<?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-5602161651879661303</id><updated>2011-09-29T06:23:00.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams;</title><subtitle type='html'>Cherish Them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-9037894371759292820</id><published>2009-12-24T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:44:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome God.</title><content type='html'>Today is what I would think most Form 3's call their "doomsday" or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, when everyone was collecting their PMR result slips, I was just standing there, still terrified and not really wanting to know how I did. But to my surprise, I scored straight A's; I was screaming and hugging Aly and just overflowing with tears and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really REALLY thank God for my results, I was definitely not expecting 7A's. He's been my guide throughout my journey, and will continue to be so. I am extremely thankful and grateful to Him for granting me wisdom and strength and everything else that I needed to overcome this obstacle of mine. All praise and glory be to God! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to everyone; I'll see you all next year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a Merry Christmas &amp;amp; a Happy New Year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, this will most likely be my last blog post. I no longer feel a need/want to blog anymore. :) Feel free to visit any of the links on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-with wisdom, power &amp;amp; love, our God is an awesome God.&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/5602161651879661303-9037894371759292820?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/9037894371759292820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=9037894371759292820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/9037894371759292820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/9037894371759292820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2009/12/awesome-god.html' title='Awesome God.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-7351176903075576894</id><published>2009-11-17T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:03:19.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Me Softly;</title><content type='html'>I've been away from this blog or far too long.. Can I say that I've lost my skills of blogging? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to blog about these days, it's just so bloody boringgg. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone take me out, please lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Pow's BBQ party last Saturday was the bomb; pictures are up on Facebook! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I have a proper topic to blog about, that's all, hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- you have absolutely no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-7351176903075576894?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7351176903075576894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=7351176903075576894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/7351176903075576894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/7351176903075576894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2009/11/killing-me-softly.html' title='Killing Me Softly;'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-6683829277082789486</id><published>2009-09-22T16:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:06:46.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the first time yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SriNPp7v4EI/AAAAAAAAAso/J0f4jENRzQk/s1600-h/gossipgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SriNPp7v4EI/AAAAAAAAAso/J0f4jENRzQk/s320/gossipgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384208654615437378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At Mae's, with Jen. Now I know why she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; study, lol. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had a taste of one episode, but it was definitely enough to get me hooked. Though I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't find Ed Westwick attractive, in the least bit. Chace all the way :D! Ed looks like another Robert Pattinson to me, no offense. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CANNOT WAIT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; till PMR is over. Then I can finish watching my Heroes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; long overdue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, watch Gossip Girl, and Glee as well. :D! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone wanna recommend anymore TV shows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, Ellis' open house yesterday was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;, haha. I went back with &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cat fur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all over my pants. x) I didn't take much, but the pictures'll be up on Facebook..in about 3 weeks' time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, I'm gonna dig into Form 2 History after this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh!&lt;/span&gt; Is it just me or does Justin Bieber look like a long lost younger brother of Jesse McCartney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SriM0nJ2gkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/PEwXOCFqedY/s1600-h/justin+bieber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SriM0nJ2gkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/PEwXOCFqedY/s320/justin+bieber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384208190012817986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SriMz1LvnmI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mkf0c223IQg/s1600-h/jesse+mccartney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SriMz1LvnmI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mkf0c223IQg/s320/jesse+mccartney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384208176598982242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- come live in me, all my life take over.&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/5602161651879661303-6683829277082789486?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6683829277082789486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=6683829277082789486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/6683829277082789486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/6683829277082789486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2009/09/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SriNPp7v4EI/AAAAAAAAAso/J0f4jENRzQk/s72-c/gossipgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-1801188234910322218</id><published>2009-05-11T14:27:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:14:51.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Between.</title><content type='html'>Consume me from the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;inside out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People just don't like receiving gifts these days, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; The boys were being retards in class, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Get well, Al. Haha, *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Sorry about the little misunderstanding today, May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Audition's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I've been having this want to do song covers, lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I want to get Fireflight's album, Unbreakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; And I wanna watch &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/gleeonfox"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! I hope they show it here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 216px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334617012322871650" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/Sghd6KBCqWI/AAAAAAAAApw/QD62m9U_zpk/s320/kevin+mchale+glee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Hahaha, Kevin's so cute la. He acts as the crippled nerd, Artie.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I need to find a new will to study. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; No more blogging until after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Sorryyy, I'll give a proper update after exams, okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Mae, those pictures too; after exams, alright? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, and Ameer still owes me RM 5. -_- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Outside Lie; The Inside Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear, a sob, a cry, a scream;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, I'm just the way I'm supposed to seem.&lt;br /&gt;My every laughter, and every smile;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, the joy lasts but for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face I plaster, a mask I wear;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, I don't think the world even cares.&lt;br /&gt;The different pains, and personal sorrows;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, I wonder if I'll make it through tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, how long more do I've to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Outside, I try not to anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;My God, how much more have I to take?&lt;br /&gt;Inside, my heart has a deep certain ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge after challenge I am put to face;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I wasn't in this place.&lt;br /&gt;The tests He gives me, aren't ones I choose;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I have no position to refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time, He reminds me though,&lt;br /&gt;These trials make me stronger, as I should know.&lt;br /&gt;He works in ways one does not see,&lt;br /&gt;And I think any other Christian would agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So despite all this, I'm proud to say,&lt;br /&gt;My God is awesome, in every way.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me friends, to help me through.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay, as His Word says too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;© Copyright 2009 Josephine Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-18451" class="versenum" value="30"&gt;30&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Even youths grow tired and weary,&lt;br /&gt;and young men stumble and fall; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-18452" class="versenum" value="31"&gt;31&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but those who hope in the Lord&lt;br /&gt;will renew their strength.&lt;br /&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles;&lt;br /&gt;they will run and not grow weary,&lt;br /&gt;they will walk and not be faint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Isaiah 40:30-31, NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-23488" class="versenum" value="28"&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-23489" class="versenum" value="29"&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-23490" class="versenum" value="30"&gt;30&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Matthew 11:28-30, NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-oh, take hold of 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/5602161651879661303-1801188234910322218?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1801188234910322218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=1801188234910322218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/1801188234910322218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/1801188234910322218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-between.html' title='In Between.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/Sghd6KBCqWI/AAAAAAAAApw/QD62m9U_zpk/s72-c/kevin+mchale+glee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-7659785786971003064</id><published>2009-02-14T21:32:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:04:45.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>Aaahh, Valentine's Day. :) The day to celebrate love, and friendship. The day to recieve gifts/cards from friendss. The day to have &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;fill your every sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day where miracles happen for quite a few, eh? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol well, Valentine's Day for me this year seemed just as ordinary as any other day. Apart from the gifts laa. For many of us, 'twas a schooling day. :/ It wasn't all bad, I mean, we gotta see friends, and share the looooove. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As promised, I shall blog about my "trip" to Istana Budaya to watch the musical of Puteri Gunung Ledang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istana Budaya was..big. And quite modern looking too. Haha, I expected it to look a bit more kampung-ish or something. Budaya mahh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Malaysian &lt;em&gt;"culture"&lt;/em&gt; sure was kept, alright. We had to wait outside the theatre hall even after 8&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which was supposed to be the time when the musical starts. But when it did start, it was awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the actor for Hang Tuah had a bit of a lisping problem&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(his "S" sounds like Ameer's "S" xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the overall was more than satisfying. Tiara Jacquelina did a very good job, I'd say. :) I liked their props a lot; oh, how their arched walls could turn into a mountain;; and the movements of the ship as well as the ship itself looked very much real to me. And some of the songs were even stuck in my head after the musical! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I enjoyed myself a lot; and I personally think its a wonderful musical, for something local. :D! Before I end, I just wanna say that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312699083804838562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/Sbp_qzi7CqI/AAAAAAAAApo/Gbe5S18FYb0/s320/IMG_2195.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- a black wind took you away, from sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-7659785786971003064?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7659785786971003064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=7659785786971003064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/7659785786971003064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/7659785786971003064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/Sbp_qzi7CqI/AAAAAAAAApo/Gbe5S18FYb0/s72-c/IMG_2195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-2418767831211014044</id><published>2009-01-25T23:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:50:32.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience.</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. It's been dead for way too long. My apologies. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past week has been a roller-coaster ride. Ahaha, who knew one week could seem so long? When I had lost all hope in God, He sent me angels to keep me strong. Those "&lt;em&gt;angels&lt;/em&gt;" came in the form of some of my closest buds; one just felt the urge of sharing meaningful scripture verses, and the other, had to lecture me back to sanity. Haha, thanks hunn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened in this week. It's been very stressful, and tiring, for me. It was so long, and yet so short. Lol, I mean it. The week just, slowly sped up as it neared the weekend, I guess. And when the weekend finally arrived, I sighed in satisfactory. Let's just hope this one week of holiday doesn't give me any migrains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295283091283638338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SXyf6nkX-EI/AAAAAAAAApI/b8ywZGZa0Z0/s320/IMG_1701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I went out for a reunion dinner with my family last night. The food was goood, but too much for me. Lol, I barely enjoyed dessert, because I was practically stuffing myself. Hehh,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;alyyy; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dougie .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295284359559527026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SXyhEcQ6OnI/AAAAAAAAApQ/nEqWrT7fd94/s320/IMG_1679.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whatchu lookin' at, punk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HEEHEEHEE. