoGukpw/s320/167469_176543175712983_117475048286463_452882_7450785_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes the heart does what it wants, without asking the mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-8188995338346576105?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/8188995338346576105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=8188995338346576105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8188995338346576105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8188995338346576105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-heart-does-what-it-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TRtc5FwyMgI/AAAAAAAACHg/Vb1JXoGukpw/s72-c/167469_176543175712983_117475048286463_452882_7450785_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-2269451513940066766</id><published>2010-12-26T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:37:30.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TRdaJBM1ACI/AAAAAAAACHY/rDz36iNIWRU/s1600/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555007776372359202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TRdaJBM1ACI/AAAAAAAACHY/rDz36iNIWRU/s320/DSC01088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TRdZeVI8EbI/AAAAAAAACHQ/w1Xs9YsoPOs/s1600/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been busy all this while after my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After birthday its christmas, and now countdown and anniversary is just a few days away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not hoping for next year to come because hubby is going to enlist soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not excited when my birthday came, when christmas came and not countdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So not excited of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just make me feel like I am losing what is most dearest to me gradually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life cannot sucks more than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To stand by you no matter what happens &amp;amp; be there for you when you need them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't know what friends mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But i know who are my friends to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have can say I have friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not many, but at least still friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I may have many friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But out of so many friends, who are the ones who stay by me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who are the one who are there when I need them and never left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who are the friends I am wwilling to take a bullet for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Many friends walk in and out of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I didnt chose who to stay or leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Because I dont want to force them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know who stayed and who left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know who are the friend i can take bullet for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;who I will push away and save myself and them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Before the year comes to an end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanna say thankyou to you people, who had make a difference in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thankyou for standing by me all this while thru thick and thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thankyou for not forgetting me and place me in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thankyou for sharing almost everything with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thankyou for being with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU! &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/7920544999377975609-2269451513940066766?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/2269451513940066766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=2269451513940066766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2269451513940066766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2269451513940066766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/12/been-busy-all-this-while-after-my.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TRdaJBM1ACI/AAAAAAAACHY/rDz36iNIWRU/s72-c/DSC01088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-2499360533856484314</id><published>2010-12-17T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:54:32.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TQuGb1OANAI/AAAAAAAACHE/H3OqEdS_RBU/s1600/17122010054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551678778364670978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TQuGb1OANAI/AAAAAAAACHE/H3OqEdS_RBU/s320/17122010054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TQuGb8MtxZI/AAAAAAAACG8/ZF-W1yOaEWw/s1600/DSC01034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551678780238316946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TQuGb8MtxZI/AAAAAAAACG8/ZF-W1yOaEWw/s320/DSC01034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18 birthday (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out to vivo to buy some stuff today with hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that went to eat dinner with my family &amp;amp; hubby at japanese resturant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid 970 didn't come so I cab there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner ate chocolate fondu $56.50 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok my dad pay $50 I pay the remaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my brother I cried! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! forgot to say I finaly bought my very first liquid eyeliner :D! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was suppose to make my mum cry but in the end I cried the worst!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(luckily my eyeliner very drop) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Althought it was simple but I enjoyed :D! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow outing with PEARLYN LAOGONG! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-2499360533856484314?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/2499360533856484314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=2499360533856484314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2499360533856484314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2499360533856484314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-18-birthday-went-out-to-vivo-to.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TQuGb1OANAI/AAAAAAAACHE/H3OqEdS_RBU/s72-c/17122010054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-2404074807240256091</id><published>2010-12-17T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T00:43:55.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TQpBXxRWVEI/AAAAAAAACG0/t-exv42ZwB8/s1600/Image5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551321367306458178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TQpBXxRWVEI/AAAAAAAACG0/t-exv42ZwB8/s320/Image5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; I'm finally 18 :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-2404074807240256091?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/2404074807240256091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=2404074807240256091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2404074807240256091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2404074807240256091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-finally-18-d.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TQpBXxRWVEI/AAAAAAAACG0/t-exv42ZwB8/s72-c/Image5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-2231424615787251965</id><published>2010-12-10T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:48:58.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont ask me what did you lied about ask yourself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;If ever a day you're gone and you realize I am fine without you.&lt;br /&gt;That's when you know, you haven't love &amp;amp; treasure me enough.&lt;br /&gt;Yes baby, I am talking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-2231424615787251965?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/2231424615787251965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=2231424615787251965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2231424615787251965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2231424615787251965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-ever-day-youre-gone-and-you-realize.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-3384938584509338954</id><published>2010-12-07T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T17:22:39.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pon and zi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36bzrlvcI/AAAAAAAACFs/SoZLrMif8rI/s1600/ththfebbfab2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36bzrlvcI/AAAAAAAACFs/SoZLrMif8rI/s320/ththfebbfab2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547865671626767810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we became like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36r8ucb9I/AAAAAAAACGs/-qK9bJsIS-0/s1600/5877295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36r8ucb9I/AAAAAAAACGs/-qK9bJsIS-0/s320/5877295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547865948932566994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36bzrlvcI/AAAAAAAACFs/SoZLrMif8rI/s1600/ththfebbfab2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we became so close :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36rLOkViI/AAAAAAAACGU/mSG7o1IzzLE/s1600/afgasg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36rLOkViI/AAAAAAAACGU/mSG7o1IzzLE/s320/afgasg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547865935645529634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36q2c9-LI/AAAAAAAACGM/DhU1j8dP_Q4/s1600/Broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we became like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36cUDpxjI/AAAAAAAACGE/Nz2Dfhb2fKY/s1600/LadderJump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36cUDpxjI/AAAAAAAACGE/Nz2Dfhb2fKY/s320/LadderJump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547865680317630002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36q2c9-LI/AAAAAAAACGM/DhU1j8dP_Q4/s1600/Broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36q2c9-LI/AAAAAAAACGM/DhU1j8dP_Q4/s320/Broken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547865930068785330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36cLVgRWI/AAAAAAAACF0/q-yqYYHaHsA/s1600/thpon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36cLVgRWI/AAAAAAAACF0/q-yqYYHaHsA/s320/thpon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547865677976585570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After each and every quarrel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36cJnN5gI/AAAAAAAACF8/B2JO-sxXqgI/s1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36cJnN5gI/AAAAAAAACF8/B2JO-sxXqgI/s320/sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547865677514008066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slowly, painfully and dying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36rAcExRI/AAAAAAAACGc/YegxYhWR3tA/s1600/2634007826a3963905884b665209236l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36rAcExRI/AAAAAAAACGc/YegxYhWR3tA/s320/2634007826a3963905884b665209236l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547865932749391122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I became like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36rfI-FpI/AAAAAAAACGk/0OYkOYf4QXw/s1600/10148815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36rfI-FpI/AAAAAAAACGk/0OYkOYf4QXw/s320/10148815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547865940990760594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I am a need than why am I the one being forsaken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought you could give up things the way I give them up for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-3384938584509338954?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/3384938584509338954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=3384938584509338954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3384938584509338954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3384938584509338954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-were-like-this-then-we-became-like.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TP36bzrlvcI/AAAAAAAACFs/SoZLrMif8rI/s72-c/ththfebbfab2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-5486621868241499032</id><published>2010-12-06T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:49:53.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='am i a need or a want?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPz8-tn03PI/AAAAAAAACFc/VN3y2ClVNAc/s1600/asxcghzhdkem%2B%252810%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPz8-tn03PI/AAAAAAAACFc/VN3y2ClVNAc/s320/asxcghzhdkem%2B%252810%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547586995342335218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(kup from pearlyn laogong :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If  your girlf is what you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;, money is what you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; what you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;for what you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because what you &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; you can always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt;, but when what you &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt; is gone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If girlf is your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt;, money is your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solution&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fix &lt;/span&gt;your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drop&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because &lt;u&gt;problems always arise&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;solution may always vary.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;If girlf is what you &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt;, and money is what you &lt;u&gt;need.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Than there is nothing to question about your girlf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The problem lies with &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you really love your girlf, she should be a need not a want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you really love your girlf, she should be a trouble not a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you really love your girlf, she should be like your big tree.&lt;br /&gt;If you really love your girlf, give up money and be with her.&lt;br /&gt;If you really love your girlf, never think of breaking up will make her happier.&lt;br /&gt;If you really love your girlf, listen to her rubbish and really do it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Because sacrifice what you want  for what you need, will make your effort worthwhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-5486621868241499032?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5486621868241499032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=5486621868241499032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5486621868241499032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5486621868241499032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-your-girlf-is-what-you-need-money-is.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPz8-tn03PI/AAAAAAAACFc/VN3y2ClVNAc/s72-c/asxcghzhdkem%2B%252810%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1306170751349232898</id><published>2010-12-05T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:12:27.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPuwS4iMA2I/AAAAAAAACFI/DiaFznUkBPU/s1600/156054_471195258354_608163354_5922675_271856_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPuwS4iMA2I/AAAAAAAACFI/DiaFznUkBPU/s320/156054_471195258354_608163354_5922675_271856_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547221204496810850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;But have you ever wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;There is always a reason why girls are unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;Example, she don't like certain girl. May be cause you are too close to her?&lt;br /&gt;She wants you to spend more time with her and quit your job, it's because she knows she has very little time to company you. And by little time she doesn't mean just purely three months when you  guys are about to enlist. But really shorter like weeks and days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why girls hide feelings to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;It's not cause we don't want to tell.&lt;br /&gt;But it's easier to hide to ourselves than to speak it out from our mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When girls get unreasonable, there is always a reason.&lt;br /&gt;But just a different reason each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wont say you quit your job for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;They wont ask  you to stay by them 24/7 for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;They wont wake you at 3am for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;They wont hold your tight and cry when they get to hug you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a reason behind each action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guys, ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Have you asked your girlf what is the real reason behind it?&lt;br /&gt;Have you asked your girlf why is she so unreasonable?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked your girlf why is she crying so badly behind the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Have you asked your girlf why she wants you to quit your job?&lt;br /&gt;Have you asked her why she hasn't slept for two day?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked her why is she acting strong and yet not telling you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, when you have asked.&lt;br /&gt;Prove to her by your actions if you really love her.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to her reason and really quit.&lt;br /&gt;Because you wont know actually she is crying behind the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will always be crying for you, and only you.&lt;br /&gt;Because when you really quit and stay by her, she will never cry.&lt;br /&gt;When you are really gone, she will cry and wish you were here again.&lt;br /&gt;Because when you really quit and stay by her, she will spend all the time she can spend just to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;When you are really gone, she will cry and wish and dream you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, if you don't understand your girls actions.&lt;br /&gt;Ask now.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand your girls words.&lt;br /&gt;Ask now.&lt;br /&gt;Because behind each action and each words, there is a reason that is making her cry.&lt;br /&gt;So guys, now pick up your phone and ask your girl.&lt;br /&gt;What is she thinking, why is she acting this way, what is her reason for asking you to quit your job/staying with her.&lt;br /&gt;Because your girl will actually be crying to the phone telling you the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPuwSd-PfwI/AAAAAAAACFA/ptyJOWCUU48/s1600/58949_124264704291396_100001236002047_147896_5203786_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPuwSd-PfwI/AAAAAAAACFA/ptyJOWCUU48/s320/58949_124264704291396_100001236002047_147896_5203786_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547221197366722306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1306170751349232898?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1306170751349232898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1306170751349232898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1306170751349232898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1306170751349232898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/12/girls-are-unreasonable.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPuwS4iMA2I/AAAAAAAACFI/DiaFznUkBPU/s72-c/156054_471195258354_608163354_5922675_271856_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-9068324885348509801</id><published>2010-12-04T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:40:17.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do you really love me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPpSw-0t8DI/AAAAAAAACE4/6HOFHy7F_o4/s1600/63769_477901763865_533948865_5634466_178181_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPpSw-0t8DI/AAAAAAAACE4/6HOFHy7F_o4/s320/63769_477901763865_533948865_5634466_178181_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546836892511498290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always tell the one you love them no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Because nobody will knows what will happen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When couples get in fight, let the ego down and apologise first.&lt;br /&gt;Because it is easy to lose ego to one person than to lose the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure and love the one who have stood by  you thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;Because one day when they are not around, you will realize actually its them who you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she ask you for your shirt, give it to her.&lt;br /&gt;When she ask you for your phone, don't hide.&lt;br /&gt;When she ask you to spend time with her, don't question/ do other things and just company her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because guys never know, when they are gone all the girl thinks is all the happy memorise they have spend together.&lt;br /&gt;If you decided to leave her and not care for how she feel there is only one thing girls always does.&lt;br /&gt;Act strong and be happy, because to her you have proven to her that you can be without her.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why never leave the one you love alone.&lt;br /&gt;Because guys don't feel the equal amount of hurt the girls feel, as guys are stronger then girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, love your girl well.&lt;br /&gt;Because when you are gone, she will be the only one who will be crying for you.&lt;br /&gt;So guys, start spending time with her and do as she say.&lt;br /&gt;Because the love you are going to give her will replace the hurt you gave before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-9068324885348509801?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/9068324885348509801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=9068324885348509801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/9068324885348509801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/9068324885348509801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/12/always-tell-one-you-love-them-no-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPpSw-0t8DI/AAAAAAAACE4/6HOFHy7F_o4/s72-c/63769_477901763865_533948865_5634466_178181_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-9097968631240841156</id><published>2010-12-03T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T02:41:20.