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to update again. :) Once I have a proper topic, that is. In the mean time, I'm sure a lotta people are back in their hometowns, and getting their beauty sleep for the 1st day of Chinese New Year tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, let's embrace the Year of the Ox with open arms!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Greedy people can start 'embracing' the angpaus.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joyous &amp;amp; Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may God bless&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; in your household&lt;/span&gt;! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- 보고 싶다.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-2418767831211014044?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2418767831211014044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=2418767831211014044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/2418767831211014044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/2418767831211014044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2009/01/patience.html' title='Patience.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SXyf6nkX-EI/AAAAAAAAApI/b8ywZGZa0Z0/s72-c/IMG_1701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-6020394360201955747</id><published>2008-12-31T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:05:21.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close.</title><content type='html'>In a blink of an eye, the year 2008 draws toward an end. A multitude of things have happened in this short year. I gained friendships, closer relationships with my family, friends and God, and I also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gained&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt;. xD Haha! Well, as people often say, you win some, you lose some. In this year, I didn't lose much, but the things that I lost, meant much to me. I lost my good pair of scissors&lt;strike&gt;, as well as a dear friend&lt;/strike&gt;. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, will truly be..unforgettable. My first Calvary Youth Camp &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which I promise, I'll post about it soon. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, first year in church service, first Merdeka countdown out with friends, first enjoyable &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(more or less)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; secondary school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Kempas was really amazing, thanks to my fellow classmates who rocked it! Lol, apart from my class laa. My whole form 2 year shall be something I remember. Forever, ;D. Thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;the aweshumm Aly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the krazieee May&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the unpredictablyrandom Pow&lt;/span&gt;, who share my daily jokes, laughs and giggles. :) Everyone else who I have not mentioned is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;equally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;; thank you for putting up with me? xP And I apologize for being such a pain. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye 2008, hello 200&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009, the year I dread. In about 10 months or so, we sit for that dreadful examination. :/I might not know what will happen in the days to come, but I'm sure that God will constantly be by my side to guide me and strengthen me. Amen! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 3 Cengal anyone? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- so close, so close and still so far.&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/5602161651879661303-6020394360201955747?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6020394360201955747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=6020394360201955747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/6020394360201955747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/6020394360201955747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-close.html' title='So Close.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-7626684779115766994</id><published>2008-11-30T15:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:23:54.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Ya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274507904160126882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/STLQ_kh0V6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/Uf_WfPLp_I8/s320/30th+november+(2).bmp" border="0" /&gt;because Dougie Lee Poynter turns 21 today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274508885230988066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/STLR4rTVqyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/xRTpuFKl7QM/s320/dougie1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Yes, it's a big hoo-hah for me. :D I wanted to post up some birthday videos along with this post, but I found none that were rated G. ;P So I'll just post a video that I found, with clips and pictures of Dougie, and another video of Dougie's cute giggle. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lt8AXh-Zoek&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, very cute. ;) To me, at least. Lol. Do watch, it's only 20 seconds. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_GkQYqi8xWU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh well, no poem this time. :/ This was sorta an impromtu post. Haha, I lost track of the date. xP But anyways, Happy Happy Happy 21st Birthday to Mr. Douglas Lee Poynter! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274512289976308162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/STLU-294UcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/fUxAIkZ4GEg/s320/dougie3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Dougieeee, hope you'll enjoy your 21st birthday. Don't drink to much, a'ite? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274517443912452818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/STLZq24AytI/AAAAAAAAAnc/GLQ2eJ2x6c8/s320/dougie2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- don't wake me up, baby i'm in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-7626684779115766994?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7626684779115766994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=7626684779115766994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/7626684779115766994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/7626684779115766994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-ya.html' title='Do Ya.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/STLQ_kh0V6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/Uf_WfPLp_I8/s72-c/30th+november+(2).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-4674656036198107321</id><published>2008-11-27T20:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:11:52.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You.</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; glad to be back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was gone. Lol. For..2 1/2 days? Mmm, I went to Sepang for a missions trip. This was organised by the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missionettes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Missionettes are girls aged 3-18 and boys aged 3-5 that meet up every Sunday evening (except the last Sunday of every month), to introduce them to Jesus Christ and train them to follow Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Missionettes planned this missions trip for the older Missionettes (from 11 years old onwards) to preach God's word to the kids in an outreach church there in Sepang. We organised a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Vacation Bible School) for those children (aged 5-13) for 3 days. And because they were mostly chinese-educated (only a few who didn't understand Chinese), we had to tell them Bible stories in 2 languages: English and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lemme tell you this, these kids are &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; easy to handle. Nuh-uh. Not easy. At all. They make a lot of noise, don't listen to you, talk back, create quarrels, cry... Yeah, you get my point. But gradually, spending time with them these few days, you understand each of them more, are able to identify those who cause you trouble, know which one to talk to and which one to keep &lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt; from. Hahaha.. I was kidding on that last bit. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we stayed in a pretty nice place, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Calvaryland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Owned by the church I grew up in, Calvary Church, it's purpose was to bring in and shelter the old folks, the handicapped, the unwed mothers and the orphans, I think. We all stayed in the childrens block. There wasn't any warm water in that block, so for that two and a half days, we all learnt to bear with the cold. It wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be, actually. It just takes you a little while to get used to that temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, we also learnt to &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; sleeping on the floor. Painful you knoww. Our sleeping bags aren't exactly cushion-y. Lol. But it's okay, we survived. Hahaa. Oh yeahh, they rared animals at Calvaryland as well. There were chickens, roosters, ducks, geeses and turkeys. You heard me right,&lt;strong&gt; turkeys&lt;/strong&gt;. Two of them. I wonder if they were keeping it for thanksgiving..? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o__O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, I have no pictures at the moment to show you what's been the cause of my headaches (backaches, body aches and everything else) lately. When I get pictures, I'll post'em up. For now..since it's Thanksgiving today, I shall continue this post about being thankful and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that most humans are usually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Selfish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273392108574151394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SS7aLuDpEuI/AAAAAAAAAmc/_073FQPG71k/s320/gollum+my+precious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Myy preciousssss."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273392685683474802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SS7atT9OgXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Bp-TB3PlFdg/s320/some+more+-+oliver+twist.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Please sir, may I have some more?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, okay. Maybe that wasn't the best picture to put. Oliver Twist wasn't greedy, he just wasn't fed enough. All the orphans there weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to my point, if you really think it through. All &lt;em&gt;(Most)&lt;/em&gt; of us are really either selfish or greedy, maybe even both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our everyday life, we only do things that we ourselves benefit from. Okay fine, occasionally, maybe our friends/family benefit too. But still, &lt;strong&gt;MOST&lt;/strong&gt; of the time, everything we do is for ourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that humans are really greedy creatures. Haha yeah, I mean myself as well. We're never contented about what we have. Even if we are, it usually doesn't last long till we find something else that we desire. And even if we have something, for example, love or attention from someone we love (this happens especially to little children and their parents). They want attention from their parents like..24/7. I've been with kids a lot lately, I can tell. Haha. Like times when the parent is trying to talk to his/her friend, or the kid's teacher or something, and the child saw/did something they found really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"MOMMY MOMMY! MOMMY MOMMY!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Mom talking with her friend*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"MOMMYYYYY!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Kid starts pulling the mom's hands/clothes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, those are times when they don't get their parents' attention, and then get unhappy. Same with us teens, if we just change the situation slightly. I'm sure you all get what I mean. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I am both of the above mentioned. Selfish and greedy. Sometimes I'm selfish, asking/telling my friends things that only concern me. I'm sure I bore them to death with my grandmother stories. xD And at other times, I'm greedy, asking for a ruler when given an inch. Again, I'll bet I've annoyed my closest friends very much, when I do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, if you're reading this and you understand what I'm trying to say, and that it IS true. I'm really really really very sorry. Lol, I know I've been a pain in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since it's Thanksgiving, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank God, my family and my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- for bearing with my terrible attitude. x)&lt;br /&gt;- for doing your best to cheer me up when I was looking my worst.&lt;br /&gt;- for helping me from my slightest to biggest problems.&lt;br /&gt;- for sharing my joy and pain.&lt;br /&gt;- for being there at all times.&lt;br /&gt;- for all the memories that we've had.&lt;br /&gt;- for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's a challenge. Try making it a habit, instead of just on Thanksgiving Day. Start treating people a little nicer, do a little bit more for others, and smile a whole lot to everyone. I do believe it will lift up one's spirits, lighten their burden, or make their day a whole lot better. Just by your little favour. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BE A MAN. DO THE RIGHT THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273392119844655250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SS7aMYCvUJI/AAAAAAAAAms/-LqXUzzH5gk/s320/smiley.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- coz' i've got you to make me feel stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-4674656036198107321?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4674656036198107321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=4674656036198107321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/4674656036198107321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/4674656036198107321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SS7aLuDpEuI/AAAAAAAAAmc/_073FQPG71k/s72-c/gollum+my+precious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-5089917909104490276</id><published>2008-11-19T23:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:09:13.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like To Move It.</title><content type='html'>I went to OU today. And guess what? I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;MOVED IT MOVED IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270412749948184802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SSREeORZ6OI/AAAAAAAAAl8/LwYytLHakV0/s320/madagascar2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally say that I've watched something in the cinema lately. Lol. Overall, the storyline's just so-so, nothing special; but I have to admit, it was pretty darn hilarious. x) Yeahh, I met Pow, CS and Eddie outside GSC, and it turns out they were watching the same movie too! So yeah, we watched it together, but rows away, ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since I'm blogging, I might as well just tell you guys. The new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;McFLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; single's video is out! :D! Its called Do Ya, and I find this track really catchy. Ever since I've heard it, which was about a few days ago, it's been stuck in my head. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video, however, I do not find quite as satisfying. I like that they did like a whole Christmas-y atmosphere, but it doesn't really suit the song. Not quite. Well, the Christmas mood fades once the zombies step into the video. (Don't ask me why, McFLY's just as weird as me :P) It makes the whole fake-happy feeling subside. :D But the Christmas-y feeling comes back at the ending, when the McFLY van flies across the moon and all. Haha? The only part that I truly enjoyed in this video, was when Dougie said "Hello," Ahhh, gorgeous. ;) Lol, poor Harry, no one opened him. Don't get me? Watch the vid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qiWQZ7RC5us&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny I should mention Doug. I had a dream about him last night. And I'm pretty sure it was a good one. Coz' I remember being very very happy. But I think my dad woke me up early in the morning, and poofed. ;( I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; go back to sleep after that, but I never had that dream again. And now, I can't remember what it's about, only that it made me absolutely joyous. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, it's so frustrating. Is this what it feels like to have lost your memories? Like..you know it's something really important, but no matter how hard you try to recall, you can't find it anywhere in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- i'm making a list of things that i miss, whenever we're far apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-5089917909104490276?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5089917909104490276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=5089917909104490276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/5089917909104490276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/5089917909104490276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-like-to-move-it.html' title='I Like To Move It.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SSREeORZ6OI/AAAAAAAAAl8/LwYytLHakV0/s72-c/madagascar2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-1033640266604940194</id><published>2008-11-17T16:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:43:50.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Little Thing Called Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Things that happened in the past 24 hours:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Due to a problem the Friendster Team were facing, many people lost most of their friends in their friend list. I was one of them who was effected. Thankfully, when I checked again today, all my friends were restored. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Aly flew (on a plane, not by Jeremy, LOL) to UK at 2 AM today. ); &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(COME BACK SOON, WE MISS YOU ALREADY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. May flew (also on a plane) to Thailand at 7 AM earlier today. D; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(YOU TOO, COME BACK SOON, AND DON'T BRING A THAI BOYFRIEND BACK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pow and I stayed up till 3 AM online to call May and wish her a good trip; we did the same with Aly, just not at 3 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pow suffered lack of sleep, and I'll bet he's snoozing nicely right now; I slept till 1 PM today. :) How nice. Hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Things to happen in the remaining days of November:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Twilight's gonna be out in less than 4 days! (in the US) For us Malaysians, it'll be less than 10 days! :D Still better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Douglas Lee Poynter&lt;/span&gt; is turning 21 on the 30th of November! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;:DDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not gonna be around from the 25th - 27th of November. So, I won't update on those days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Anyone's birthday soon to come in this month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I shall not blog about sports anymore. Lol, I don't want my cbox spammed of sports stars. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My topic today is something I'm sure all of us can relate to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LOVE ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say its something all of us can relate to? Because:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) All of us are &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;. By our family, friends and especially God. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) Many of us misuse this word practically everyday. "I &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; THAT SONG/BAND/MOVIE/BAG/DRESS..." You get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know what love actually means? Coz' honestly, I don't really know. All I think that love means is..being affectionate to someone/something? I tried checking it up on &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, but their definition and all was really long, and not really what I think I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of Nat King Cole's L-O-V-E. (No, not Ashlee Simpson's one that goes "L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E") I'm sure you're all familiar with that song. :) Then I thought of the lyrics, and how it could possibly mean love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SSGlqYVPgII/AAAAAAAAAlU/f1Z6mALP9C8/s1600-h/L+stickgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269675186504827010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SSGlqYVPgII/AAAAAAAAAlU/f1Z6mALP9C8/s320/L+stickgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is for the way you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SSGlqmw0jxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/63KfVPTsFws/s1600-h/O+mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269675190378598162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SSGlqmw0jxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/63KfVPTsFws/s320/O+mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is for the only one I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;, is very, very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SSGlqkwJURI/AAAAAAAAAlk/boQ1mMWJRZI/s1600-h/V+lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269675189838893330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SSGlqkwJURI/AAAAAAAAAlk/boQ1mMWJRZI/s320/V+lala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SSGlqwu4m3I/AAAAAAAAAls/V9En9Z_cR1Y/s1600-h/E-yer4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269675193054829426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SSGlqwu4m3I/AAAAAAAAAls/V9En9Z_cR1Y/s320/E-yer4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is even more than anyone that you adore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I don't really see what love means through these lyrics. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I turned to the Bible and looked for the characteristics of love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;( 1 Corinthians 13 : 4 - 8, NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did that help? I think it did for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*TO&lt;/span&gt; Aly &amp;amp; May, come back soon. Then we can all watch Twilight, okay? :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;- that's when i love you, endlessly. &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/5602161651879661303-1033640266604940194?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1033640266604940194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=1033640266604940194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/1033640266604940194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/1033640266604940194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-little-thing-called-love.html' title='Crazy Little Thing Called Love.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SSGlqYVPgII/AAAAAAAAAlU/f1Z6mALP9C8/s72-c/L+stickgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-8279209770307160541</id><published>2008-11-13T11:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:14:00.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Don't Understand.</title><content type='html'>One fine Thursday morning, Josephine was bored and without a topic to blog about. So she decided to ask her friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;dangggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;any suggestions on what i should blog about? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;oh pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;err..okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;anything else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;ermmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;foootball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; don't understand how boys are so obsessed with this sport. I mean, its just a sport. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*This is my personal opinion, please don't bash me up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; For girls, I think I can understand la. Haha, I can already picture Mel Leong and Pearl-Lyn debating over Steven Gerrard and Cristiano Ronaldo. I shall not say anything about Gerrard or Ronaldo as I fear being yelled and screamed at by the high-pitched Pearl (or Mel). Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my main topic, what do boys find interesting in football?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;the game its self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;idk.. suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;the players.&lt;/span&gt; (lol, i think this applies more to girls)&lt;br /&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;the skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;i just feel happy playing football.and erm its vry interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;and its just like part of my career or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;haha, not because of cheerleaders or anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;btw yeahh haha cheerleaders they are like kinda giving you confident yeapp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;i like chasing the ball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae, this one's specially answered for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;err it's fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;shit am i being interviewed?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;haha, yes. would you like to tell mae anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;yes yes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;i miss her so much !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR HER TO BE BACKK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;AHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;LOL, okay. is that all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;gah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;17 more days !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;no, lastly !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;ILOVEYOU,MAE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which football star do you look up to when playing the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;lol. i've never thought abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;i adore ronaldo for his skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;ronaldo and sergio ramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;haha yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;sergio ramos is frm real madrid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;john terry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;chelsea captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;england captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;me !&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lol, is that your final answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which football club do you support, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;haha. i support man utd, coz i've been supporting them since young. God knows when. errrrrrrr.. why? coz i think they have good teamwork *at times*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;haha i support.man utd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;i started support this team since i was 5 hell yeah!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lol, any other reason why you support MU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;i think is beckham. haha.i was a big fan of him last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;cause its the best team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-way's answers got really irrelevant. So I stopped asking him. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what age and how did you start liking football?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;i started pretty young, primary. standard 3? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;errr,it came for me coz i din get to own gameboy, ps or wat crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;so sports is my gadgets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;sooo, played and love it alot. got no choice also actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;so yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;so you started liking football when you were 5 and its coz of beckham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;hahah not really beckham.cause when i was a kid my cousin always bring me out for football.so i started like football is cool haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;7 i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;my dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you encourage non-football fans to start watching football?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;i guess, can belanja them teh tarik in mamak while watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;must take them to places where football is everything to them and let them exp themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*bittersweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;ohh erm you gotta start supporting a team.your fav football team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;so yeahh.after that you will just do what we usually do like scream around when your fav team score a goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;ermm for girls.i think they will found out soon theres few of a football player which is kinda hot? so they will start supporting the team? haha something like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;tell them the fun-ess of the game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;sport*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, if any of the answers to the questions above aren't satisfying enough for you, comment on my cbox with&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; answer, or blog back about this topic or something. Seriously, I only did this because I was bored. Haha, at least I can say that I know a little bit more about football now? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, anyone who knows any remedies for flu? :D Yeah, I'm pretty much sick right now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;haha, okay. its all going up on my blog. :) dont worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;i thought fake only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Wayyy` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;woii !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- and i would answer all your wishes, if you asked me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-8279209770307160541?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8279209770307160541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=8279209770307160541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/8279209770307160541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/8279209770307160541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-i-dont-understand.html' title='Things I Don&apos;t Understand.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-4791059243701463617</id><published>2008-11-06T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:00:28.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Ain't Got You.</title><content type='html'>Right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a helium balloon. So light and free that it would go possibly anywhere the wind led it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SRL28g316oI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UkssJASWjLo/s1600-h/IMG_1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265542433826269826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SRL28g316oI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UkssJASWjLo/s320/IMG_1190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;(a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm really thankful for all the nice and sweet things my anonymous(&lt;em&gt;es&lt;/em&gt;) have said about me and my dear friends. Seriously, thank you guys so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;(b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The exams are finally &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(For this year, at least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like some helium balloons, I have a string which ties me down. Pulls me back to reality, draws me back to some part of life which I dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SRL280xbQuI/AAAAAAAAAlM/i6wH4XYOwVU/s1600-h/IMG_1189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265542439168066274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SRL280xbQuI/AAAAAAAAAlM/i6wH4XYOwVU/s320/IMG_1189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What am I talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I tell you, then you know. If not, just assume something. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, my next update will be very very soon, since the exams have already ended. Just be patient, yeah? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- there's no reason to go astray, please stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-4791059243701463617?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4791059243701463617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=4791059243701463617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/4791059243701463617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/4791059243701463617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-aint-got-you.html' title='If I Ain&apos;t Got You.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SRL28g316oI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UkssJASWjLo/s72-c/IMG_1190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-4715842226849056750</id><published>2008-10-22T22:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:56:53.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Moly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; People :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bukan Jo if you're wondering.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TEEHEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like blogging at people's blog without them knowing, and when they find out.. they go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOLY MOLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Heehee XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am basically here today to talk crap.. I don't like spamming in my own blog.. So lets just do it here.. Okay, i'll be here writing about people I'm close to and why I treat them as my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ood Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =) I know u are surprised, I've got no mood to write bad stuff now.. Im A good human being.. So here goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;JOSEPHINE.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Perfectionist..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's a GOOD friend that helps me when I need help and also when I'm facing problems.. She also keeps me entertained when I'm bored.. HAHA.. She's a funny girl that has ALOT of guys in her mind.. But I have to admit her taste for guys ARE good.. HAHA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALY..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt; Smarties..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DICTIONARY!! Haha.. only aly will get that.. She can be very EVIL at times.. But also helpful too.. Good advisor I shall say.. haha.. SMART GIRL.. Guys get attracted to her.. VERY FAST.. Shhhhh... I didn't say anything =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;KARMAY..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sorry for what happen May, only we know what happen right.. All i have to say is.. Concentrate on your Exams.. Play Ur Sims!! Hahaha.. OR OR watch PROJECT RUNWAY!! HAha.. U have always been a good friend.. and sometimes too horny and holy.. Haha, i like it.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;POW..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Random..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have nothing to say.. Only you people will know.. After kena from him.. He's a good boy.. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Precious People..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're . A . PIG!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He talked to me today =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always Perfect..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHA.... Lmao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I bet you people wont know who I am.. Cause you only see them together .. Well, I'll give you a hint.. I'm very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with all 4 of them, but you all don't know only =P Haha.. Now, wasn't that tip just useful... HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Exams&lt;/span&gt; are basically around the corner.. 1 MORE WEEK!!! We need freedom man.. Our Brains are going to burst and that will cause a serious problem for the earth and environment.. Don the people know that children these days are into too much problems.. We are supposed to be&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at all times man.. And not waste out time studying every freaking second, minute, hours, days, weeks, months.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe I am over reacting a little bit.. But I don't Care la.. Exams are here, i couldn't care anymore.. I'll just concentrate on my exams, and continue spamming blog after blog =) Wait till ur turns come.. After all, no one will find out who I am.. If You do, feel free to kill me !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WAAKAKAKA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- i like monkeys and seriously suck in spelling-&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/5602161651879661303-4715842226849056750?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4715842226849056750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=4715842226849056750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/4715842226849056750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/4715842226849056750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-moly.html' title='Holy Moly!'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-5335833579130366078</id><published>2008-10-17T13:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:05:17.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woolooloo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jo. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do you think she knows i'm here???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well...she is currently at school studying. funny you should say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;exams are in...wait. gimme a sec. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1...2...11 DAYS! ugh! don't you ever wonder who came up with exams? retarded right? such lifeless people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ANYWAYZ. let's not discuss such miserable doings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what am I doing here you ask? i do not know either. blogging is fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;especially if you do not have a blog of your own and this blog so happens to belong to someone closest to you so you have the advantage of doing silly things on this blog with that person's approval without having to suffer any consequences. YET. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;heeh! let's be gay. happy. gay. happy. gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have known this crazy banana ( Jo ) since i was 3. COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and how old are we now? 14. so you take 14 and subtract 3 from it. equates to 11. thats weird. everything seems to end up with the number 11. whatever. MERE COINCIDENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;where was I? ah. yes. we have known each other for a very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; long time. and lots of STUFF have happened in that 11 years. no actually...we've seen each other when we were 3 but became friends when we were 8. or 9. I like 8. 8+3=11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its really great having Jo as a friend. no. no. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEST FRIEND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; she tends to have spasms of silliness at times. scratch that. I mean &lt;strong&gt;ALL THE TIME&lt;/strong&gt;. buuuut...thats what makes her all the more lovable. right? haha! silly Jo. XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"You're my honeybun sugerplum pumpky-yumpky-yumkins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You're my sweetie pie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*WHOO. thank you Strawberry Shortcake!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hey! I just realized you can change the font...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woolooloo! &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;woolooloo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;woolooloo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;woolooloo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;woolooloo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;woolooloo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;woolooloo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;woolooloo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the last one looks funny. webdings. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO TYPE WITH WEBDINGS???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; weird silly people. okay okay. being serious now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jo is a portable MP3 player. as stated in a previous RED post. really! although she mostly consists of McFly songs... we all know why. LOL. this is one of her favourite quotes by McFly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I want a house like that. Dougie, me and you can live on a lake, in a big white house."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;just cracks you up! I like this post. heeh! filled with silliness. I like anything labeled 'silly'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;as silly as she can be. she is a good and HOLY person. and when I say HOLY. I mean it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when bad things happen or shall I say - are happening. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the first to positify and de-negatify me with holiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;along with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! very very nice people they are. I like nice people. very nice...edible people. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the positify-ing/de-negatify-ing process might take a while. but trust me. it ALWAYS works. yes, it does. all the trouble taken for this process is worth it. WORTH IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;friendship is something worth fighting for. where have i heard that line before? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;whatever happens...at the end of the day. friendship is what keeps you going. its true isn't it? AND Jo and I have learned that through experience. lots of them. fights between friends are normal. can you imagine NOT fighting. its just...NOT normal. haha! look at it this way. fights actually help 'create' more understanding. sort of. in a way. u keep building up that understanding. and you'll have a WALL. a very very strong...wall. brick wall. stone wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;o.O. bricks ARE stones. or was it the other way around? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that was totally irrelevant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay okay. enough said. my fingers cannot take anymore of this. I told you blogging isn't my thang. but then again. it's still fun once in a while. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm off to roll around with my pillows now. keeps them warm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;heeh! i shall do this more often. WITH Jo's permission of course. rite Jo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-warm pillows!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-5335833579130366078?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5335833579130366078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=5335833579130366078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/5335833579130366078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/5335833579130366078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/10/woolooloo.html' title='Woolooloo!'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-7212123462849757861</id><published>2008-09-30T15:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:36:32.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello, people.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlebih dahulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, this isn't Jo here.&lt;br /&gt;She's too caught up STUDYING&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt; to blog at the moment. So I, (very very anonymous one okay) am gonna do some updating here.  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't actually post about Jo's day so, yeah.  You know how..&lt;br /&gt;peopleblogaboutthepersonwhoaskedthemtoblogforthem? :D &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well just do that I guess. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't wanna end up like those people down there, in that previous anonymous post, tsk.&lt;/span&gt;  So here, I give you..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Random Facts About Josephine Lim Jien Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oneee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has an abnormally "bendy" left pinky.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The sight of people bending their joints in many ways makes me cringe. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Uh, I think I just gave Jo like one of the easiest ways to make me do that X| face.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bends finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bends finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;X|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bends finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman here has a very very wild imagination (R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;which also brings us to..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; threeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;..her dreams.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which apparently have involved lala's armed with machine guns in a cinema, at one point.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dreams; cherish them"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Listening to Jo talk about her dreams - it's pretty entertaining, really :D&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fourrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, has an obsession for people/objects starting with 'T' (and secretly wishes her name was To).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M's too.  Like, dude.. scroll up to the top. Yuh see all that M?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faihveee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a natural habit of bursting out in a song every now and then.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know Jo then.. YOU, my friend, now own a portable musical (headsets not included).&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectionist, nyahah. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm expecting to get a few (a round number) bruises after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chevenn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the ability to click with just the weirdest people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cos she can only do so :D &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eighhht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guys out there, I think this would come in handy some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;durianss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;and sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- јσѕερнϊηε says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, but i eat pepperoni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nineee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plays Runescape.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is proof that she is just soooo damn patient. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Loading that game can really test your patience, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tenh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She's in love with a footballer. (L)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OK. That's ten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post, on behalf of Jo I just wanna say a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eugene&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(30th Sept)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1st Oct)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi Kit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(3rd Oct)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Andddd, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt; to all the Melayoos (oh, she likes to "mispell" words too. No offence to anyone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays, folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be bahhhckk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Muahah? Til then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X|&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/5602161651879661303-7212123462849757861?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7212123462849757861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=7212123462849757861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/7212123462849757861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/7212123462849757861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/09/d.html' title=':D!'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-2502118135426066455</id><published>2008-09-17T16:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:24:02.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Please note that the three colours stand for 3 different retards :)) Here we go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's a bird, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a plane, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not telling yoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we like tachos, salad and twisties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rolling on beds with pillows (keeps ze pillows warm..),&lt;/span&gt; dressing salad (*draws picture of clothes next to salad), &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;munching tomato twisties (laughing while eating makes me crazy)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mommy wants a hug..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy can't get a hug..&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She Don like you =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE END.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just joking.. OINK..!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello?? Bye?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BOO XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like big butts and I cannot lie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You otha' brotha's can't deny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When a girl walks in with an ittie-bittie waist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And shoves that round thing in your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YOU GET SPRUNG! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can ya' here me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jo's gonna kill us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHHH, I'm &lt;em&gt;SURE&lt;/em&gt; she won't notice this very *short* post on her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'ts like.. totally NOT noticable.. like yeah. Like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Twisties Rocks.. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Poink, Boink, OPINKZZzzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Owh My, Jo's Coming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RUNNN!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;who say she's coming?? WHERE??!?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't see her anywhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BOO XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Heaven knows, what will happen when you put 2 pillows and a TOMATO in the same room when no one is around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i wonder...AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PRAISE THE LORD! u get...mini chitamayo's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How many mike-eys are there jumping over JO?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Heeh!! count them all. and win yourself a BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG hug from the mother of all chitamayo's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Terms and conditions apply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- RUN!! JO IS GONNA KILL US.. SHHHHHHHHiiittttttttt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- OI.&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/5602161651879661303-2502118135426066455?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2502118135426066455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=2502118135426066455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/2502118135426066455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/2502118135426066455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful-lie.html' title='Beautiful Lie.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-9119958778664304356</id><published>2008-08-23T23:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:13:17.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make It Real.</title><content type='html'>Woooooot! The new McFly single is out, Lies. Another awesome song, another awesome (you could call it weird too) video. Lol. But I love the hairdo Dougie had, seriously. He should keep it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song sounds slightly different compared to their other songs, though. I don't know how to explain it on this blog. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kwIaqB1j1ow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kwIaqB1j1ow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*For those of you who just wanna watch the singing instead of the full video, skip the first 1:50*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy, I'm dead tired from the Amazing Race that Calvary Youth organised. Now we all know what a weak stamina I have. ;P Yeah, as I said, I'm dead tired now; I feel my body aching, especially my legs. Sooo, I'll hit up another update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, stop tagging me. I won't do it. LOL. Unless of course, I find it..interesting to answer. &gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-that's why i've been missing you lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-9119958778664304356?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/9119958778664304356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=9119958778664304356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/9119958778664304356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/9119958778664304356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/08/lies.html' title='You Make It Real.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-1599888622998146929</id><published>2008-08-22T15:02:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:55:42.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind These Hazel Eyes.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've finally managed to answer all the questions for the tag. Heh, I don't really know myself that well. =P &lt;em&gt;Anywayyyys,&lt;/em&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer the questions below, do a Google Image search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of explanation. Tag 5 other people to do the same once you’ve finished answering every question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The age you’ll be on your next birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5pTFCuMsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YgYSRw2d7U8/s1600-h/fifteen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237239193170490050" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5pTFCuMsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YgYSRw2d7U8/s320/fifteen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A place you'd like to travel to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237239199440809666" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5pTcZrrsI/AAAAAAAAAYk/15oQ70SZ7DQ/s320/around+the+world.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Your favourite place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5pTYdNKaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2jmubbTQD7w/s1600-h/my+imagination.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237239198381844898" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5pTYdNKaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2jmubbTQD7w/s320/my+imagination.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My imagination. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g-MQfiRCLT4/SJEiwG7ttVI/AAAAAAAAA44/kMs5ZFVhudE/s1600-h/home-sweet-home.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Your favourite food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5rMZU0kNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dVsCQGgsXpM/s1600-h/chocolate+chip+cookies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237241277379285202" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5rMZU0kNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dVsCQGgsXpM/s320/chocolate+chip+cookies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's just one of the many favourites. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Your favourite pet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5rMo2Vb4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/dEX5c2aQXHQ/s1600-h/iguana+lizard.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237241281546383234" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5rMo2Vb4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/dEX5c2aQXHQ/s320/iguana+lizard.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Your favorite color combination: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5rMrlWJ3I/AAAAAAAAAZE/mHmMSgQ02-M/s1600-h/red,+black+and+white.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237241282280433522" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5rMrlWJ3I/AAAAAAAAAZE/mHmMSgQ02-M/s320/red,+black+and+white.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7. Your favourite piece of clothing: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5t3zxTt6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/_ckUaHeKBHU/s1600-h/DCMA+English+Womens+t-shirt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237244222235719586" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5t3zxTt6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/_ckUaHeKBHU/s320/DCMA+English+Womens+t-shirt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your all-time favourite song: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5t38IcfQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_fsX_r7gkTo/s1600-h/LFO+%C3%A2%E2%82%AC%E2%80%9C+Every+Other+Time.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237244224480247042" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5t38IcfQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_fsX_r7gkTo/s320/LFO+%E2%80%93+Every+Other+Time.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5t4AlCrII/AAAAAAAAAZc/sn4Xwzs2H7k/s1600-h/McFly+%C3%A2%E2%82%AC%E2%80%9C+Five+Colours+In+Her+Hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237244225673931906" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5t4AlCrII/AAAAAAAAAZc/sn4Xwzs2H7k/s320/McFly+%E2%80%93+Five+Colours+In+Her+Hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5t4F83cPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ZQh2JAmt36U/s1600-h/Evanescence+%C3%A2%E2%82%AC%E2%80%9C+My+Immortal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237244227116036338" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5t4F83cPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ZQh2JAmt36U/s320/Evanescence+%E2%80%93+My+Immortal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Your favourite TV show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5t4obcMvI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_dsPpWrpnIU/s1600-h/heroes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237244236371079922" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5t4obcMvI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_dsPpWrpnIU/s320/heroes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5xwDmlfOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wCO4L4W7cpQ/s1600-h/taiwanese+drama+series.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237248487093271778" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5xwDmlfOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wCO4L4W7cpQ/s320/taiwanese+drama+series.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;*the above is a picture from a Taiwanese drama series, Devil Beside You.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the second picture, I mean Taiwanese drama series. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. First name of your significant other/crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5xwRVdhdI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/M8TdquuoN9Y/s1600-h/travis.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237248490779542994" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5xwRVdhdI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/M8TdquuoN9Y/s320/travis.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;as in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5xwU8fj5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/LYdJtTpCo6Y/s1600-h/travis+michael+garland.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237248491748560786" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5xwU8fj5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/LYdJtTpCo6Y/s320/travis+michael+garland.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. The town you live in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5xwhzx4zI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SRA68GNPj6s/s1600-h/kuala+lumpur.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237248495201674034" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5xwhzx4zI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SRA68GNPj6s/s320/kuala+lumpur.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Your first job:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5xwt8fI5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/9RlovwYIcRw/s1600-h/mommy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237248498459419538" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5xwt8fI5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/9RlovwYIcRw/s320/mommy%27s+girl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Your dream job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6Aym71fuI/AAAAAAAAAac/082tn5GN7JY/s1600-h/singer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237265023611797218" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6Aym71fuI/AAAAAAAAAac/082tn5GN7JY/s320/singer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6AymcOYWI/AAAAAAAAAak/afq7COIqv3I/s1600-h/acting.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237265023479210338" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6AymcOYWI/AAAAAAAAAak/afq7COIqv3I/s320/acting.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7OqlDhXyFY/SIv3ZCMnG4I/AAAAAAAABjY/cGjzACQ_Oqo/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14. A bad habit you have: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6AyzW6FYI/AAAAAAAAAas/wx7nO-PKp9o/s1600-h/i+don"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237265026946569602" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6AyzW6FYI/AAAAAAAAAas/wx7nO-PKp9o/s320/i+don%27t+know.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;15. Your worst fear: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6Ay0tNcVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/xHnjnJwPwp8/s1600-h/losing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237265027308548434" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6Ay0tNcVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/xHnjnJwPwp8/s320/losing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Screw the words after "Losing", what I mean is losing something precious to me; for e.g: family, friendship, and everything else that I consider dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The one thing you'd like to do before you die: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career-wise; touring with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6DCTQAAtI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gAkBDs68thg/s1600-h/tour+with+mcfly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237267492228825810" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6DCTQAAtI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gAkBDs68thg/s320/tour+with+mcfly.