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will walk out of my house 3am in the morning, take cab to her house just because she called me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPfi03oFpXI/AAAAAAAACEw/_Xu4wMPCGr4/s1600/155998_153341084711763_100001076170330_271622_7671572_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546150864043222386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPfi03oFpXI/AAAAAAAACEw/_Xu4wMPCGr4/s320/155998_153341084711763_100001076170330_271622_7671572_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPfi0_nTuYI/AAAAAAAACEo/iWQGDaMe4u0/s1600/155998_153341081378430_100001076170330_271621_5003614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546150866187434370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPfi0_nTuYI/AAAAAAAACEo/iWQGDaMe4u0/s320/155998_153341081378430_100001076170330_271621_5003614_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPfi0vlucQI/AAAAAAAACEg/RQv7kfL56jM/s1600/149988_153340804711791_100001076170330_271613_978133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546150861885829378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPfi0vlucQI/AAAAAAAACEg/RQv7kfL56jM/s320/149988_153340804711791_100001076170330_271613_978133_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (sorry for the blur picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met up with laogong today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After so long since she came back from thai :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to orchard and walked whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heart to heart, experience to experience, feeling to feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is the only person i can confidence in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apart from twitter, ofcause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thankyou for listening to me ranting today :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE YOU VERY VERY VERY MUCH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7920544999377975609-9097968631240841156?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/9097968631240841156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=9097968631240841156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/9097968631240841156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/9097968631240841156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-will-walk-out-of-my-house-3am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPfi03oFpXI/AAAAAAAACEw/_Xu4wMPCGr4/s72-c/155998_153341084711763_100001076170330_271622_7671572_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-4926698825947902658</id><published>2010-11-28T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:32:43.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m the girl who will brag about you to all of my friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPJ1BklL1YI/AAAAAAAACEY/c-h8G_3lYQk/s1600/25112010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544622761106462082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPJ1BklL1YI/AAAAAAAACEY/c-h8G_3lYQk/s320/25112010004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, baby went back home today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope that I will be able to see for the next of everyday.(cross fingers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did prefer baby by myside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever he is not by myside I will feel very wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if, the north and south poles switch places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The warm weather turn exteremly cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The not usual pain became extermely painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know, I just feel like everything is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-4926698825947902658?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/4926698825947902658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=4926698825947902658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/4926698825947902658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/4926698825947902658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-baby-went-back-home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TPJ1BklL1YI/AAAAAAAACEY/c-h8G_3lYQk/s72-c/25112010004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-6496777655627021185</id><published>2010-11-25T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:10:15.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Live everyday like its worth celebrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TO5vL_VWSeI/AAAAAAAACEQ/Jpu5f0PZq_c/s1600/25112010999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543490443109878242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TO5vL_VWSeI/AAAAAAAACEQ/Jpu5f0PZq_c/s320/25112010999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby came over my house today (like finally!)&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to be a job hunt but cause we have no idea where it was it became a date :D&lt;br /&gt;Catch Rapunzal in 3D saw mrs anthony with her children!&lt;br /&gt;Got drench like mad TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;Hope hubby wont fall sick D:&lt;br /&gt;After movie went to vivo, walk walk got bored.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Body Shop bought a perfum than headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;I know this doesn't happen often.&lt;br /&gt;But it does somehow still happen.&lt;br /&gt;I remenber it was a death of the guy who was killed at Downtown East.&lt;br /&gt;Many people had different views of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;But this time its a different.&lt;br /&gt;Not about death, but art.&lt;br /&gt;Art brings different kind of feeling towards different people.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention each person's view towards art.&lt;br /&gt;To one person the art may seem nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But to another person the art will worth priceless.&lt;br /&gt;Recently there is an article critisizing the Singapore flower art in Taipei.&lt;br /&gt;The person who wrote it said that it is a disgrace to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;As the art is "very empty" and the flowers are aritifical flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I dont care this person who wrote this article is pointing fingers at which flower art piece.&lt;br /&gt;So allow me to say, I am the daughter of one of the participant.&lt;br /&gt;For your info,&lt;strong&gt; we took part in the aritifical flower design contest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With using that bright head of yours, of cause we use ariticial flowers.&lt;br /&gt;If we are to use fresh flowers we will not have took part in the aritifical flowers catergory.&lt;br /&gt;You said that you find that our art is lack of creativity.&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone know, different people have different views.&lt;br /&gt;To you we may be lack of creativy, but to others we are not.&lt;br /&gt;You can say that we are lack of creativy but we are not a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;When we have help to earn and make you people proud, all you did was sit back and did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But when we have done a piece of art not to your desire liking, you comment so much.&lt;br /&gt;And for your info, we DO NOT represent Singapore as a participant.&lt;br /&gt;We represent ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different views so keep your comments to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-6496777655627021185?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/6496777655627021185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=6496777655627021185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6496777655627021185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6496777655627021185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/live-everyday-like-its-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TO5vL_VWSeI/AAAAAAAACEQ/Jpu5f0PZq_c/s72-c/25112010999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-7430357147758608268</id><published>2010-11-24T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:01:13.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do you realise i am missing you here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="status-body"&gt;                             &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;a id="status_star_6616844429426688" class="fav-action fav" title="un-favorite this tweet"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;It's not what you say that counts, it's the intention behind your words that is heard and felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOzPappuu9I/AAAAAAAACD8/GKtJAJJzBIM/s1600/LION%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOzPappuu9I/AAAAAAAACD8/GKtJAJJzBIM/s320/LION%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543033298150669266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I am feeling this way )":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;❒ Taken ❒ Single ✔ I WANT YOU TO BE HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I am totally coughing non-stop till my tears are to come out (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I don't understand why we are fighting everyday.&lt;br /&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/7920544999377975609-7430357147758608268?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/7430357147758608268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=7430357147758608268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7430357147758608268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7430357147758608268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-not-what-you-say-that-counts-its.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOzPappuu9I/AAAAAAAACD8/GKtJAJJzBIM/s72-c/LION%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-2210220370512662084</id><published>2010-11-22T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:02:48.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do you ever understand'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/i%20miss%20you" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hearts" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Heart Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i1213.photobucket.com/albums/cc478/maboroshiweb/Avatars/heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a small girl in the big world looking for someone to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-2210220370512662084?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/2210220370512662084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=2210220370512662084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2210220370512662084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2210220370512662084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-just-small-girl-in-big-world.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1213.photobucket.com/albums/cc478/maboroshiweb/Avatars/th_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-7010999326328056931</id><published>2010-11-21T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:31:39.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you hear me but you dont listen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOf3IqhBFkI/AAAAAAAACDk/lLnmgm8mr2I/s1600/tumblr_lbz8uiZUKT1qbqp1po1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541669594726471234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOf3IqhBFkI/AAAAAAAACDk/lLnmgm8mr2I/s320/tumblr_lbz8uiZUKT1qbqp1po1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; I hate it when you do the same shit repeatly over again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and people around me just say &lt;em&gt;" I told you before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/7920544999377975609-7010999326328056931?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/7010999326328056931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=7010999326328056931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7010999326328056931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7010999326328056931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hate-it-when-you-do-same-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOf3IqhBFkI/AAAAAAAACDk/lLnmgm8mr2I/s72-c/tumblr_lbz8uiZUKT1qbqp1po1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-162672778562630877</id><published>2010-11-19T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:23:43.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't need to find a million reason why I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Because looing at you and you see the sparkes in my eyes are the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOaZlSiDFnI/AAAAAAAACDc/Cs5jI9fxB5s/s1600/18112010987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541285257434830450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOaZlSiDFnI/AAAAAAAACDc/Cs5jI9fxB5s/s320/18112010987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOaZkr92vxI/AAAAAAAACDU/Q0u5nNjvUAU/s1600/18112010994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541285247082479378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOaZkr92vxI/AAAAAAAACDU/Q0u5nNjvUAU/s320/18112010994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOaZj-vxICI/AAAAAAAACDM/O4T-YilV0f0/s1600/16112010974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541285234943795234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOaZj-vxICI/AAAAAAAACDM/O4T-YilV0f0/s320/16112010974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOaZjaWYzqI/AAAAAAAACDE/itdzNmZ2WTA/s1600/15112010964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541285225173667490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOaZjaWYzqI/AAAAAAAACDE/itdzNmZ2WTA/s320/15112010964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOaZi6lQCXI/AAAAAAAACC8/sPX73pUSd3w/s1600/16112010977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541285216646072690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOaZi6lQCXI/AAAAAAAACC8/sPX73pUSd3w/s320/16112010977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Having you by myside everyday and night is the happiest thing on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby came by styed at my place for one week :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had some interviews but none succeded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been helping my mum all this days and me and hubby started drawing when we got bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pink human cuter than hubby brown human right :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been very easy having him by myside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't imagine how life is going to be when he starts his NS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya, he is going in soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems far but actually its less than 4 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I treasure everyday and secnds with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At certain point of time I even want to kidnap him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is life right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going thru  different stages of life, meeting different kind of people, makng different and hard decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fated ot not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destinated or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meant to be or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am contented as long as I have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-162672778562630877?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/162672778562630877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=162672778562630877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/162672778562630877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/162672778562630877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-need-to-find-million-reason-why.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TOaZlSiDFnI/AAAAAAAACDc/Cs5jI9fxB5s/s72-c/18112010987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-7458431877236913719</id><published>2010-11-13T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:04:55.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;If u love someone, u have to give the best.&lt;br /&gt;But the best way to an everlasting relationship comes from 3 words: DO NOT LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN6xn5JfSvI/AAAAAAAACC0/C6czu0iOlRE/s1600/tumblr_lb3eqvY91f1qbamwho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN6xn5JfSvI/AAAAAAAACC0/C6czu0iOlRE/s320/tumblr_lb3eqvY91f1qbamwho1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539059890625923826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ain't in the mood of posting anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I don't know if i can't live without you, but I know i never want to find that out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN2Hx6li1VI/AAAAAAAACCs/6PAUR5QRjrE/s1600/148343_467262987102_658602102_5367563_7805200_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN2Hx6li1VI/AAAAAAAACCs/6PAUR5QRjrE/s320/148343_467262987102_658602102_5367563_7805200_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538732408345646418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN2HxsxNeyI/AAAAAAAACCk/CSVE0UVEO_M/s1600/149679_467262732102_658602102_5367554_5181670_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN2HxsxNeyI/AAAAAAAACCk/CSVE0UVEO_M/s320/149679_467262732102_658602102_5367554_5181670_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538732404636482338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN2HxZ329sI/AAAAAAAACCc/lg6fgEy1BJU/s1600/149835_467262807102_658602102_5367557_8275833_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN2HxZ329sI/AAAAAAAACCc/lg6fgEy1BJU/s320/149835_467262807102_658602102_5367557_8275833_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538732399564093122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN2HxC3G5ZI/AAAAAAAACCU/M1YErRTCL5A/s1600/73121_467262747102_658602102_5367555_3934014_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN2HxC3G5ZI/AAAAAAAACCU/M1YErRTCL5A/s320/73121_467262747102_658602102_5367555_3934014_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538732393386927506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN2Hw-wrABI/AAAAAAAACCM/YS-xi9770ik/s1600/72739_467262702102_658602102_5367553_3103790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN2Hw-wrABI/AAAAAAAACCM/YS-xi9770ik/s320/72739_467262702102_658602102_5367553_3103790_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538732392286191634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TGIF + O's HAS FINALLY ENDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! People are not gonna believe how happy I am actually!&lt;br /&gt;No exams, practically play time everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And the sad thing now is, I AM GONNA HAVE TO LOOK FOR A JOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;BIG TIME IDOIT, but no choice still gotta get a job.&lt;br /&gt;Cause in a blink of eye my birthday is just like one month and four days away :D&lt;br /&gt;Not particularly excited but still its just like anther day to me.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I was really having fun even thought its O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SCHOOL - HOME- BABY'S HOUSE - TIONG - HOLIDAY INN - HOME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The worst news came ytd night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;When baby told me his enlistment came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I dont know how i survived the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But when the sun rises, I know I really wanted to see him badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Because before I went to sleep I counted the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I have less than 4 months to be with him, have him by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't know how am I gonna survived life without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I have know him since I was sec 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Every since than I have only followed him and no one else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;We been thru almost everything, thick and thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I use to tell him "we will turn 18 soon." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And when we did, its was only like months ago when we said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;In a blink of eye christmas will be here, so is new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Than lunar chinese new year and his enlistment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I really don't know if I can handle it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I have hardly been so "apart" from him before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And all this news is like, doctor diagnosed me with cancer and telling me that I only have 4 months to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Its a news I can take it well, but not a news for me to handle it well when time to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I hugged baby as tight as I could today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I fear of letting him go, even when I told myself be strong its time to start learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But when I board the bus and left, I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I know I cant live without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I look at him from the window till I cant see him anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And I know, he was looking at me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't know how emotional I can get, cause I can cry even if its just a movie show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I know I can't live well without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And I don't need to prove it to show it to him, cause its a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Baby, how am I gonna live without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I told you that we have been thru the last 3 years, we will make it thru the next 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;But when I was hugging you I was telling myself, how am I kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;We have been thru thick and thin, but how we are talking about distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;How are we gonna face all this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I really wanna cry out loud to just show you actually I am weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I aint no superwomen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I need you to rely and count on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I need to to hold me when I fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I need you to wipe my tears when I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I need you to be here, with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;But I can't cry, because I don't want you to be worried about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I dont want you to see me weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I want you to see me smile and book in with peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I want you to always remember, the reason why I smile, is because of  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-3034605267894001723?