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and/or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6DCkLmLNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/nPlbqz8CEVA/s1600-h/tour+with+nlt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237267496773758162" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6DCkLmLNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/nPlbqz8CEVA/s320/tour+with+nlt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6DCm9ZlKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/UtvCY1Ugv1g/s1600-h/get+married.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237267497519518882" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6DCm9ZlKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/UtvCY1Ugv1g/s320/get+married.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6DC5GIFkI/AAAAAAAAAbU/_kevdSH3_gI/s1600-h/have+babies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237267502387959362" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK6DC5GIFkI/AAAAAAAAAbU/_kevdSH3_gI/s320/have+babies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'll stop there. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;CS, Emily, Zian Mei, Wing Keong &amp;amp; Jensen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, sorry; I couldn't find anyone else to tag. And you don't have to do it if you don't want to. Doesn't bother me anyhow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;p/s: i'm not doing anymore tags, unless i find it interesting. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-you are the only one who saved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5602161651879661303-1599888622998146929?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1599888622998146929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=1599888622998146929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/1599888622998146929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/1599888622998146929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/08/behind-these-hazel-eyes.html' title='Behind These Hazel Eyes.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SK5pTFCuMsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YgYSRw2d7U8/s72-c/fifteen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-6119602441419125063</id><published>2008-08-16T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:30:34.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New World.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I promised that my next post would be the tag. But to be honest, I myself can't answer some of those simple questions. So I'm still taking some time to think of what I really want. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been on YouTube a lot &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(again..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but yeah. I &lt;em&gt;"discovered"&lt;/em&gt; this guy - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/goonieman86"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nick Pitera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so special about him? I'd love to explain, but I probably can't find the right words to describe and might end up saying: "He...uhhh..high!...erm..I...that.. Oh, nevermind." Lol. Yeah, &lt;strong&gt;probably&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of his videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney's Aladdin - A Whole New World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey &amp;amp; Boyz 2 Men's One Sweet Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlRGidTBCPU&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston's I Will Always Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pB1kXDVRHaY&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about enough proof? Haha..he's really amazing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(To me; Pow thinks he's gay.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, I'd say he puts &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; singing to shame. LOL. &lt;strong&gt;Seriously&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-they have much more in common than she knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-6119602441419125063?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6119602441419125063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=6119602441419125063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/6119602441419125063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/6119602441419125063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/08/whole-new-world.html' title='A Whole New World.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-1423911611318338056</id><published>2008-07-26T22:52:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:51:59.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're The One That I Want.</title><content type='html'>Seven. Twenty-six. Nineteen-eighty-nine. Many people know of this date, but find as if it's just another ordinary day. A whole year ago, I found myself wondering what it would be like if I actually went over there, sat down with the one, and had a bash. I talked to my best friend and she is going crazy over this matter. She wonders what the one is doing, where the one is, and who the one is with. I tell her not to worry, the one is still alive. Today, people are probably going to be spamming him in words that are repetitive. But I probably have to join in that repetitive crowd and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TRAVIS MICHAEL GARLAND&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;© Copyright 2008 April Lam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Intro by April Lam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SJRxHQg4rRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oBWLSB_XO7s/s1600-h/travis+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229929436789910802" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SJRxHQg4rRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oBWLSB_XO7s/s320/travis+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes; Travis Michael Garland , if you're reading this: ILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;ILY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;ILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;ILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lol. And, like any other Travis-obsessed (either that, or NLT-obsessed) teenage girl, I just wanna wish you a very Happy Birthday, and I hope that you've enjoyed your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(awesome!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 19th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SJRxHaFLZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/77q9KGoMp44/s1600-h/travis+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229929439358052290" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SJRxHaFLZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/77q9KGoMp44/s320/travis+3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Twenty-sixth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this twenty-sixth,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try hard to pretend&lt;br /&gt;that I'm his only fan;&lt;br /&gt;with all their screaming and spamming,&lt;br /&gt;it's probably never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this twenty-sixth,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make me impossible to miss;&lt;br /&gt;because I just can't resist,&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask Mr. Travis Garland&lt;br /&gt;to be my Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this twenty-sixth,&lt;br /&gt;I'd continue to write,&lt;br /&gt;be it day or night,&lt;br /&gt;but with Happy Birthday, Travis;&lt;br /&gt;I end this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;© Copyright 2008 Josephine Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. Flaws here and there. This &lt;em&gt;IS &lt;/em&gt;my very first attempt, so just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; selfish right now. I should share the spotlight. These are a few videos that I found and thought were great. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was put together by &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;NLTonline.org&lt;/span&gt;. Click &lt;a href="http://nltonline.org/newswire/2008/07/27/travs-birthday-video/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to view the original post and video or just watch it below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ep7v8a_S7Y&amp;amp;hl=" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fan video of why we love Travis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wK44joBYZYA&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, a video of a fan drawing a Travis Garland portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsok3BxpmrY&amp;amp;hl=" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D ;D Yessss, I'm obsessed, as you can see. For those of you who took the time to watch the videos, thank you and I hope you've enjoyed them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if your name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Travis Michael Garland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I just wanna wish you Happy Birthday, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SJRxHMH0hSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/c4LLzIhLYQw/s1600-h/travis+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229929435611039010" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SJRxHMH0hSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/c4LLzIhLYQw/s320/travis+1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-dying to be &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-1423911611318338056?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1423911611318338056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=1423911611318338056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/1423911611318338056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/1423911611318338056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/07/heartburn.html' title='You&apos;re The One That I Want.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SJRxHQg4rRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oBWLSB_XO7s/s72-c/travis+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-8869904930593585225</id><published>2008-06-02T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:44:02.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence Is A Scary Sound.</title><content type='html'>So&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;, just a little update so this blog doesn't look dead. My McFly craze is back! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NGEHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, it's back. And just so this post isn't just full of words, here's a song of theirs - Transylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HvznyypaOyc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HvznyypaOyc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its probably the weirdest music video that I've seen from them. But still, awesomeee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, they all look hot as chicks. &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots more McFly videos that I think are pretty cool, and other things I wanna add on to those videos and all. But you know, time is essence; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a very considerate person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ahem ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So I'm just gonna end here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I'll post again if there's something interesting, if my blog looks dead or if i'm just plain bored. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- 24 daysss.&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/5602161651879661303-8869904930593585225?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8869904930593585225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=8869904930593585225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/8869904930593585225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/8869904930593585225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/06/silence-is-scary-sound.html' title='Silence Is A Scary Sound.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-3572708381728240726</id><published>2008-05-22T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:04:05.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't No Other Man.</title><content type='html'>i've realised, recently. all my blog posts have got to do with YouTube. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*i YouTube a lot more now, i guess.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the YouTube vid i'm about to show you now, is a DHL commercial.&lt;br /&gt;when i first played the video, i didn't quite get it. but when i did, i was laughing really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kquiJR3j_5w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kquiJR3j_5w&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans these days. so darn creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much to post about lately. exams results? ngehhh. don't even ask.&lt;br /&gt;i'll update when i have a decent topic to talk about, or when i just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-you probably shouldn't have let me standing alone.&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/5602161651879661303-3572708381728240726?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3572708381728240726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=3572708381728240726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/3572708381728240726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/3572708381728240726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/05/aint-no-other-man.html' title='Ain&apos;t No Other Man.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-8473213069372479698</id><published>2008-05-16T17:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:38:35.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming.</title><content type='html'>wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;exams are finally O-V-E-R.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for afternoon session DJ students, at least.&lt;br /&gt;so,to relieve all you people's stress.&lt;br /&gt;here's a video.&lt;br /&gt;haha..its not sick.&lt;br /&gt;just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mlp5INAvV8U&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mlp5INAvV8U&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to err.&lt;br /&gt;'IMPROVE' the way i blog.&lt;br /&gt;so instead of pressing Enter after every sentence or so.&lt;br /&gt;imma type in.. paragraphs?&lt;br /&gt;starting next post.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;i'm signing off.&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://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SC12k7o6SpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/E5NdViLDRSA/s1600-h/ACDC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SC12k7o6SpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/E5NdViLDRSA/s320/ACDC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200943521539443346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ARE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &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/5602161651879661303-8473213069372479698?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8473213069372479698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=8473213069372479698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/8473213069372479698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/8473213069372479698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/05/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SC12k7o6SpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/E5NdViLDRSA/s72-c/ACDC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-379849482671949549</id><published>2008-04-26T21:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:40:03.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;276 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="background: transparent url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: rgb(0, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;57 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Speed test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the difference? xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;go click it to play.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's Sport's Day!&lt;br /&gt;another day to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woot woot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-taa.&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/5602161651879661303-379849482671949549?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/379849482671949549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=379849482671949549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/379849482671949549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/379849482671949549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/04/scream.html' title='Scream.