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/3034605267894001723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=3034605267894001723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3034605267894001723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3034605267894001723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know-if-i-cant-live-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TN2Hx6li1VI/AAAAAAAACCs/6PAUR5QRjrE/s72-c/148343_467262987102_658602102_5367563_7805200_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-6279818609862150337</id><published>2010-11-11T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:14:25.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i will show what i feel and say what i want and i want to say to you that you are the one'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;With you holding my hand that tightly, we have nothing to be afraid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNvHim2qOtI/AAAAAAAACCE/IqMJ3eNZAbQ/s1600/tumblr_l6fp7a7TS31qb0ivgo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNvHim2qOtI/AAAAAAAACCE/IqMJ3eNZAbQ/s320/tumblr_l6fp7a7TS31qb0ivgo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538239564141443794" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;When things get tough in a relationship, remember if the love is strong enough, you can get through anything together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 1 plus with bad headache today.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't eat much cause I cant eat.&lt;br /&gt;My brother will be away for chalet tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be home either.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be home thinking of how hurt I am.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Since you won't be with me thru all this days, maybe I should go out and do some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of crying miserably at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-6279818609862150337?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/6279818609862150337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=6279818609862150337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6279818609862150337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6279818609862150337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/with-you-holding-my-hand-that-tightly.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNvHim2qOtI/AAAAAAAACCE/IqMJ3eNZAbQ/s72-c/tumblr_l6fp7a7TS31qb0ivgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-5095524499238720001</id><published>2010-11-10T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:14:20.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave me alone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;You're the biggest liar, but I'm the biggest fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNqjU-AW3mI/AAAAAAAACB8/8G5IK68YAAU/s1600/tumblr_l0qqwf3RZU1qb6huro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNqjU-AW3mI/AAAAAAAACB8/8G5IK68YAAU/s320/tumblr_l0qqwf3RZU1qb6huro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537918272442654306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Feeling grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You friends are even more important than me in the first place. If so, why bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;It's your actions that proves everything, I finally know where I stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You may be the selfish liar but I'm the dumb believer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(shall not rant on my blog, i shall swallow all my tears in my stomach. not rant my facebook. maybe just twitter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think i can off my phone, since my won't message or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I said I am going to do the same as you did.&lt;br /&gt;Only a dumb a believe my words.&lt;br /&gt;I AIN'T YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I don't go telling you that you're before all my friends and just go work with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;And treat like you mean nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so mad at you for fucking lieing to me.&lt;br /&gt;This time you have gone too far.&lt;br /&gt;You break what you promise, what you said.&lt;br /&gt;I AIN'T YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Since your friends are more important than me than for what reject them last min?&lt;br /&gt;This time I clearly know where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gonna believe you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK! I RANT AT MY BLOG AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-5095524499238720001?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5095524499238720001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=5095524499238720001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5095524499238720001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5095524499238720001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-biggest-liar-but-im-biggest-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNqjU-AW3mI/AAAAAAAACB8/8G5IK68YAAU/s72-c/tumblr_l0qqwf3RZU1qb6huro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-8902463365850050085</id><published>2010-11-09T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:45:41.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" id="status_star_1949487056560128" class="fav-action non-fav" title="favorite this tweet"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;won&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;de&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;r if you&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; alwa&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ys think o&lt;/span&gt;f me &lt;/span&gt;lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e I&lt;/span&gt; do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNkw5sK9rjI/AAAAAAAACB0/oF_THAL8E14/s1600/1281047229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNkw5sK9rjI/AAAAAAAACB0/oF_THAL8E14/s320/1281047229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537510984496557618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEELING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;B&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;-L&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-U&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to meet pearlyn but in the end canceled.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting her tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Waked up feeling bule.&lt;br /&gt;When out and transfer money than went to find fazlina.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling utterly blue-r than ever.&lt;br /&gt;No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling blue + back pain + whole booby aching since ytd.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, life suck!&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish you were here with me every moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Colour my mood and make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;And if you miss me, why you try to get closer with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Because you might never know I might just kidnap you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7920544999377975609-8902463365850050085?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/8902463365850050085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=8902463365850050085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8902463365850050085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8902463365850050085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-won-de-r-if-you-alwa-ys-think-o-f-me.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNkw5sK9rjI/AAAAAAAACB0/oF_THAL8E14/s72-c/1281047229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-9071145600999695606</id><published>2010-11-08T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:36:29.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you more then yesterday less then tomorrow.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You're so &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;near&lt;/s&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; yet so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;far&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNd6KVNgG9I/AAAAAAAACBs/ctaALziwtWo/s1600/tumblr_l6fqdrSwGH1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNd6KVNgG9I/AAAAAAAACBs/ctaALziwtWo/s320/tumblr_l6fqdrSwGH1qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537028584786369490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;SICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried myself to sleep last night after hubby went home.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is " thanks alot lady"&lt;br /&gt;Didn't managed to sleep till 3.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 6 for SS exam today.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like fainting much.&lt;br /&gt;After exam wanted to go out but didn't in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girl.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why but I am not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;All I ate was a piece of cheese tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Updated my blogshop : www.girls-fantansy.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(scroll down to the outfits, click on the picture to enter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;You are my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't know why it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;But, Friday please come.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see my baby boy, badly.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-9071145600999695606?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/9071145600999695606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=9071145600999695606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/9071145600999695606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/9071145600999695606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-so-near-yet-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNd6KVNgG9I/AAAAAAAACBs/ctaALziwtWo/s72-c/tumblr_l6fqdrSwGH1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-5046091051188813437</id><published>2010-11-07T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:13:15.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Baby, you don't realise why I wanna be with you all year round.&lt;br /&gt;Even if my mum told me i could have more freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNadQg9H9CI/AAAAAAAAB-M/xRykSXBcfbE/s1600/07112010895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNadQg9H9CI/AAAAAAAAB-M/xRykSXBcfbE/s320/07112010895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536785698948379682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNadQbcvXII/AAAAAAAAB-E/9Ce9DewUpeU/s1600/07112010897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNadQbcvXII/AAAAAAAAB-E/9Ce9DewUpeU/s320/07112010897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536785697470372994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNacxYA_N9I/AAAAAAAAB98/hBODZ-_07gI/s1600/07112010899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNacxYA_N9I/AAAAAAAAB98/hBODZ-_07gI/s320/07112010899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536785163972720594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNacw5af1UI/AAAAAAAAB90/9rwtgrBUm7Q/s1600/07112010906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNacw5af1UI/AAAAAAAAB90/9rwtgrBUm7Q/s320/07112010906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536785155758216514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNacwR1QXaI/AAAAAAAAB9s/-dddmnu8DaM/s1600/07112010907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNacwR1QXaI/AAAAAAAAB9s/-dddmnu8DaM/s320/07112010907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536785145133030818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNacwN8RskI/AAAAAAAAB9k/BZyuIbTyjGM/s1600/07112010912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNacwN8RskI/AAAAAAAAB9k/BZyuIbTyjGM/s320/07112010912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536785144088736322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNacv4vApGI/AAAAAAAAB9c/gTdH7cWdEeY/s1600/07112010913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNacv4vApGI/AAAAAAAAB9c/gTdH7cWdEeY/s320/07112010913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536785138395948130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;GIRL IS NOT HAPPY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got her message in the morning when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Faster reply her and than bring her out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BE HAPPY GIRL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember what I told you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is too short to be unhappy about. Because life just sucks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met her at cityhall and I reached first ^^v&lt;br /&gt;Walked to marina and play the price machine.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go shopping for clothes but I am just too lazy :D&lt;br /&gt;Walk around took photo and ate our early dinner.&lt;br /&gt;After just ncia went to marina sands to have a walk.&lt;br /&gt;Was texting baby, but halfway thru we stop texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I don't even know if i get the chance to see him tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First embarrassing incident happen.&lt;br /&gt;At marina sands they have their very own sliver marscort.&lt;br /&gt;Me and girl was at the second story and they were downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;The guy saw me and walk closer to us and say wait for them to come up.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS UTTERLY SHOCKED!&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, THEY REALLY CAME UP! (by the escalator)&lt;br /&gt;Took photos with them and then they left.&lt;br /&gt;It was dumb, but funny and honored :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, was walking half way and this retarded green shirt angmo approach us.&lt;br /&gt;And said that he is looking for pretty and young girls from singapore to know them better ( in the sense, make friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the conversation occurred, (girl your time to laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(green man approached) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him:  Hi,  is looking for pretty and young girls from local to know them better make friends. Can I have the honor to make friends with you both? Because you are both so pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;V: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;(lost for words) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;K: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(hear nothing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(REPEATED THE SAME PHRASE FOR THREE TIMES! What a dumbass!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(He turn towards me and say )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Him: I have a room up here so maybe we all go into my room and have a cup of coffee so that I can know you both better? I will give you both each a pretty gift from here, anything you chose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;V: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;(kept slient and quiet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;K: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(1st thinking : ROOM? you think here what? want find woman find wrong place larx RETARDED. 2nd thinking: look around. there is nothing you can buy for us. cause its all construction I AM NOT STUPID)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him: So what do you think? Want to go up to my room and have a chat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;K: No. Thankyou(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;V: *shake head* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him : Come on, I just to make friends. I will give you both pretty and expensive gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;V: *shake head* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;K: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;(thinking, I dont give a fuck about your gift. dont want means dont want you dont understand english?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;No, thankyou really (: I did love the gifts, but I am in a rush to look for my boyf. You see he is in the army and he is book&lt;/span&gt;ing in tonight. So I am keeping him acompany tonight. We have a date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt; (none of this was real, when I was thinking it might help....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him: OH! Really? What time will he be here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;K: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(FUCKYOU!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh, he is not coming I am going to look for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(NB) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him: What about her? She have a boyf too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;V: Yes, and I have curfew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him: What is curfew? Anyway, come on I just want to make friends. Please dont say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;K: NO. I will reject your offer.  (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;V: Sorry, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;*SHOCK!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Haix alright than, goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;K: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(FUCK YOU LAR, NB WASTE MY TIME. DONT KNOW TELL YOU DONT WANT HOW MANY TIME. WE LOOK LIKE WHAT? I THROW MY SHOES ON YOUR BALD HEAD THAN YOU KNOW AH. you dont want people reject than I jiu shi reject you! tell you i got boyf  liao still ask  me what time he come. You go back and call room service larx!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-5046091051188813437?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5046091051188813437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=5046091051188813437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5046091051188813437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5046091051188813437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-you-dont-realise-why-i-wanna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TNadQg9H9CI/AAAAAAAAB-M/xRykSXBcfbE/s72-c/07112010895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-5681687090737416985</id><published>2010-11-02T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:44:53.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman multiply things you give her crap she will give you shit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life taught me that some people will just eventually break me down in order to make me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TM_1MK4Iw0I/AAAAAAAAB9U/thPCGAkjd2o/s1600/tumblr_l2wxi0I1VP1qbse75o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TM_1MK4Iw0I/AAAAAAAAB9U/thPCGAkjd2o/s320/tumblr_l2wxi0I1VP1qbse75o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534912056488674114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally POA paper is gone :D&lt;br /&gt;Still left with 3 more paper.&lt;br /&gt;School has been alright but bored.&lt;br /&gt;And I fall sick AGAIN! :D&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming to an end and I am going to have all the fun I can have.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to start saving up money too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-5681687090737416985?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5681687090737416985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=5681687090737416985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5681687090737416985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5681687090737416985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-taught-me-that-some-people-will.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TM_1MK4Iw0I/AAAAAAAAB9U/thPCGAkjd2o/s72-c/tumblr_l2wxi0I1VP1qbse75o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-8553927614373884344</id><published>2010-10-31T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:30:57.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't wait for the perfect moment, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take the moment and make it perfect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TM1r75zXH7I/AAAAAAAAB9E/Xg63MLrlvm4/s1600/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TM1r75zXH7I/AAAAAAAAB9E/Xg63MLrlvm4/s320/DSC00997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534198193980907442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TM1r7Z_WMPI/AAAAAAAAB88/eQt5uar5NFw/s1600/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TM1r7Z_WMPI/AAAAAAAAB88/eQt5uar5NFw/s320/DSC00999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534198185441243378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TM1r7KakCpI/AAAAAAAAB80/0nYG5oXvI9E/s1600/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TM1r7KakCpI/AAAAAAAAB80/0nYG5oXvI9E/s320/DSC00995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534198181260429970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TM1r65Jhs8I/AAAAAAAAB8s/akbHZ0-7gCc/s1600/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TM1r65Jhs8I/AAAAAAAAB8s/akbHZ0-7gCc/s320/DSC00992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534198176625570754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; + HAPPY H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our anniversary :D&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY HUBBY ♥&lt;br /&gt;Its halloween but we didn't do anything D:&lt;br /&gt;Cause we have no idea what to do either :D&lt;br /&gt;Went all the way to amk hub to watch movie : the last exoticism.&lt;br /&gt;Its an alright show still , overall.&lt;br /&gt;Eat than took bus back home.&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL BECAUSE I HAVE RETARDED 'O' LEVEL TOMORROW!!!&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, I shall just enjoy all my days till one day my boyf get enlistment letter.&lt;br /&gt;That is the day I can start crying!&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I am actually abit afraid of that day coming ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I ♥ YOU HUBBY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And thankyou for accepting me for how I have changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No matter what I promise to compromise to you, in the ways I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ you baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-8553927614373884344?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/8553927614373884344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=8553927614373884344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8553927614373884344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8553927614373884344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-wait-for-perfect-moment-take.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TM1r75zXH7I/AAAAAAAAB9E/Xg63MLrlvm4/s72-c/DSC00997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-4145085968618712907</id><published>2010-10-31T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T01:00:00.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abit too busy this few days.&lt;br /&gt;Will properly blog tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-4145085968618712907?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/4145085968618712907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=4145085968618712907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/4145085968618712907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/4145085968618712907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/abit-too-busy-this-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-322771658074789957</id><published>2010-10-27T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:44:41.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want to be worth every truth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You might never know someday, someone will fall in love with your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMgw3DdIFuI/AAAAAAAAB8k/pj7XHe-9R5g/s1600/0073-02-19-2009.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMgw3DdIFuI/AAAAAAAAB8k/pj7XHe-9R5g/s320/0073-02-19-2009.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532725864603064034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;All I want is someone who will stay no matter how hard it is to be with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got morning wake up call from girl.&lt;br /&gt;Met girl at bus stop and went to school.&lt;br /&gt;School tuckshop totally close so no breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Maths p2 today.&lt;br /&gt;Do till handpain ):&lt;br /&gt;After school met hubby and buy things.&lt;br /&gt;After that went home eat maggie with hubby.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow no exam maybe meeting hubby :D&lt;br /&gt;On phone with pearlyn laogong now.&lt;br /&gt;Hope she will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Yinghui sweetheart message me today.&lt;br /&gt;Hope she will be fine. Anything can text me ok (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-322771658074789957?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/322771658074789957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=322771658074789957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/322771658074789957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/322771658074789957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-might-never-know-someday-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMgw3DdIFuI/AAAAAAAAB8k/pj7XHe-9R5g/s72-c/0073-02-19-2009.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-2521851666337302193</id><published>2010-10-26T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:38:56.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Wedding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I want to be the girl you will hold my hands infront of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Help me out when everyone laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;Cook food for me when I am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Make me laugh when I am mad.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me under my house when you make me mad.&lt;br /&gt;Sit beside and take care of me in the middle of the night when I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;Cry you realize I am hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Huug me when I cry.&lt;br /&gt;Sneak up behind me when I am busy turning around looking for you.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me in the split second.&lt;br /&gt;Be proud and tell the world that I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel love like never before.&lt;br /&gt;Piggybag me.&lt;br /&gt;Let me wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me when I am asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Draw your hands all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-2521851666337302193?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/2521851666337302193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=2521851666337302193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2521851666337302193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2521851666337302193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-to-be-girl-you-will-hold-my.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-2693944181727238041</id><published>2010-10-26T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:28:48.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why does it bother you about how many &quot;girls&quot; you have in your bloodly fb'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is when HE is the only thing in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMa3NaXehDI/AAAAAAAAB8c/01bvI5IHUUA/s1600/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMa3NaXehDI/AAAAAAAAB8c/01bvI5IHUUA/s320/DSC00846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532310633315206194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MATHS paper 1 today.&lt;br /&gt;Ok it will be a short post today.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am kinda not in the mood to post anything.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Morning quarrel with hubby(thankyou very much)&lt;br /&gt;2. The sun too hot make my head very very pain! thankyou sun.&lt;br /&gt;3. Met girl in school early and bought icecream, didnt know she had sensitive teeth.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ate noodles in school.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go toilet, eat too full wanna vomit.&lt;br /&gt;6. Maths exam only have 15mins to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;7. Went to bank in coins, cause its fun.&lt;br /&gt;8. Went home bath and I wanna sleep cause my head very pain.&lt;br /&gt;9. I think I will just use comp awhile than sleep later.&lt;br /&gt;10. Shall sleep early tonight. ( not at 12am or 1am)&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-2693944181727238041?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/2693944181727238041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=2693944181727238041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2693944181727238041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2693944181727238041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-is-when-he-is-only-thing-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMa3NaXehDI/AAAAAAAAB8c/01bvI5IHUUA/s72-c/DSC00846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1848271216736910099</id><published>2010-10-25T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:02:01.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Because when I start staring at blank air, your face appeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMWK_bbvv-I/AAAAAAAAB8U/-slRE-IQoyk/s1600/68816_10150089764855953_627040952_7303811_5204000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMWK_bbvv-I/AAAAAAAAB8U/-slRE-IQoyk/s320/68816_10150089764855953_627040952_7303811_5204000_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531980539595046882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONE PAPER DOWN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I am like SO excited to wait for the day exams will be over.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE HURRY OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda enjoying my "holidays" very much.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats all this seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And I am kinda getting fat eh!!&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO SLIM DOWN (again)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow maths paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;And I am here blogging with my formula book open on my lap but not reading.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING GETS IN MY HEAD!! )"&lt;br /&gt;Sad big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HUBBY : I promise I will not go pub again. But if i go I will have my reasons and I will tell you :D But its my friend birthday uh, don't like that uh. I heart heart you uh :DD MWARKX! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You made me smile like no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You made me cry like my parents are died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You made me love like I have found my other half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You made me miss like there is really a "forever".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You made me think of you thru the smallest thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You made me hate you just to get your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You made me so unforgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You made me want your hug so badly when I am cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You make me feel like the happiest person on earth when we start fighting and just hug and kiss me as ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You make me realize love and bread is actually a couple, there is nothing to chose about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You made me wanna spend everyday with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You changed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And you know it well, in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I hope you don't regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Because its too late for you to leave me already .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This is the reason why you are my boyfriend, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1848271216736910099?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1848271216736910099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1848271216736910099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1848271216736910099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1848271216736910099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/because-when-i-start-staring-at-blank.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMWK_bbvv-I/AAAAAAAAB8U/-slRE-IQoyk/s72-c/68816_10150089764855953_627040952_7303811_5204000_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1637503828001925634</id><published>2010-10-23T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:16:10.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll remember that feeling for the rest of my life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The way you fit into my arms at night'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You + Me = Perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love you for the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK5tPO7cVI/AAAAAAAAB60/mKVX9C8y6Ak/s1600/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531187479198789970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK5tPO7cVI/AAAAAAAAB60/mKVX9C8y6Ak/s320/DSC00737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK5ttNZsdI/AAAAAAAAB68/B0JsQdS5CSo/s1600/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531187487245447634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK5ttNZsdI/AAAAAAAAB68/B0JsQdS5CSo/s320/DSC00746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK5uOI2ulI/AAAAAAAAB7M/A7Hhj76iyfI/s1600/DSC00781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531187496084748882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK5uOI2ulI/AAAAAAAAB7M/A7Hhj76iyfI/s320/DSC00781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK5t3Uf4nI/AAAAAAAAB7E/oTGwV9Ts2BU/s1600/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531187489959567986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK5t3Uf4nI/AAAAAAAAB7E/oTGwV9Ts2BU/s320/DSC00768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK5upRLUoI/AAAAAAAAB7U/BrslFlKpMCQ/s1600/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531187503367410306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK5upRLUoI/AAAAAAAAB7U/BrslFlKpMCQ/s320/DSC00823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8eFx92gI/AAAAAAAAB78/62WIRa_f6SU/s1600/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531190517498239490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8eFx92gI/AAAAAAAAB78/62WIRa_f6SU/s320/DSC00965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8de06oNI/AAAAAAAAB70/aCWbG_k_UrE/s1600/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531190507041628370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8de06oNI/AAAAAAAAB70/aCWbG_k_UrE/s320/DSC00957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8dAhZ4zI/AAAAAAAAB7s/8Xus8460M50/s1600/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531190498906727218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8dAhZ4zI/AAAAAAAAB7s/8Xus8460M50/s320/DSC00946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8cROxbmI/AAAAAAAAB7k/tGVpheQ7BDk/s1600/DSC00890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531190486212111970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8cROxbmI/AAAAAAAAB7k/tGVpheQ7BDk/s320/DSC00890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8cMBKhsI/AAAAAAAAB7c/7BKzXKLbyxk/s1600/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531190484812859074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8cMBKhsI/AAAAAAAAB7c/7BKzXKLbyxk/s320/DSC00881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8_GRXWfI/AAAAAAAAB8M/wWMc1nU0O5I/s1600/DSC00977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531191084565617138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8_GRXWfI/AAAAAAAAB8M/wWMc1nU0O5I/s320/DSC00977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8--VGD9I/AAAAAAAAB8E/LfTLR9Ft3i8/s1600/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531191082433777618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK8--VGD9I/AAAAAAAAB8E/LfTLR9Ft3i8/s320/DSC00975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO PEARLYN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(photos in random orders)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met her at vivo at 1plus to eat and waited for jasmine to reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to sentosa and play to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHe throw cake at my than al the fun started :D&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine was smart to not bring extra clothes so she wasnt kana but only me and pearlyn :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home at about 5-6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bath and prepared than went to clark quay to meet pearlyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw wl and kenneth on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the guys went to the pub first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sadly we cant go in cause of me )"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid pub i dont want go there anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to chinatown instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ordered martell and started photo taking and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing birthday song and cut cake in the pub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that cab down to safar to play pool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pool is the same as physic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I hate pool so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ytd 3 person teach me to play pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It did go well but inventually when it comes to actual play = CMI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should stop learning how to play pool :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slack at there till 3.30 than cab home and sleep at 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headache :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though didn't drink much but to the normal its abit much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make my face red but not drunk ^^v &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like sleeping again ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i am feeling kinda cold D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1637503828001925634?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1637503828001925634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1637503828001925634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1637503828001925634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1637503828001925634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-me-perfection.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMK5tPO7cVI/AAAAAAAAB60/mKVX9C8y6Ak/s72-c/DSC00737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-4512087667724877087</id><published>2010-10-21T19:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:13:14.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never make the one you love feel alone especially when you&apos;re there.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;a id="status_star_28017168621" class="fav-action non-fav" title="favorite this tweet"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You want the truth well here it is;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I Need You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMAo_9_eJVI/AAAAAAAAB6s/2orF_pVr2Qw/s1600/21102010841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMAo_9_eJVI/AAAAAAAAB6s/2orF_pVr2Qw/s320/21102010841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530465421848618322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEARLYN.L (LAOGONG) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a few more hours and I will get to see you :D&lt;br /&gt;I have known you since the first day I came to queenstown.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things you taught me, I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things you let me learn and try, I  will remember.&lt;br /&gt;Its finally your 18 birthday, and I am proud to celebrate it with you.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I LOVE YOU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMAnxRSegKI/AAAAAAAAB6c/nEkkCjjSNII/s1600/21102010845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMAnxRSegKI/AAAAAAAAB6c/nEkkCjjSNII/s320/21102010845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530464069818941602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMAnxFBfpCI/AAAAAAAAB6U/p9S1n0QOCZs/s1600/21102010844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMAnxFBfpCI/AAAAAAAAB6U/p9S1n0QOCZs/s320/21102010844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530464066526487586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMAnw8CVgbI/AAAAAAAAB6M/wdBTwTpgtew/s1600/21102010842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMAnw8CVgbI/AAAAAAAAB6M/wdBTwTpgtew/s320/21102010842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530464064114098610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had science practical than went to 313 to get some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid haze make SG look like winter Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;Took neoprints and than went home.&lt;br /&gt;Slacking on my bed :D&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel like slapping someone's face. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMAnxvpc_6I/AAAAAAAAB6k/pj7uM6Gjmbg/s1600/tumblr_l3wntxeinu1qaqjrso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMAnxvpc_6I/AAAAAAAAB6k/pj7uM6Gjmbg/s320/tumblr_l3wntxeinu1qaqjrso1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530464077968375714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;You make me smile everyday. You saw me when i was invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-4512087667724877087?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/4512087667724877087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=4512087667724877087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/4512087667724877087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/4512087667724877087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-want-truth-well-here-it-is-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TMAo_9_eJVI/AAAAAAAAB6s/2orF_pVr2Qw/s72-c/21102010841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-2826672199396262912</id><published>2010-10-20T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:30:02.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;The best  relationship in world is when you hold the hand of the person and the  person walks with you without asking, "where" &amp;amp; "why".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TL77jzlW7sI/AAAAAAAAB58/KILZIKqG_zk/s1600/tumblr_l5bwgy8puO1qblj6wo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TL77jzlW7sI/AAAAAAAAB58/KILZIKqG_zk/s320/tumblr_l5bwgy8puO1qblj6wo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530133985018441410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st : First paper tomorrow ( science paper 5, practical)&lt;br /&gt;2nd : I MISS HUBBY! )" (SAD BIG TIME!)&lt;br /&gt;3rd : PEARLYN LAOGONG BIRTHDAY (actual)&lt;br /&gt;4th : BBQ + CYCLING (toning with pearlyn laogong)&lt;br /&gt;5th: I WANT A CAREFREE LIFE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BABY, I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-2826672199396262912?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/2826672199396262912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=2826672199396262912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2826672199396262912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2826672199396262912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-relationship-in-world-is-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TL77jzlW7sI/AAAAAAAAB58/KILZIKqG_zk/s72-c/tumblr_l5bwgy8puO1qblj6wo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-430262811779808856</id><published>2010-10-19T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:25:41.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TL2akjr73PI/AAAAAAAAB50/lPqx2UgXKrE/s1600/17102010839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TL2akjr73PI/AAAAAAAAB50/lPqx2UgXKrE/s320/17102010839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529745870326324466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TL2akQ0wxkI/AAAAAAAAB5s/R7YOEck-B8M/s1600/17102010838-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TL2akQ0wxkI/AAAAAAAAB5s/R7YOEck-B8M/s320/17102010838-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529745865263072834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;EVERYDAY is a HAPPY DAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;L.I.F.E-I.S-B.O.R.I.N.G!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine life without school.&lt;br /&gt;It a huge enjoyment to me! (EVERYDAY)&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is with me like almost everyday :D&lt;br /&gt;O's is finally coming (thank god)&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with life, and I would really hope for O's to end quickly!&lt;br /&gt;OH! Child's eye is a creepy show, but the ending is abit dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I fell in love with my new blue contacts!&lt;br /&gt;Its not shown in the photos &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;EH, I have no idea what I am talking about anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;Cause fever so the brains not working well :DD&lt;br /&gt;TATA! BYEBYE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-430262811779808856?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/430262811779808856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=430262811779808856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/430262811779808856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/430262811779808856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-is-that-condition-in-which.