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-4615257065920424987</id><published>2008-04-22T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:24:42.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Bow.</title><content type='html'>TODAY IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;World Earth Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Save the Environment.&lt;/span&gt;) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also &lt;blink style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;ALICEA CHIA KHIM HUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; birthdayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, hungry nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SByMn5g1a0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/0tLiJ2yNTiA/s1600-h/IMG_1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SByMn5g1a0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/0tLiJ2yNTiA/s320/IMG_1429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196182687160036162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about 16 days till mid term exams.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i doubt anyone is fully prepared.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss our temp. teachers.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta start studying soon.&lt;br /&gt;and cheer up a little.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; continue my science project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-gone.&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/5602161651879661303-4615257065920424987?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4615257065920424987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=4615257065920424987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/4615257065920424987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/4615257065920424987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-bow.html' title='Take A Bow.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SByMn5g1a0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/0tLiJ2yNTiA/s72-c/IMG_1429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-917726755841519075</id><published>2008-03-19T22:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:14:18.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long And Winding Road.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IqTdnnZaI/AAAAAAAAARw/Px0_hdtzgj4/s1600-h/David+Archuleta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IqTdnnZaI/AAAAAAAAARw/Px0_hdtzgj4/s320/David+Archuleta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179749035286160802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i hear a "woot woot!" for Archuleta, or what?&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;mind me.&lt;br /&gt;back to where i stopped the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got used to those little fellas buggin me around, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;they finally graduated!&lt;br /&gt;so as their 'che che' i should be happy for them, right?&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures i took.&lt;br /&gt;geehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : i finally understood the meaning of 'Looks can be deceiving'.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the craziest kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-Ib5tnnZQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/75_jvYrxtzE/s1600-h/IMG_0494.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 214px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-Ib5tnnZQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/75_jvYrxtzE/s320/IMG_0494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179733199741740290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IiGtnnZVI/AAAAAAAAARI/KYbCXpNCP0s/s1600-h/IMG_0465.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IiGtnnZVI/AAAAAAAAARI/KYbCXpNCP0s/s320/IMG_0465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179740020149806418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are one of the cutest. ngeheh.&lt;br /&gt;hard to handle as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-Iff9nnZSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ZQ1mMaXnI1s/s1600-h/IMG_0484+photofiltre.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-Iff9nnZSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ZQ1mMaXnI1s/s320/IMG_0484+photofiltre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179737155406619938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-Ib49nnZPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Yg5pTj8wjnc/s1600-h/IMG_0470.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 215px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-Ib49nnZPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Yg5pTj8wjnc/s320/IMG_0470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179733186856838386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's the hyper-est. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IfgdnnZTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LP3BTl90EtU/s1600-h/IMG_0471.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IfgdnnZTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LP3BTl90EtU/s320/IMG_0471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179737163996554546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the 10-year old love girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IffdnnZRI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J9j5u-O5TX0/s1600-h/IMG_0473.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IffdnnZRI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J9j5u-O5TX0/s320/IMG_0473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179737146816685330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brothers that gave me several injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IpAtnnZZI/AAAAAAAAARo/9FYjHW6paKI/s1600-h/IMG_0497+photofiltre.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IpAtnnZZI/AAAAAAAAARo/9FYjHW6paKI/s320/IMG_0497+photofiltre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179747613651985810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the team i was assigned to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IiHNnnZWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/scwviWvlT8g/s1600-h/IMG_0475.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 209px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IiHNnnZWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/scwviWvlT8g/s320/IMG_0475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179740028739741026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other DARLING girls.      :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IfgtnnZUI/AAAAAAAAARA/uMqb2dqMado/s1600-h/IMG_0461.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 221px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IfgtnnZUI/AAAAAAAAARA/uMqb2dqMado/s320/IMG_0461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179737168291521858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IiHtnnZXI/AAAAAAAAARY/URS8J-ETSX0/s1600-h/IMG_0501.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IiHtnnZXI/AAAAAAAAARY/URS8J-ETSX0/s320/IMG_0501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179740037329675634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss 'em.&lt;br /&gt;all.&lt;br /&gt;eventually.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw zian, your blog has some weird ad everytime i view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IpAdnnZYI/AAAAAAAAARg/zB0C-istXqE/s1600-h/zian%27s+blog+ads.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IpAdnnZYI/AAAAAAAAARg/zB0C-istXqE/s320/zian%27s+blog+ads.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179747609357018498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmhmm. but no, i ain't bored. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(out.)&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/5602161651879661303-917726755841519075?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/917726755841519075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=917726755841519075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/917726755841519075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/917726755841519075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-and-winding-road.html' title='The Long And Winding Road.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R-IqTdnnZaI/AAAAAAAAARw/Px0_hdtzgj4/s72-c/David+Archuleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-3012154896374160817</id><published>2008-03-15T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:58:01.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Too Late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&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/5602161651879661303-3012154896374160817?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3012154896374160817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=3012154896374160817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/3012154896374160817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/3012154896374160817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2.html' title='Never Too Late.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-5834868686641789465</id><published>2008-03-14T19:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:14:27.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost count.&lt;br /&gt;there were probably 30 of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i had help from other coordinators, 30 kids is still pretty hard to handle.&lt;br /&gt;plus, i had to jaga each and every one of them and make sure they come back safely from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;to make matters worse, they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hantam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-ed all the food before i could get my fair share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;boohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by tea time, all i had left was hot milo.&lt;br /&gt;;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've still got homework that's to be passed up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;goshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all that, i've still got the heart to blog.    :D&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly.&lt;br /&gt;some of those kids are really cute laa, and some quite hyper too.&lt;br /&gt;haven't taken pictures of them though.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe tomorrow or the day after that.&lt;br /&gt;still trying to get used to the job for now.&lt;br /&gt;to me, the hardest part of this would be the names.&lt;br /&gt;some of them look alike, and i even mistook one girl for a guy.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ahem, ooops?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;erm.. i'm terribly sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;i felt really stupid, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one girl really caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;even though she's 10, she keeps talking to the coordinators about her love life.&lt;br /&gt;YES, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;she's got a little boyfriend that's her age.&lt;br /&gt;and they've got quite a number of pictures together in her phone.&lt;br /&gt;then she starts talking about her current and ex-boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;someone just had the nerve to ask,&lt;br /&gt;how many boyfriends have you had?&lt;br /&gt;"erm..1...2...aiya, i've got more than 10 lah!" was what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O?  i was just totally speechless.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, she's 10.&lt;br /&gt;and she's got over 10 ex-boyfriends whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;either she's been dating one each year since she was born.&lt;br /&gt;OR she counted all her male friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow you see it, it still doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. its just as though she's afraid she'd die young without dating or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;at least i know i'm not like that.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;gonna finish the assignments given now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, Happy Birthday mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R9vDxnNYK0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jMIvO8vYXVM/s1600-h/DSCF1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 167px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R9vDxnNYK0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jMIvO8vYXVM/s320/DSCF1045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177947453698616130" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-5834868686641789465?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5834868686641789465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=5834868686641789465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/5834868686641789465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/5834868686641789465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/03/crazy.html' title='Crazy.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R9vDxnNYK0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jMIvO8vYXVM/s72-c/DSCF1045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-8437168005167056622</id><published>2008-02-03T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T23:59:26.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Too Hard.</title><content type='html'>until today, i never knew what sort of a person i am.&lt;br /&gt;just today, i was told i was organized and responsible.&lt;br /&gt;but even if i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have those qualities, what good is it if i put my focus on the wrong things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;just thinking about it now, i should say i tend to put my focus on the wrong things very frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;let's move on to my next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder what its like being a guy.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, guys seem to lead a pretty simple life.&lt;br /&gt;they don't have the sort of friend fights that girls do.&lt;br /&gt;or if they do, they make up pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;either that, or they end it with their fists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'm trying to say here is that.&lt;br /&gt;girls are sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;like VERY sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;not all la.&lt;br /&gt;just some in particular.&lt;br /&gt;and you (if you're reading this and you know that i'm talking about you) are probably one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, there are things/secrets that you wanna keep to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just reveal it to your closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying you aren't one of my closest friends, but i've known her longer than i've known you.&lt;br /&gt;so the secrets i tell her is definitely more; compared to the secrets i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, we're all in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was wrong to bring up that topic in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;and i was wrong to go tell her to stop talking about that topic while you were still there trying to figure out what the heck we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;you were also wrong by being so sensitive and by doing so, making this a big FAT issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already apologized.&lt;br /&gt;if you refuse to accept my apology, then hey!&lt;br /&gt;that's your problem, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can go on trying not to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna try to make you forgive me AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;*points at title*&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO AHEAD AND TRY.&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/5602161651879661303-8437168005167056622?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8437168005167056622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=8437168005167056622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/8437168005167056622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/8437168005167056622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/02/try-too-hard.html' title='Try Too Hard.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-625792901870175638</id><published>2008-02-03T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T23:57:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush Crush Crush.