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TL2akjr73PI/AAAAAAAAB50/lPqx2UgXKrE/s72-c/17102010839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-4174265921966231997</id><published>2010-10-16T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:25:17.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i learn to swallow all my emotions into my stomach'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I  wanna be the girl he gives his hoodie to wear and cuddles up next to  when it's cold, he'll be the one that comes up behind me, wraps his arms  around my waist, catches me off guard and whispers... you look  beautiful. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Sometimes the girl who's always been there for everyone else .. Needs someone to be there for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" class="status-body" &gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;( where were you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;To make a good relationship, a guy must be a friend, companion &amp;amp; lover for his girl. So she will be proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" class="status-body" &gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;( I am proud of you, what about you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;                             &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;a id="status_star_27527002843" class="fav-action fav" title="un-favorite this tweet"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I love you enough to let you go, but do you love me enough to come back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" class="status-body" &gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;( you told me before, when you leave you will never return. So it means you dont love me enough to come back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Treasure and cherish who you have at the moment. Never take them for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" class="status-body" &gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;( Sadly, at times I do feel that you take me for granted.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="status-body"&gt;                             &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;a id="status_star_27409220038" class="fav-action fav" title="un-favorite this tweet"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I don't want someone who wants me. But i need someone who needs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Do you need me?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-4174265921966231997?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/4174265921966231997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=4174265921966231997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/4174265921966231997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/4174265921966231997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wanna-be-girl-he-gives-his-hoodie-to.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-3032992350758281393</id><published>2010-10-15T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:05:16.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Another chapter of our life closed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Soon, another page will open again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLhc0Z9mcoI/AAAAAAAAB5k/IyAQFVHEPOY/s1600/DSC00706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLhc0Z9mcoI/AAAAAAAAB5k/IyAQFVHEPOY/s320/DSC00706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528270597989495426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLhczs3wwqI/AAAAAAAAB5U/glU3ZQ8Iixs/s1600/DSC00710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLhczs3wwqI/AAAAAAAAB5U/glU3ZQ8Iixs/s320/DSC00710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528270585885409954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLhczYYs_iI/AAAAAAAAB5M/Ag5AHaJ5qo8/s1600/DSC00703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLhczYYs_iI/AAAAAAAAB5M/Ag5AHaJ5qo8/s320/DSC00703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528270580386430498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLhczPY8hdI/AAAAAAAAB5E/nrIBKvQuDAQ/s1600/DSC00704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLhczPY8hdI/AAAAAAAAB5E/nrIBKvQuDAQ/s320/DSC00704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528270577971529170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLhc0OSB2qI/AAAAAAAAB5c/XsTSHDJp6mE/s1600/DSC00727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLhc0OSB2qI/AAAAAAAAB5c/XsTSHDJp6mE/s320/DSC00727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528270594853952162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;GRADUATION DAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met girl in school, talk talk with her.&lt;br /&gt;The canteen was kinda flooded with people uh.&lt;br /&gt;Had science practical talk and it was super boring!&lt;br /&gt;Kept wanting to fall asleep but cannot uh.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to the hall and had our graduation ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;Busy tieing hair for girl and T.&lt;br /&gt;Poor cherlyn she cried ):&lt;br /&gt;Silly girl dont cry, its not like we are dying or something right (:&lt;br /&gt;Took photos and ate my last bowl of tom yam mee )"&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna miss the taste of it )"&lt;br /&gt;After that went home and was fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Cause of this, this, this.&lt;br /&gt;And that, that, that.&lt;br /&gt;So become like that ^^v&lt;br /&gt;SORRY GIRL! Didn't went out with you.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime call me out I will go out with you (:&lt;br /&gt;PINKY PROMISE (hearts hearts)&lt;br /&gt;Went to mum's office and help her out.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am finally home and maybe I am gonna sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;Girly, dont hesitate to tell me what happened ok (:&lt;br /&gt;Even if I am sleeping just text me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cause I read already sure reply want.&lt;br /&gt;Unlimted just use only :D&lt;br /&gt;OK! I AM WAITING!&lt;br /&gt;( hearts hearts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;PS:/ I HAVE FINALLY GRADUATED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-3032992350758281393?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/3032992350758281393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=3032992350758281393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3032992350758281393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3032992350758281393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-chapter-of-our-life-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLhc0Z9mcoI/AAAAAAAAB5k/IyAQFVHEPOY/s72-c/DSC00706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-3515766200425674450</id><published>2010-10-14T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:51:04.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't be sad because something is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But be happy that another thing is starting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLcJdvYjyCI/AAAAAAAAB48/feYlBv1wk3w/s1600/title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 604px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLcJdvYjyCI/AAAAAAAAB48/feYlBv1wk3w/s320/title.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527897474160904226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLcJdST4GNI/AAAAAAAAB40/4zz2qmm1kNo/s1600/IMG_1091-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 427px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLcJdST4GNI/AAAAAAAAB40/4zz2qmm1kNo/s320/IMG_1091-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527897466356635858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLcJdLwRv6I/AAAAAAAAB4s/9veUUpjaoSg/s1600/12082010566-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLcJdLwRv6I/AAAAAAAAB4s/9veUUpjaoSg/s320/12082010566-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527897464596709282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;FINALLY TOMORROW IS GRADUATION DAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for this day so (damm) long :D&lt;br /&gt;1st : I have no idea why the photo so small ):&lt;br /&gt;2nd : Am not prepared cause I wanna sleep longer (:&lt;br /&gt;3rd : Prepared for tomorrow's camhore ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave me speech for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Today will only upload this few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I promise I will flood my blog with pictures cause I will take alot!&lt;br /&gt;Umm...my head is empty now cause I feel like sleeping :P&lt;br /&gt;OK!&lt;br /&gt;TUCK TUCKS LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-3515766200425674450?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/3515766200425674450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=3515766200425674450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3515766200425674450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3515766200425674450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-be-sad-because-something-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLcJdvYjyCI/AAAAAAAAB48/feYlBv1wk3w/s72-c/title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-3025206168361754457</id><published>2010-10-13T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:33:54.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i cant imagine what will happen to us'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Because, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLWy1ZKdqZI/AAAAAAAAB3U/PtoCod1R09E/s1600/12102010825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLWy1ZKdqZI/AAAAAAAAB3U/PtoCod1R09E/s320/12102010825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527520748024736146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLWy1E9HggI/AAAAAAAAB3M/cdslFF3e4oM/s1600/13102010829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLWy1E9HggI/AAAAAAAAB3M/cdslFF3e4oM/s320/13102010829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527520742600049154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLWyYyk4KGI/AAAAAAAAB20/ivCSjPZY4mE/s1600/12102010821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLWyYyk4KGI/AAAAAAAAB20/ivCSjPZY4mE/s320/12102010821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527520256630204514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ONE DAY LEFT TILL GRADUATION! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above "Best Friend" necklace is given to me by vivian :D&lt;br /&gt;Today baby didn't come down and find me.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess tomorrow also the same uh. )"&lt;br /&gt;Met vivian friend today and know alot of things!&lt;br /&gt;OMG, its seriously too much to digest.&lt;br /&gt;I douth I can take it when the real thing happens D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Baby, I desperately need you now ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-3025206168361754457?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/3025206168361754457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=3025206168361754457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3025206168361754457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3025206168361754457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/because-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLWy1ZKdqZI/AAAAAAAAB3U/PtoCod1R09E/s72-c/12102010825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-8746664621947108832</id><published>2010-10-09T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:57:22.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alamak'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It's better to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; lose your pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;your loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;than to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; lose your loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;of your pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLBc1uH0XmI/AAAAAAAAB2E/YKW_JJylCMc/s1600/09102010792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLBc1uH0XmI/AAAAAAAAB2E/YKW_JJylCMc/s320/09102010792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526018820767243874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLBc2D5lgwI/AAAAAAAAB2M/Zgw2pP3Nt04/s1600/09102010793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLBc2D5lgwI/AAAAAAAAB2M/Zgw2pP3Nt04/s320/09102010793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526018826613129986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLBeMk5Ku6I/AAAAAAAAB2s/F-P-e_zEGjs/s1600/09102010805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLBeMk5Ku6I/AAAAAAAAB2s/F-P-e_zEGjs/s320/09102010805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526020312938494882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLBeLONIQZI/AAAAAAAAB2k/Y9UU_zZobOQ/s1600/09102010802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLBeLONIQZI/AAAAAAAAB2k/Y9UU_zZobOQ/s320/09102010802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526020289668333970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SATURDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch child eye but realised haven't been release yet )"&lt;br /&gt;So catch devil at plaza :D&lt;br /&gt;Rushed hubby out of the house cause we only have like 1 hr plus time to reach plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the bus came in time and we have like alot of time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;Was the 3 for $10 logo was kinda cute :D&lt;br /&gt;Reached and spend time taking the lift just because the stupid machine wont read hubby's card.&lt;br /&gt;And wait for hubby to withdraw (:&lt;br /&gt;After movie went to marina cause plaza was just too bored.&lt;br /&gt;Ate pizza hut with hubby.&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest today might just be my fattest day ever )"&lt;br /&gt;Bought some mask and than came home.&lt;br /&gt;Now that hubby is with his friends although I feel like knocking my head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I kinda regretted, but its alright.&lt;br /&gt;I dont regret what I decided.&lt;br /&gt;So now I am just going to watch movie and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And see what kind of decent photos he will bring back home.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feeling very fuck :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-8746664621947108832?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/8746664621947108832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=8746664621947108832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8746664621947108832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8746664621947108832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-better-to-lose-your-pride-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TLBc1uH0XmI/AAAAAAAAB2E/YKW_JJylCMc/s72-c/09102010792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-5911740503879479955</id><published>2010-10-08T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T19:32:40.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you made who i am today'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Even miracles take a little time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-The Fairy Godmother (Cinderella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TK7_AHoliGI/AAAAAAAAB10/4-CmD-SU55g/s1600/2811509435_320bb1cdc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TK7_AHoliGI/AAAAAAAAB10/4-CmD-SU55g/s320/2811509435_320bb1cdc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525634170344540258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ONE WEEK DOWN!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited that I am leaving the school!&lt;br /&gt;But just that I got to go back and have my O's :D&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MAX!!&lt;br /&gt;Went to bugis with girl and bought a random dress.&lt;br /&gt;Its plain, its simple, its purple :D&lt;br /&gt;After that went home with girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when life sucks too badly.&lt;br /&gt;You either  accept it or change it.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other way.&lt;br /&gt;Humans changes due to many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" You threw me away in the rubbish dump, I crawl out of it myself. Walk myself home, took a clean bath. And start my life afresh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life.&lt;br /&gt;I am a person never prone to changes.&lt;br /&gt;But I am person prone to accepting.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I am not going to write that I am having a fever and say how much I am feeling unwell.&lt;br /&gt;Because when my life kicks me hard, I will show my life how strong I can stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-5911740503879479955?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5911740503879479955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=5911740503879479955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5911740503879479955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5911740503879479955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/even-miracles-take-little-time.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TK7_AHoliGI/AAAAAAAAB10/4-CmD-SU55g/s72-c/2811509435_320bb1cdc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1558217121558616077</id><published>2010-10-07T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:56:04.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i dont get what was wrong with you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;When two hearts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;, they don't need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TK3OMT-9OWI/AAAAAAAAB1s/62InHfl5f1o/s1600/Snapshot_20100821_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TK3OMT-9OWI/AAAAAAAAB1s/62InHfl5f1o/s320/Snapshot_20100821_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525299028771551586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; WEE&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;K DO&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;WN T&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ILL LAST DA&lt;/span&gt;Y OF&lt;/span&gt; SCH&lt;/span&gt;OOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Short post for today)&lt;br /&gt;Met girl in school.&lt;br /&gt;Assembly in class, rain heavily.&lt;br /&gt;Met pearlyn last min cause her friend kinda spoiled her mood.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, baby spoil my mood.&lt;br /&gt;Suana, swim and listen to her troubles.&lt;br /&gt;Now, headache, cold and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Life is terribly bad!&lt;br /&gt;I needa sleep now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1558217121558616077?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1558217121558616077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1558217121558616077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1558217121558616077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1558217121558616077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-two-hearts-listen-they-dont-need.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TK3OMT-9OWI/AAAAAAAAB1s/62InHfl5f1o/s72-c/Snapshot_20100821_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-41326332455950442</id><published>2010-10-05T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:47:37.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Because I have my reasons.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweetest poem&lt;/span&gt; you will ever compose, would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on my lips, with yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKsaHyzQAkI/AAAAAAAAB1k/-TynLFwVYFQ/s1600/Photo0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKsaHyzQAkI/AAAAAAAAB1k/-TynLFwVYFQ/s320/Photo0291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524538089098183234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUESDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;( One week &amp;amp; three days till GRADUATION DAY! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met girl at school &amp;amp; she was earlier than me (:&lt;br /&gt;Walked in and had to stand the whole morning cause the floor was wet (stomp!)&lt;br /&gt;Yet the stupid DM talk NON-STOP, so much rubbish to say.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson was boring today.&lt;br /&gt;The best lesson for the day : POA!&lt;br /&gt;Reason :  My teacher DID NOT TURN UP!!! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;How good is that :D&lt;br /&gt;Had early dismissal cause the teacher was on mc.&lt;br /&gt;So self-declared^^v&lt;br /&gt;Met pearlyn at tiong and than went to my house.&lt;br /&gt;Talk alot with her and realise..WE DISLIKE THE SAME PERSON!&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I saw her and I miss her MUCH MUCH!( heart heart)&lt;br /&gt;Talked with her and many things.&lt;br /&gt;Than sent her home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Actually, I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;Because I dont trust with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And thus I am reluctant to do certain things.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy, but yet I fear.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to enjoy, but yet I dont trust.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to smile, but yet I want you here.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am doing the right decision, but yet I can't bring myself to it.&lt;br /&gt;Because I did rather your friends hate me and give me whatever title they want.&lt;br /&gt;Than to be alone waiting and worrying for you.&lt;br /&gt;I stood in your point of view and think.&lt;br /&gt;But...I have my resistant.&lt;br /&gt;You might not understand or know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I did rather be a bitch to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Than to let you chose your own way.&lt;br /&gt;Because, I have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-41326332455950442?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/41326332455950442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=41326332455950442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/41326332455950442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/41326332455950442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweetest-poem-you-will-ever-compose.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKsaHyzQAkI/AAAAAAAAB1k/-TynLFwVYFQ/s72-c/Photo0291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1290770300496063292</id><published>2010-10-04T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:12:22.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;                              &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't want to be just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;another invisible girl to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKnAO-lEdjI/AAAAAAAAB1c/pB_dcivZUmg/s1600/184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKnAO-lEdjI/AAAAAAAAB1c/pB_dcivZUmg/s320/184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524157781495805490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONDAY BLUES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last second week of school!&lt;br /&gt;Am waiting exciting for the last day of school to come :D&lt;br /&gt;Met girl at bus stop, lessons as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I AM HATING POA LIKE NOBODY BUSINESS! &lt;br /&gt;Has chinese lesson and the funniest thing happen.&lt;br /&gt;Cameron : Lesson in avt.&lt;br /&gt;Us : Ok (:&lt;br /&gt;( Open avt door, pitch darkness and silentness because no one was there.)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Does this look like chinese lesson to you?&lt;br /&gt;Vivian : (started laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Its so dumb because lessons was NEXT DOOR.&lt;br /&gt;Girl came to my house.&lt;br /&gt;While walking, I saw the bitch again.&lt;br /&gt;Its dumb cause I have seen her twice.&lt;br /&gt;And twice I hated her like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Who asked her to be such a bitch &amp;amp; slut?&lt;br /&gt;Girl stayed till 7 plus and went out with her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy week ahead this week (:&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday : company pearlyn suana (:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday : Maybe stay in school )" sad big time.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday : Bugis with girl.&lt;br /&gt;Friday : Bugis with girl / baby come my house.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : Photoshoot!&lt;br /&gt;Wah D: busy week ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall endure, because school will be over soon and I can say BYE BYE QUEENSTOWN :D&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to say, things have been alright with baby.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we made it balance. ( I hope)&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to give up a dream.&lt;br /&gt;But chances don't come knocking twice.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday photoshoot baby will be going with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needa sleep now :D&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...a few hours later (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I hope you will make with you said, true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1290770300496063292?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1290770300496063292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1290770300496063292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1290770300496063292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1290770300496063292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-to-be-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKnAO-lEdjI/AAAAAAAAB1c/pB_dcivZUmg/s72-c/184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1922395137579830201</id><published>2010-10-03T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:31:27.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all your words are proven by your actions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Say u love me and put it in a love song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Say u need me then write in a letter form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Say u want me and text me on a cellphone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/tian_shi_5566/PHOTOSHOOT/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2842.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 249px; height: 373px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/tian_shi_5566/PHOTOSHOOT/IMG_2842.jpg" alt="TE Photography" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If I argue with you it's because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;, otherwise I wouldn't care.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUNDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extreme Moody =x&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 3am last night, cause I can't sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up I take baby as my pillow and fall asleep on him.&lt;br /&gt;Text girl all the way today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THANKYOU FOR LISTENING TO MY CRY AND RANTS LAST NIGHT ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't talk much baby today.&lt;br /&gt;Am trying to slim down for sat photoshoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there is alot i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;but first i think i shall start with this.&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna tell me anything, please do.&lt;br /&gt;because i will keep quiet and silent to you.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna know everything that you wanna tell me.&lt;br /&gt;because i want to know how you are feeling and what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont even care about me.&lt;br /&gt;since when you give a fuck about me ever since that "day" started?&lt;br /&gt;since you dont bother about me why should i?&lt;br /&gt;its you who didnt want to bother about me, than tell me why should i care about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the f-ing fact that you talk on the phone beside me.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont give a shit whether the person is a guy or a girl.&lt;br /&gt;because I HATE seeing you sitting down there talking softly and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont like me to be a model, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;because i will give up being one for you.&lt;br /&gt;because being a model has always being my dream.&lt;br /&gt;and chances don't come knocking on my door twice.&lt;br /&gt;i work towards what i want.&lt;br /&gt;but one sentence of yours, i will give up.&lt;br /&gt;today when i asked you if you will wanna go to sentosa with me.&lt;br /&gt;is cause i want you to know what i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;i want you to have a rest assured heart and let me take photos.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want you to worry and fear.&lt;br /&gt;but your big fat no just broke my hearts into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;ya, i get it.&lt;br /&gt;your friends are more important than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am ridiculous and unreasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am mean and i demand things to go my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am insecure by your actions because you never done enough to let me trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i fear because i saw before what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its not the first day you know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;i have my fear and my insecure. its not because you dont know. its because i have never told you before. knowing the fact that "she" might appear there with you lights my first red light. because i dont trust. your friends are forever more important than me. but yet sometimes all i hope was for you to put me in the first place. but have you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1922395137579830201?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1922395137579830201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1922395137579830201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1922395137579830201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1922395137579830201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/say-u-love-me-and-put-it-in-love-song.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/tian_shi_5566/PHOTOSHOOT/th_IMG_2842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-5911293461465559098</id><published>2010-10-02T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:41:49.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='since you dont give a fuck about me neither will i care'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chances don't come knocking on your door&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKc0C7r8S8I/AAAAAAAAB04/3ybrYlg9uuc/s1600/62467_434822366611_646021611_5578832_2000443_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKc0C7r8S8I/AAAAAAAAB04/3ybrYlg9uuc/s320/62467_434822366611_646021611_5578832_2000443_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523440692979583938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKc0Cd9E93I/AAAAAAAAB0w/y085HP9iIVo/s1600/39551_434822896611_646021611_5578852_4610033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKc0Cd9E93I/AAAAAAAAB0w/y085HP9iIVo/s320/39551_434822896611_646021611_5578852_4610033_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523440684998391666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKc0CRkVAEI/AAAAAAAAB0o/-oAo1BRolxM/s1600/58158_434821401611_646021611_5578792_7514683_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKc0CRkVAEI/AAAAAAAAB0o/-oAo1BRolxM/s320/58158_434821401611_646021611_5578792_7514683_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523440681673359426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKc0CDtaNPI/AAAAAAAAB0g/_zag6Kezq5E/s1600/39270_434824051611_646021611_5578910_3686130_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKc0CDtaNPI/AAAAAAAAB0g/_zag6Kezq5E/s320/39270_434824051611_646021611_5578910_3686130_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523440677953352946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKc0B-HWVkI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/pxLiOiqR3Fg/s1600/33658_434823366611_646021611_5578876_7592220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKc0B-HWVkI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/pxLiOiqR3Fg/s320/33658_434823366611_646021611_5578876_7592220_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523440676451538498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Credits to Thomas Photography)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PHOTOSHOOT&lt;/span&gt; today with ah girl.&lt;br /&gt;Most photos are either up on fb or they are kept by me.&lt;br /&gt;Till today, than I realise it's not easy being a model.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired that I can hardly eat by the end of the photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, being a model was my dream when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;And now that i have a chance, why not try it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't waste my life being nothing when I can be something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having another photoshoot next week with girl again! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;situation with baby hasnt improve.&lt;br /&gt;cause he dont give a fuck about me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to care much about him.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i wont be surprise if we wont talk for the next week.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i am fuck up.&lt;br /&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/7920544999377975609-5911293461465559098?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5911293461465559098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=5911293461465559098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5911293461465559098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5911293461465559098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/chances-dont-come-knocking-on-your-door.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKc0C7r8S8I/AAAAAAAAB04/3ybrYlg9uuc/s72-c/62467_434822366611_646021611_5578832_2000443_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-308711018244807275</id><published>2010-10-01T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T22:21:58.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slient might just be my best friend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I told everyone how great you are,&lt;br /&gt; but in fact none of what I said was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKXry6HpwII/AAAAAAAAB0Q/YZ4QnD3veFM/s1600/tumblr_l6fp7a7TS31qb0ivgo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKXry6HpwII/AAAAAAAAB0Q/YZ4QnD3veFM/s320/tumblr_l6fp7a7TS31qb0ivgo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523079777867120770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2nd (30+1) ANNIVERSARY.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated our anniversary on 30 &amp;amp; 1.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the legend of the return fist?&lt;br /&gt;I only know is the fighting movie but dont know what name.&lt;br /&gt;After that baby stay over night at my house.&lt;br /&gt;And a small bit of unhappy thing occur.&lt;br /&gt;And it gotten worst.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe baby might not know what happen.&lt;br /&gt;It's because I didn't tell him.&lt;br /&gt;Not because I dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;Is cause I want him to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he knows his limits even thought I am relunctant to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;I have my reasons, as a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I am hating my life.&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, my life sucks with all this fucked up shit thats happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;thursday night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;baby show girlf message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;( whole night girlf cannot sleep because dont know what to do) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;next morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;helpless, dont know let or dont let.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;afternoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;asked baby if he wanted to go he said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;found out something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;you are not what i told my friends.&lt;br /&gt;my boyf has change, he care about how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to ever tell him something not to do or go,&lt;br /&gt;there might be a chance he might not go or do.&lt;br /&gt;"WOAH, your boyf has indeed change."&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, this all are just lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;lies to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;lies to my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;lies to my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;lies to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-308711018244807275?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/308711018244807275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=308711018244807275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/308711018244807275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/308711018244807275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-told-everyone-how-great-you-are-but.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKXry6HpwII/AAAAAAAAB0Q/YZ4QnD3veFM/s72-c/tumblr_l6fp7a7TS31qb0ivgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1683213852380789345</id><published>2010-09-28T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:41:16.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make the love count'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.O&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;.V&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;is like wine, the longer you brew the nicer it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But if you leave it standing too long, it will turn bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKHP3r_rEJI/AAAAAAAABww/IyIiIHgQEio/s1600/tumblr_l64eppNQGy1qbrk9eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKHP3r_rEJI/AAAAAAAABww/IyIiIHgQEio/s320/tumblr_l64eppNQGy1qbrk9eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521923173742481554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Be a guy like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Met girl in school today cause her father fetch her to school.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are just way boring Oct 15 please hurry come!&lt;br /&gt;Baby was suppose to fetch me but yet he didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;He say he will meet me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Shall see if he will come (:&lt;br /&gt;So, girl came to my house today and check out my outfits.&lt;br /&gt;Thus we are ready for sat's photo shoot!&lt;br /&gt;Baby is coming over to sleepover on friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for it (:&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can squeeze with baby in my bed and hug him to sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;Envy right ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you'll a secret, after he is gone I find that my bed is SO big!&lt;br /&gt;And empty, thus I always get sleepless night every night. ):&lt;br /&gt;I always sleep better with him around  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;www.girls-fantansy.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am having promotion this month.&lt;br /&gt;min. 1 outfit + 2 pairs of geo lens = $5 off&lt;br /&gt;The more you buy the more discount given!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;U&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7920544999377975609-1683213852380789345?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1683213852380789345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1683213852380789345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1683213852380789345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1683213852380789345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/l.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TKHP3r_rEJI/AAAAAAAABww/IyIiIHgQEio/s72-c/tumblr_l64eppNQGy1qbrk9eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1999957724608180419</id><published>2010-09-27T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:31:52.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love the way you do'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No one can make me smile the way you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae209/yoshidoll_69/photography/i1k5fq.jpg" alt="photography Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met girl at busstop and than school as normal.&lt;br /&gt;Had test after school and girl waited for me :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to her house to help her chose her outfit for sat PHOTOSHOOT!&lt;br /&gt;Tired and sleepy ):&lt;br /&gt;But yet I love the rain today!&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Stupid baby never text me =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe you might not know, how much I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1999957724608180419?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1999957724608180419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1999957724608180419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1999957724608180419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1999957724608180419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-one-can-make-me-smile-way-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae209/yoshidoll_69/photography/th_i1k5fq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1422747269368724459</id><published>2010-09-26T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:09:50.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;, you maybe one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But just maybe to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one person&lt;/span&gt;, you might just be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJ8vjwOq-8I/AAAAAAAABp4/z6NtCGESQQk/s1600/34430_1500249918983_1616236685_1158390_1621068_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJ8vjwOq-8I/AAAAAAAABp4/z6NtCGESQQk/s320/34430_1500249918983_1616236685_1158390_1621068_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521183959467883458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 weeks down to O's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby came over to stay last night.&lt;br /&gt;He was saying and than he came over about 6.&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner, watch movie till 12 than sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Although it was short but at least it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up and seeing baby sleeping soundly beside me might just be the best thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Despite that this week too much trash crop up,&lt;br /&gt;but he never fail to to make me smile and hug me tight when I decided to push him away cause I was angry at him.&lt;br /&gt;Baby left at about 1 plus and than HE NEVER TEXT ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;People, give me advise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should I :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Drop out of POA exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Take the risk and go for exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baby, I need you so badly by myside.&lt;br /&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/7920544999377975609-1422747269368724459?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1422747269368724459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1422747269368724459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1422747269368724459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1422747269368724459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-world-you-maybe-one-person.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJ8vjwOq-8I/AAAAAAAABp4/z6NtCGESQQk/s72-c/34430_1500249918983_1616236685_1158390_1621068_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-8937886284085401004</id><published>2010-09-24T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:35:07.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm tired of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lying&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm tired of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I know I've been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; but inside I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJyd1zfEXnI/AAAAAAAABpw/4ioMTnh3m_A/s1600/24092010741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJyd1zfEXnI/AAAAAAAABpw/4ioMTnh3m_A/s320/24092010741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520460790928531058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FRIDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took taxi to school cause I missed my bus.&lt;br /&gt;I am real tired, headache and sneezing everyday (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Took cab and reach before girl, waited for her then go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl, has been irritated by a STUPID &amp;amp; SHAMELESS &amp;amp; THICK SKIN GUY.&lt;br /&gt;Help her scold her guy and still dare to threaten her, so I threaten him back.&lt;br /&gt;He also no choice treat her good good (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Such guys disgust me max! Horrible guy, think is a Casanova (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;And also there is a girl who made girl's day horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't know which girl but, maybe she should just keep her own comments to herself.&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to scold her on her wall.&lt;br /&gt;And her friend is funnier, she should ask her friend what happen first before commenting.&lt;br /&gt;Younger kids world, hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was with girl whole day, ate lunch with her in school.&lt;br /&gt;Than suddenly ask me go out with her.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and change than meet girl at vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Ate strawberry milk ice and mac with girl.