</title><content type='html'>this song is pretty much playing in my head 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've got a lot to say to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I've got a lot to say.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeppp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paramore rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been busy lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i'm pretty darn tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still posting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i just came back from my uncle's wedding dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they served us the wierdest dessert i've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they had one in particular which looked really really wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too bad i didn't bring my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or else i could've taken some "nice" shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i used my dad's phone instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it didn't turn out too good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i haven't uploaded them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you'll just hafta wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll post it as soon as i upload it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, let's get serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've just read a pretty disturbing e-mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just plain cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no love and compassion at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i'm just gonna share it with everyone here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S202O0M1I/AAAAAAAAALg/kVMS-8tKvAY/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162452091900539730" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S202O0M1I/AAAAAAAAALg/kVMS-8tKvAY/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6Sw0mO0MuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/860HHeyUhNE/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S21GO0M2I/AAAAAAAAALo/YNCP0xGnLd0/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162452096195507042" style="" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S21GO0M2I/AAAAAAAAALo/YNCP0xGnLd0/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S21WO0M3I/AAAAAAAAALw/eq2mR9gtBP4/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162452100490474354" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S21WO0M3I/AAAAAAAAALw/eq2mR9gtBP4/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6Sw0mO0MvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/M5YA3ICNov4/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S23mO0M4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/k7rNIYtD9W0/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162452139145180034" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S23mO0M4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/k7rNIYtD9W0/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S24GO0M5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/2WjfFL-bHRs/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162452147735114642" style="" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S24GO0M5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/2WjfFL-bHRs/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162452989548704674" style="" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S3pGO0M6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/6wANRcHZwbA/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S3pWO0M7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2PjFInoo2CU/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162452993843671986" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S3pWO0M7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2PjFInoo2CU/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this shouldn't be happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kid should just be forgiven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or at least if he's to be punished, spank him or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, its not like any of them there are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; holy and haven't done a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt; thing wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've all made mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;none of us are perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so just let the poor kid go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's only 8, for heaven's sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how would you like to have your tongue cut off for telling a little white lie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that wouldn't be nice, would it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;bloody no brainers.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&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/5602161651879661303-625792901870175638?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/625792901870175638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=625792901870175638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/625792901870175638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/625792901870175638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/02/crush-crush-crush.html' title='Crush Crush Crush.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/R6S202O0M1I/AAAAAAAAALg/kVMS-8tKvAY/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-1614688824208028982</id><published>2008-01-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:55:34.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifestyles Of The Rich And The Famous.</title><content type='html'>i think this year's worst class award would go to 2 Kempas.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;its only the end of Jan.&lt;br /&gt;and Pn. Khoo's already used her Math period to lecture us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our photography session today.&lt;br /&gt;Pn Khoo wanted AJK's in front.&lt;br /&gt;and i refused.&lt;br /&gt;coz' i don't like sitting in front.&lt;br /&gt;i NEVER sit in front during a class photo.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;and i told her that they usually put short people in the front.&lt;br /&gt;she still made me sit.&lt;br /&gt;till the oh-so-kind Mel Leong kindly offered to switch with me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i love you Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*IN YOUR FACE, PN KHOO.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back to class after the photography session.&lt;br /&gt;the boys, mainly adam, sern &amp;amp; craig; were monkeying around.&lt;br /&gt;making all sorts of noises.&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Khoo was somewhere behind us.&lt;br /&gt;plus En. Rosdi wasn't very far off either.&lt;br /&gt;fill in the blanks. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is how Pn. Khoo had to use her Math period to repeatedly tell us that all our teachers complain about us.&lt;br /&gt;and she can write complains.&lt;br /&gt;call our parents.&lt;br /&gt;have them come.&lt;br /&gt;yadayadayada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;i'll end this post by saying thank you.&lt;br /&gt;to the boys who rocked our class so much we were complained about by others.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;if it weren't for those wild creatures.&lt;br /&gt;i think 2 Kempas would be dead.&lt;br /&gt;like dead quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't that so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-1614688824208028982?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1614688824208028982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=1614688824208028982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/1614688824208028982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/1614688824208028982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/lifestyles-of-rich-and-famous.html' title='Lifestyles Of The Rich And The Famous.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-7351699708478650688</id><published>2008-01-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:29:45.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece Of Me.</title><content type='html'>i hate this computer.&lt;br /&gt;so old and so slow.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't watch my episodes today.&lt;br /&gt;blame this old junk i'm using right now.&lt;br /&gt;pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its lagging really badly today.&lt;br /&gt;dunno what's wrong though.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting used to school.&lt;br /&gt;and its nice to know people still care about me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;they still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*you know who you are*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, gonna get some work done then head off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-7351699708478650688?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7351699708478650688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=7351699708478650688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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post.&lt;br /&gt;for a special friend.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you think your life is hard.&lt;br /&gt;but just try thinking again.&lt;br /&gt;have you seen anyone with an easy life?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't say everyone's lives are EQUALLY hard to live with.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, you can't compare.&lt;br /&gt;in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's lives are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you're pissed at your mom or dad or maybe both of them.&lt;br /&gt;if i were in your shoes, i'd be pissed too, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm trying to cheer you up and make you feel better here.&lt;br /&gt;so lets not get on my bad side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its hard to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;i know its not your fault at all.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes being parents, they don't know better.&lt;br /&gt;so just maybe try to understand them a little.&lt;br /&gt;even if there is nothing much to understand at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you really really really really feel friggin pissed.&lt;br /&gt;well, invite me over for bball.&lt;br /&gt;we'll play it out or something.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;we'll play it out.&lt;br /&gt;like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't go emoing all the time, kay?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, truthfully speaking, i am at times.&lt;br /&gt;but with friends around who care for me.&lt;br /&gt;its hard not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;unless my problem is really THAT serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to call you every once or twice in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;to see how you've been lately.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel really bad somehow.&lt;br /&gt;that you're feeling so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;like its partly my fault or something.&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;AMANDA FOO TZE LING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CHEER UP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POW ZHI HOE!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;glad you had fun at church.&lt;br /&gt;come back some more or elseee..&lt;br /&gt;i'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;just come back.&lt;br /&gt;its fun.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-6345698469476655293?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-3985278531037746337</id><published>2007-12-31T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:53:33.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Promises.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year's Eve Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, right now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorta pissed.&lt;br /&gt;in a way.&lt;br /&gt;blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've constantly had to break my promises because of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if any of you have felt that way, but i surely have.&lt;br /&gt;like..tons of times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna give examples.&lt;br /&gt;i'd just be long-winded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now.&lt;br /&gt;here i am.&lt;br /&gt;stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;on new year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;at least i have company.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aly says:&lt;br /&gt;youre not alone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks aly.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-3985278531037746337?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3985278531037746337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602161651879661303&amp;postID=3985278531037746337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/3985278531037746337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602161651879661303/posts/default/3985278531037746337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-promises.html' title='No Promises.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-6991858473362353693</id><published>2007-12-11T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:53:40.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S.</title><content type='html'>my mom made scones today.&lt;br /&gt;or at least, she tried to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was okayy..&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer the Smokehouse one, like definitely.&lt;br /&gt;my mom's tasted more like cookies.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm back on the RuneScape craze.&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know the graphics suck.&lt;br /&gt;but let's just say i'm addicted to this game.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, my family and i went to our LG leader's house so we could go tracting.&lt;br /&gt;it all went well i guess.&lt;br /&gt;except for the mad barking dogs part.&lt;br /&gt;AND the fact that it started to rain when we were almost finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is boring, as you can see..&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh!&lt;br /&gt;before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Back ALY!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Her 2nd Trip To Camerons In The Same Month.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='S.O.S.'/><author><name>Jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394784317543793661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6ys5ypoTc/SOOtyHE4kDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wZIxXnqBjfo/S220/IMG_0967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602161651879661303.post-4370258014963284311</id><published>2007-12-09T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:19:35.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Wonder.</title><content type='html'>i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that every guy that i like watches football?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truthfully speaking, i never found out why boys like football so much.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i know some have a passion to play it.&lt;br /&gt;but why watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand girls only watch coz of the players.&lt;br /&gt;haha, but why DO boys watch football?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i like basketball better.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;but i find it more fun.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a little girl, i'd play football with my elder brother, who'd always beat me.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;but the last few years, i've been playing basketball more.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, maybe things like that were made not to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i'll just have to learn to like the game better.&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602161651879661303-4370258014963284311?l=youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youbringoutthebestinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4370258014963284311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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