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around with her than left.&lt;br /&gt;Photos is still with her =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;How should I explain to you how I am feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;-I am not the  heater when you wanna use than heat it,&lt;br /&gt; when you dont want to use it than leave it.&lt;br /&gt;-I am not some tissue you own,&lt;br /&gt;use it or leave it at the side as and when you want.&lt;br /&gt;-I dont like the way we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to express my feeling,&lt;br /&gt; so I the only way I can do is to leave everyday like normal.&lt;br /&gt;Girl was right, if you lose me one day they only person who will is sad is her.&lt;br /&gt;Because only you can make me happy, not her.&lt;br /&gt;She can't make me happy like the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;You did wrong things, I was angry.&lt;br /&gt;You accuse me of doing wrong things, my heart died on you.&lt;br /&gt;Its already one week, and I told you before.&lt;br /&gt;I will only accept your apologise within three day.&lt;br /&gt;Its close to a week, its enough.&lt;br /&gt;My heart has died, because you dont give a fuck to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to express my feeling through here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is,&lt;br /&gt;Because, you will.&lt;br /&gt;Because, you don't care&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-8937886284085401004?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/8937886284085401004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=8937886284085401004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8937886284085401004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8937886284085401004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-tired-of-lying.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJyd1zfEXnI/AAAAAAAABpw/4ioMTnh3m_A/s72-c/24092010741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-6453487795384552298</id><published>2010-09-23T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:03:47.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell me that you love me and i will be alright'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt; is just your feelings asking for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/color" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px; height: 347px;" src="http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad252/31gummy31/2122228595_b143de2910.jpg" alt="CANDY KINDA Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Three weeks to last day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Given information from my teachers Oct 15 is my last day of school + graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;I am like  SUPER HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can finally leave this god-forsaken school for good (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Met girl in school today cause she say she will be late.&lt;br /&gt;In the end she came up behind me and cover my eyes (L)&lt;br /&gt;PE lesson is dumb when a few more weeks will be O levels and PE is still going on.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to do today.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it feels like O level has ended cause its kinda slack in the class.&lt;br /&gt;Went home with T cause girl have to rush home for tuition (:&lt;br /&gt;Baked cookies and burnt myself (N)  PAIN SIA!&lt;br /&gt;But at least the cookies are prettier looking now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocked on my brother's door cause I wanna tell him something.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw he &amp;amp; his girl hanky panky inside the room.&lt;br /&gt;And our retarded conversation goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;Me : * knock  and rolling the cookie dough* RON!&lt;br /&gt;My brother : WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Open larx I got something to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;My brother : Like that say la, if not later than say.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Why? you busy ah?&lt;br /&gt;My brother : YA! If not what do you think I am doing?&lt;br /&gt;Me : * silent 5 sec* Masturbating?&lt;br /&gt;My brother : *gave up &amp;amp; open door*&lt;br /&gt;Me : OH HI!&lt;br /&gt;His girl : *shy* Hi, you slim down alot.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aww! Wait * turn &amp;amp; look at my brother* EH! YOU KNOW I SAW THE BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;My brother : I know. She super short &amp;amp; fat. Like that short only *look at his feet and use and to measure*&lt;br /&gt;Me : *LAUGH! &amp;amp; pause* Ok, you both can contiune now. *walk out of the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bitch. The girl I hated before I move out and even till now.&lt;br /&gt;OMG larx! She seriously D.I.S.G.U.S.T me ttm! *gross out &amp;amp; hair stand*&lt;br /&gt;Told girl about it, and she told me to smile cause my day shouldn't be spoiled by her (Y)&lt;br /&gt;But she really disgust me (ewwwwww!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Each step of pain is moving towards growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me that you love me and I will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-6453487795384552298?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/6453487795384552298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=6453487795384552298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6453487795384552298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6453487795384552298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/fear-is-just-your-feelings-asking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-4412577445675910546</id><published>2010-09-22T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T18:47:26.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like the last cookie in the jar, all alone and broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i429.photobucket.com/albums/qq17/xXxMary_Weather209xXx/d6d30b6ffd2248c06f4d5ead1c6e6150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School as usual, met girl at busstop than walk to school.&lt;br /&gt;Slept in class for one period of lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching end of lesson it started to rain, ate in school with girl.&lt;br /&gt;Walked under the rain than took bus home.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou girl for listening to my problems.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, gastric pain &amp;amp; flu (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-4412577445675910546?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/4412577445675910546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=4412577445675910546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/4412577445675910546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/4412577445675910546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-feel-like-last-cookie-in-jar-all.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-108532405920925102</id><published>2010-09-21T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:33:51.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i waited for you the whole day but this is the case forget it'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJi2PhNOP2I/AAAAAAAABpo/AY3iDQnTIYI/s1600/27082010620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJi2PhNOP2I/AAAAAAAABpo/AY3iDQnTIYI/s320/27082010620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519361721070665570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(taken during exam period)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School as usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Met girl in school cause my bus came early today.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to girl and ate steamboat for lunch aka dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I eat so little yet I don't even feel hungry (:&lt;br /&gt;Called up pearlyn cause I MISS HER MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;Met up with her than suana and girls talk as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No words will prove what "LOVE" means, because love is just simply love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Walked with her to buy card but my stupid shops are all out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;So waited with her for bus and send her off.&lt;br /&gt;Originally, my plan for mooncake festival was to celebrate with yinghui.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I wanted to celebrate with my boyf.&lt;br /&gt;Than, quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;So now maybe celebrate with ahgirl.&lt;br /&gt;But than, I think I will rot at home instead (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-108532405920925102?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/108532405920925102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=108532405920925102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/108532405920925102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/108532405920925102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/taken-during-exam-period-school-as.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJi2PhNOP2I/AAAAAAAABpo/AY3iDQnTIYI/s72-c/27082010620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-3784867458718493048</id><published>2010-09-19T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:35:07.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My love is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;, my love is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;; especially when&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I give it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJYVFVvmOCI/AAAAAAAABpg/j7TcZOpVQ2Y/s1600/Photo0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJYVFVvmOCI/AAAAAAAABpg/j7TcZOpVQ2Y/s320/Photo0277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518621574869432354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABY WENT BACK TODAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two/three weeks of stay at my house baby went back home ):&lt;br /&gt;Even though baby promise that he will still come back, but like i miss him ):&lt;br /&gt;I miss every night hearing him snore.&lt;br /&gt;I miss every night squeezing with him on my single size bed.&lt;br /&gt;I miss every night hugging him to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I miss cuddling with him in bed morning/night.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him beside me.&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna hug him tight tight tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-3784867458718493048?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/3784867458718493048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=3784867458718493048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3784867458718493048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3784867458718493048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-love-is-real-my-love-is-true.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJYVFVvmOCI/AAAAAAAABpg/j7TcZOpVQ2Y/s72-c/Photo0277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1914231243196090863</id><published>2010-09-17T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:12:38.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont take life to seriously cause you will not walk out alive'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;safer&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;securer&lt;/span&gt; with you around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJNvPxWTp0I/AAAAAAAABpY/e-aZ8J-FcwQ/s1600/Photo0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJNvPxWTp0I/AAAAAAAABpY/e-aZ8J-FcwQ/s320/Photo0288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517876285194610498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJNvPrziZhI/AAAAAAAABpQ/4E6BWi9qcmA/s1600/Photo0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJNvPrziZhI/AAAAAAAABpQ/4E6BWi9qcmA/s320/Photo0278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517876283706598930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJNvPPwDGRI/AAAAAAAABpI/TVGoag8W3Sg/s1600/Photo0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJNvPPwDGRI/AAAAAAAABpI/TVGoag8W3Sg/s320/Photo0283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517876276175771922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJNvO3e2N_I/AAAAAAAABpA/8P2DO1TEBj4/s1600/Photo0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJNvO3e2N_I/AAAAAAAABpA/8P2DO1TEBj4/s320/Photo0291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517876269661173746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJNvORNtkJI/AAAAAAAABo4/wlnIiP1dAbQ/s1600/Photo0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJNvORNtkJI/AAAAAAAABo4/wlnIiP1dAbQ/s320/Photo0275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517876259388756114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't attend today's prelim paper.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it was raining mad and than my shoes is wet= no mood = cannot pass = fail.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this logic is not easy to be understand by people, but than only pearlyn understand! (L)&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I went home and than stay at home but in the end I got to go out and roam about.&lt;br /&gt;Than about 1plus than got home, then I realise life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Life suck to the max when ypu dont have much people knowing what is going on with your life.&lt;br /&gt;But why so, is because there are people with secrets.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how close friends are, there bound to be secret.&lt;br /&gt;When my life sucks is because people made it sucks for me.&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I use to be alone thats why I only keep secrets in me.&lt;br /&gt;But yet today, boyf is with me.&lt;br /&gt;I told him counterless time :" I am glad 2010 is coming to an end, because 2010 sucks too badly"&lt;br /&gt;Even thought deep down I know its the shits what happen made it suck.&lt;br /&gt;But I never tell him this :" But you made everyday worth smilling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To my friends: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Thankyou for making my 2010 colourful, because you people exited thats why there was colours in my life, I want to thank you all for making my 2010 worth remembering, no matter is people who I know have came and left, or came and stay. THANKYOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To baby: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Baby , thankyou for being with me today. And don't cry. I love you no matter what happens. You still have me, I am here for you. I feel more secure and safer with you around, really. I don't regret my choice and I use to wonder around my decision with your question. But now, I have the answer to it. I will not question myself anymore, because you are what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I may have said it a million times, but today, I love you greatly baby, I love you much much (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1914231243196090863?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1914231243196090863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1914231243196090863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1914231243196090863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1914231243196090863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-feel-safer-securer-with-you-around.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJNvPxWTp0I/AAAAAAAABpY/e-aZ8J-FcwQ/s72-c/Photo0288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-3204506585332047602</id><published>2010-09-16T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:30:20.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only want to take part in your present, not past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJH8OD6_vnI/AAAAAAAABow/Qz0dhL1cSdI/s1600/06092010687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJH8OD6_vnI/AAAAAAAABow/Qz0dhL1cSdI/s320/06092010687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517468337006689906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was nearly late for chem paper today, so took cab to school.&lt;br /&gt;After exam, home and rot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Was in fb and i got to know a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I use to be the reader of his blog but after that I left.&lt;br /&gt;And so somehow he added me in fb and now we became friends :D&lt;br /&gt;Such a surprised and small world it can be.&lt;br /&gt;I use to tell my friends : good looking guys are either all attached or they are gays.&lt;br /&gt;But yet this time he told me : all th good girls are all either attached or unavailable .&lt;br /&gt;Never knew that guys had the same thinking theory as girls.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to know you as my friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:/ I got a pair of instock geo lens, black 0 degree. Interested can leave a tag at my blog or fb.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I got new Dolly EOS up. Do check them out and see if anything interest you people thankyou (:  www.girls-fantansy-dollyeos.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-3204506585332047602?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/3204506585332047602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=3204506585332047602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3204506585332047602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3204506585332047602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-only-want-to-take-part-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJH8OD6_vnI/AAAAAAAABow/Qz0dhL1cSdI/s72-c/06092010687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-6170167948168556702</id><published>2010-09-15T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:26:24.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i need someone to talk to'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;                             &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;a id="status_star_24500212355" class="fav-action non-fav" title="favorite this tweet"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Don't depend so much on anyone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Even your shadow leaves you when you're in darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJC6Mq0qDII/AAAAAAAABeo/F4Ufg76xfYU/s1600/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJC6Mq0qDII/AAAAAAAABeo/F4Ufg76xfYU/s320/DSC00675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517114270345202818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJC5734kemI/AAAAAAAABeg/BAFdcMF7xL8/s1600/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJC5734kemI/AAAAAAAABeg/BAFdcMF7xL8/s320/DSC00696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517113981793499746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to walk under the rain today in the morning :D&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to school had chinese paper and poa paper.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will pass my chinese paper which is only part B cause part A was abit sucky.&lt;br /&gt;Had poa paper wasnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i will fail with nicer digits this time.&lt;br /&gt;Went to queenstown mrt with T and than took bus home.&lt;br /&gt;Was talking random stuff with her.&lt;br /&gt;Came home bake cookies and cook soup than nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Cause my boyf will only play dota than to company me cause he say " he is VERY BORED" since that i am at home.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends ):&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times i always go out and tour around sg with yinghui.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times i always have talking sessions after school with fazlina.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times that i can be who i am, and do what i do, and say what i wanna say when i am with pearlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing out my friends so much.&lt;br /&gt;Will you people ever forgive me for leaving you lovely out so much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-6170167948168556702?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/6170167948168556702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=6170167948168556702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6170167948168556702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/6170167948168556702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-depend-so-much-on-anyone-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TJC6Mq0qDII/AAAAAAAABeo/F4Ufg76xfYU/s72-c/DSC00675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-2061693463833780150</id><published>2010-09-13T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:05:10.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Listen to your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TI4gHVfSCMI/AAAAAAAABeY/qtYOgD2yOm4/s1600/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TI4gHVfSCMI/AAAAAAAABeY/qtYOgD2yOm4/s320/DSC00681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516381903974959298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Will you take him/her as your husband/wife, regardless of birth, death, illness and ageing, poor or rich. But to only love and honor him/her for eternity." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;SUNDAY : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Attended a friend wedding, she look so happy and was smilling from ear to ear. It really shows that wedding is really one in a life time event. Reached home at about 11 plus, companied and played with baby till 1 plus cause he can't sleep ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;MONDAY : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Went to school for geog  and maths exam. After exam went to ah girl house and slack than went home. Feeling kinda giddy. Should start sleeping :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-2061693463833780150?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/2061693463833780150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=2061693463833780150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2061693463833780150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2061693463833780150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/listen-to-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TI4gHVfSCMI/AAAAAAAABeY/qtYOgD2yOm4/s72-c/DSC00681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-3753095986359589199</id><published>2010-09-12T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:33:41.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I turn the facts to shitn I am super woman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Growing up was never easy, but it made it tougher for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIutBR41MbI/AAAAAAAABeQ/IoaQ3l3m9vM/s1600/05092010679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIutBR41MbI/AAAAAAAABeQ/IoaQ3l3m9vM/s320/05092010679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515692406138548658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm not prone to changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Went to my mum's new office with baby to interview today.&lt;br /&gt;Than printed some photos and than slack and stay there whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Helped my mum bind some books.&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at home than baby help my mum move the boxes and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it went my baby says he wanna go chamber.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I just HATE that place from the bottom of my heart! * calming down in process*&lt;br /&gt;Is like wtf is good about there? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;*ok really need to calm down*&lt;br /&gt;* -COOLING- *&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am going to a wedding ceremony tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Will bring some pictures back home (:&lt;br /&gt;Anybody have twitter?&lt;br /&gt;I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIND ME : @ k_prettysmiles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-3753095986359589199?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/3753095986359589199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=3753095986359589199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3753095986359589199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/3753095986359589199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/growing-up-was-never-easy-but-it-made.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIutBR41MbI/AAAAAAAABeQ/IoaQ3l3m9vM/s72-c/05092010679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-7928484929112106999</id><published>2010-09-10T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:09:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To me, growing up is a form of torture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIo63yOYegI/AAAAAAAABeI/gEbhvwu-MPI/s1600/IMG_10006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIo63yOYegI/AAAAAAAABeI/gEbhvwu-MPI/s320/IMG_10006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515285423717906946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;my dad is back home, baby is still living with me but going back home soon and I will still drag him over to my house and stay again, one week holiday is bored max, movie marathon everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping for school to start soon, cause I am seriously very bored! ):&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out and enjoy than sun/rain.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out and sweat and still be pretty with/without makeups.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO STAY AT HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Sometimes, I don't even know what/why am I thinking. I must be insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-7928484929112106999?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/7928484929112106999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=7928484929112106999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7928484929112106999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/7928484929112106999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-me-growing-up-is-form-of-torture.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIo63yOYegI/AAAAAAAABeI/gEbhvwu-MPI/s72-c/IMG_10006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-5591945211746539280</id><published>2010-09-08T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:53:10.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two couple's living in the same roof and bring out the joyful moments.</title><content type='html'>Two couple's living in the same roof and bring out the joyful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIe-_qmPVEI/AAAAAAAABeA/InodyMsFsEw/s1600/08092010695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIe-_qmPVEI/AAAAAAAABeA/InodyMsFsEw/s320/08092010695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514586269714175042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIe7bceADcI/AAAAAAAABd4/Fu1hTBiNIt8/s1600/08092010704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIe7bceADcI/AAAAAAAABd4/Fu1hTBiNIt8/s320/08092010704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514582348911349186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIeyIAfuzHI/AAAAAAAABdQ/cHUE8pYj-oc/s1600/08092010718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIeyIAfuzHI/AAAAAAAABdQ/cHUE8pYj-oc/s320/08092010718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514572119380249714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is written by her hubby: 信&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS SO DAMN BORED! *ROAR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUSHI MUSHI~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i wake up at about 8am. Yeah. Damn early okay. My beloved wifey still asleep! OMG! She's cute when she snore! Hee~ Shh~ Don't tell her okay! Cause i really can't get into sleep at all. For been all this day my eye keep on giving me problems. And i don't know why.  Alright, Let's start the fun now! About afternoon, we still don't know what to do. Then my baby tell me that she wanna bake cookies  for me! And i'm so touched to hear that! Seriously~ Although she always does it and failed to bake out a proper cookie for me. But it taste a little bit nice cause it still has the smell of the cookie. So i decide to throw all the cookie. And my dear just felt so down and quiet cause it can't be eaten. After that, the entire afternoon we just lying down on the bed watching movie that we have downloaded from website. WE JUST ROT AT THERE LIKE THE PUDGE! Haa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile later, My dear ask me that she wanna go out cause its bored at home. So we decided the place randomly. And we went to the opposite side there the bus stop taking 855 to yishun interchange all the way. Although it travel quite a long distance, but is okay with it. We reached there and randomly looking around the places and its quite interesting too. After awhile, i feel very hungry. :( Then we keep on looking around, seeing whether have seat a not. Alas, i decided to have "SWENSENS!" as our dinner. Every time i have a hard to choose what i want to eat! So fed up. Cause everything is so delicious! OMG~~ Then we have our couple's conversation. And i'm talking, she isn't listening at all! Cause she's concentrating on my back of that girl that speak so loud and letting her so obsess. Cute right! Haa!! Yeah. We had finish our dinner than my dear just can't have her patient of her ice cream. Cause she have already waited for about half an hour. After we finish everything than she complained to me that she feel very cold and i just tell her we're heading home now. And yet, She saw some shop that sell those clothes and short and she bought her own selves a shorts. Quite nice too. Yeah. Thats all we have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, And sweet dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derrick cifer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-5591945211746539280?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/5591945211746539280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=5591945211746539280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5591945211746539280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/5591945211746539280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-couples-living-in-same-roof-and.html' title='Two couple&apos;s living in the same roof and bring out the joyful moments.'/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIe-_qmPVEI/AAAAAAAABeA/InodyMsFsEw/s72-c/08092010695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-8621307457170616028</id><published>2010-09-05T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:57:41.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Past, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Present,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIJ6LPPxkeI/AAAAAAAABcY/5-ID-wYuv80/s1600/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIJ6LPPxkeI/AAAAAAAABcY/5-ID-wYuv80/s320/DSC00651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513103227344753122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only now that you know you still have me.&lt;br /&gt;It's only now that you know you can rely on me.&lt;br /&gt;It's only now that you know you have me.&lt;br /&gt;All this I told you before, a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;But in the long run, for the next twenty years to come.&lt;br /&gt;I will still be here, so hold me tight and run after me.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I walk away, hold me back.&lt;br /&gt;If I leave, tell me to return back.&lt;br /&gt;Because the years down the road,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-8621307457170616028?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/8621307457170616028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=8621307457170616028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8621307457170616028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8621307457170616028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/past-present-future.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIJ6LPPxkeI/AAAAAAAABcY/5-ID-wYuv80/s72-c/DSC00651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-8160059895172822828</id><published>2010-09-03T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:06:44.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I can never see again, the last person I wish to see is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIDxqSeYFMI/AAAAAAAABcQ/CrujTGi8dKQ/s1600/03092010667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIDxqSeYFMI/AAAAAAAABcQ/CrujTGi8dKQ/s320/03092010667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512671652717532354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Quarrel (fixed at night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: School and test, suana and swim with baby, movies at tiong for haunted changi home at 10 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday : Didn't make it to ss paper but made it to physic paper. Had test, go throught test paper, vivian house, took her cow home :D Rush home, bath, office help mum till 7 plus. Now home and resting. MY EYES SUPER PAIN!!!  byebye ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-8160059895172822828?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/8160059895172822828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=8160059895172822828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8160059895172822828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/8160059895172822828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-can-never-see-again-last-person-i.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TIDxqSeYFMI/AAAAAAAABcQ/CrujTGi8dKQ/s72-c/03092010667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1223511115995331587</id><published>2010-09-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T01:10:49.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't care how long the future will be, I only care how happy we are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xRJVIZ8I/AAAAAAAABcA/pTcOVBRtoAE/s1600/31082010638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xRJVIZ8I/AAAAAAAABcA/pTcOVBRtoAE/s320/31082010638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511615689603442626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xQtaKAxI/AAAAAAAABb4/G2ucpUEH8v0/s1600/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xQtaKAxI/AAAAAAAABb4/G2ucpUEH8v0/s320/DSC00658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511615682108326674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xQQvg_ZI/AAAAAAAABbw/Vj6E5T2DJB0/s1600/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xQQvg_ZI/AAAAAAAABbw/Vj6E5T2DJB0/s320/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511615674413284754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xPx6iwAI/AAAAAAAABbo/UKpFwSwG3cc/s1600/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xPx6iwAI/AAAAAAAABbo/UKpFwSwG3cc/s320/DSC00652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511615666138038274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xPTwNWSI/AAAAAAAABbg/3v1LjBBxdfU/s1600/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xPTwNWSI/AAAAAAAABbg/3v1LjBBxdfU/s320/DSC00636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511615658041628962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xzYta8MI/AAAAAAAABcI/pWwx46aci20/s1600/Snapshot_20100831_36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xzYta8MI/AAAAAAAABcI/pWwx46aci20/s320/Snapshot_20100831_36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511616277847404738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;N&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;NIVE&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid baby don't want blog for me :&lt; it was suppose to be him who is to blog!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its our anniversary today :D&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and slack till late.&lt;br /&gt;Left house at about 4 plus 5, headed to marina barrage.&lt;br /&gt;Bring our beloved kite to have a small fly.&lt;br /&gt;I help hubby take nice photos he take my photo like ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Than I saw this couple super cute and loving uh!&lt;br /&gt;It remind me of the past :D and I took photo of them :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there and than fly the kite saw a sotong, super cute!&lt;br /&gt;And I suggested baby to fly the kite with a light stick.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Got one group of people who has TOTAL no sense of originality COPY MY IDEA! *STEP*&lt;br /&gt;Left there about 8 plus 9 cause my baby was complaining that he is hungry :D&lt;br /&gt;Walked through the dark alley and talk about some stuff,&lt;br /&gt;got nagged by the security guard cause we walk throught the working site ^^v&lt;br /&gt;Bought dinner home to eat cause all the shop has already close down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1223511115995331587?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1223511115995331587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1223511115995331587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1223511115995331587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1223511115995331587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-care-how-long-future-will-be-i.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/TH0xRJVIZ8I/AAAAAAAABcA/pTcOVBRtoAE/s72-c/31082010638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-1446278438305865087</id><published>2010-08-30T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:17:18.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIMDEXING'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I love you endlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/THuqGlbQViI/AAAAAAAABbY/N5DFxRXeAi0/s1600/tumblr_l6gyt8HiI81qbodm2o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/THuqGlbQViI/AAAAAAAABbY/N5DFxRXeAi0/s320/tumblr_l6gyt8HiI81qbodm2o1_500.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511185599120299554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ENGLISH PRELIM EXAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Went for exam today and baby did his ns check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Its kinda sad to see his enlist for ns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Its like seeing him leaving me like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Had exam and sleep during the papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I am having food poisoning again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Life is full of ups and downs, no matter how hard/much you have faced and tried shit never fail to show up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Just like r/s no matter how much you give in, at a certain point of time certain things you just wont give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;People always say " I have done enough of pretending infront of everybody." and " I dont want to hurt those whom I love anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;There is no way you can erase the hurts, but to give lesser hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;There is ALWAYS a way to stop pretending because the more you pretend the more people will find that you are fake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Life is not about pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Its about being who and what you REALLY are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;And facing the problems you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Shit happens to everybody on the earth, its only the matter of whether you know how to face them with the positive attitude or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;We, are all humans. Made with flesh and blood, we bounce to get tired facing all the shit things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;But there is another two things call : entertainment and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Entertainment is there for you to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Friends are there to listen to your troubles/problems and help you if you just open your mouth and tell them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;We humans are never good with feelings, thats why we cry and laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;We humans are like growing trees, thats why we aged and fall sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;We humans are like water bottles, that why we have friends to talk to so that we do not bottle up our feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;We humans are simple humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Its only we ourselves complicated ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sweetheart, I hope you read this post.  As this post is for you. We are bloodties, yes I don't deny there are time we dont feel like saying out our problem but just like tumour if we dont fix it, it will only turn bad. I am not forcing you to say out but you want anyone to listen to I am there for you. Don't say that I have changed, because I know I have change. And I am better than before. I know. I  didn't change myself, its the problems I have to face changed me. This is life, its part of learning and growing. You need me, you know how to find me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-1446278438305865087?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/1446278438305865087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=1446278438305865087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1446278438305865087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/1446278438305865087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-you-endlessly.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/THuqGlbQViI/AAAAAAAABbY/N5DFxRXeAi0/s72-c/tumblr_l6gyt8HiI81qbodm2o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-9208469538531311115</id><published>2010-08-29T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:32:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Time is flying to fast, I am not having enough time to love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/THpfCreQQBI/AAAAAAAABbI/W9xdz3QvMUs/s1600/Photo0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/THpfCreQQBI/AAAAAAAABbI/W9xdz3QvMUs/s320/Photo0253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510821593675218962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/THpfDJaSFeI/AAAAAAAABbQ/yATR-3Z6vCo/s1600/Photo0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/THpfDJaSFeI/AAAAAAAABbQ/yATR-3Z6vCo/s320/Photo0228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510821601711625698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As promised, the photos on saturday! that is the two balloon baby got for me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;SUNDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is monday!&lt;br /&gt;But its alright, cause I am having exam tomorrow or rather this week.&lt;br /&gt;But baby is with me cause I told him to stay over at my house ^^v&lt;br /&gt;So it doesnt matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;BUT ONLY THIS WEEK ):&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow exam till 6 and baby will be having his ns check D:&lt;br /&gt;Today wake up late cause I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;But first time baby wake me up  :D&lt;br /&gt;Watched movie and than went to baby's house and take extra clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling very well today.&lt;br /&gt;Kept feel like vomiting ):&lt;br /&gt;Make baby worry, but I am glad cause I have baby with me :D&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY IS COMING! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;PS:/ sorry for the boring post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-9208469538531311115?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/9208469538531311115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=9208469538531311115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/9208469538531311115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/9208469538531311115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-is-flying-to-fast-i-am-not-having.html' title=''/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QjIPKOEsD4/THpfCreQQBI/AAAAAAAABbI/W9xdz3QvMUs/s72-c/Photo0253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920544999377975609.post-2855920448386261305</id><published>2010-08-29T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:10:05.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been with you everyday, is like a fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Being with you everday is like a fairytale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS:/ Below post is done by my baby. Pictures will be uploaded tomorrow cause my comp is lagging -.- THANKYOU LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we slept until 1pm. Properly is i wake up first. But my wife still asleep! Cause of her laptop giving her problems logging in the internet. So we just keep on delay the time until 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we have bath finish, we went to have some "Cold Rock" ice cream. Cause my babe feel like eating ice cream so i bring her go eat. Both of us having different flavor of the ice cream. Ate until so full. And its sweet! I complain to my baby that my throat very pain cause having too much ice cream than we went to 7 eleven buy drink. Finally it reach until my house. Then i taking some clothes from my house than my baby was having some conversation with my mum. My mum also damn cute. Talk about my childhood story to my wifey. Making me blush~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next location were be at vivo city~ haa!! Seriously i don't even know where we going too. But i still remember what you said that you wanna buy things from daiso. Also your math equipment. Even i never even mention it, my wifey also won't go buy.  CAUSE MY WIFE VERY ADORABLE AND BLUR!! We bought some glowing stick, kite and some other things that can use. And we have our "串串!" as our dinner.  Thats all we have it. I am tired. I want sleep liao! Bye bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920544999377975609-2855920448386261305?l=her-immaturely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/feeds/2855920448386261305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920544999377975609&amp;postID=2855920448386261305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2855920448386261305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920544999377975609/posts/default/2855920448386261305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-immaturely.blogspot.com/2010/08/been-with-you-everyday-is-like.html' title='Been with you everyday, is like a fairytale'/><author><name>princessdolli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
