<?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-7292303863584171080</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:52:45.278-07:00</updated><category term='emotions'/><category term='be proud'/><category term='tired'/><title type='text'>I'm a Damsel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-3122375137733480755</id><published>2010-06-08T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T06:42:59.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I drove to school today. Don't know why I kept saying school instead of college. Haha. Sudah biasa kua. Back to driving, I would involve in an accident if not for Noel to sit beside me and guide me. Second time on the road nee. Terrible driver. Tsk tsk . =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's class we all laughed til so hard. During English class. Haha. We have to make a role play as instructed by Miss Sheila. She laughed til very hard too. Everyone enjoyed it. Everyone participated. So fun!! Came back and go out again at 6. Gramma wanted to makan in gurney. So mom drove us there. Met Sin Yee with her friends. After makan went inside Gurney for a walk . Then headed home later. That's about today. Weather is so hot. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I-Lyn, I don't think I can drive u safely yet. In the moment. Wait til I REALLY pass xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-3122375137733480755?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3122375137733480755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=3122375137733480755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3122375137733480755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3122375137733480755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-drove-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-6639627149813955538</id><published>2010-05-31T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T06:24:50.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates, College, Life</title><content type='html'>Some updates here about me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished Study Skills this morning.. Luckily I checked my paper a few times before passing up or else I would loose a quarter of my marks. =(&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for Ke Yi, she did not read the questions. Sigh. better luck next time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new friends, new environment, new everything. But I also did not forget my old friends too. I miss I-Lyn, Tze Ni, Eunice, Pei Ying, Guat Phing, Jing, Carmen, Joanne and everyone. Miss u too Che =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I passed my driving test d? Haha. After second time. My tyres finally &gt;50% on the stupid yellow line on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I-Lyn, please don't say that 'word' again. Hmm. And yes, gonna fetch u first! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 28th was my friend's Shu Yen's birthday. We( the whole class) plan a surprise for her. It's nothing big but at least there was cake! haha. The cake was somehow obscene. Looked like there's one long sausage there. Well the Chef must be running outta ideas to design the cake already. Haha . But we all had a good laugh. Oh Miss Sheila, my English teacher, ate a piece. Not to mention the sweetness she shared with Mr Ravi, my Lodging sir. =D&lt;br /&gt;Today, Ke Yi brought strawberries to class. Yummy. My favourite! Hehe. So I ate most cos nobody wants d. =P&lt;br /&gt;Her Ahem, aka Soon Kit, brought chocolate to class. See the lovely combination of Chocolate and Strawberries? Haha. Everyone sure gain weight. Not to miss the lovely Miss Sheila sharing her piece with Mr Ravi =P&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sumitha, my study skills teacher ate a piece of chocs too =)&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday was fun. Class had a break with the cupcakes Shu Yen brought. yummy again. HAHA. The less  fun bit was the hot-cond we had to suffer.. for around 20 minutes only. Luckily.. That make-up class la. haha. Ended the class with photo taking and they all went to have Hokkien Mee in Balik Pulau. Cyn's house there. Haha. I did not went cos have to eat with Noel and my brother. We had Sushi King and tomyam. Yummy! I ate a lot these days. Gained weight already. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-6639627149813955538?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6639627149813955538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=6639627149813955538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6639627149813955538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6639627149813955538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates-college-life.html' title='Updates, College, Life'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-3795511135891540644</id><published>2010-04-15T04:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T04:37:23.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I last posted. Blame my working schedule and laziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********FUCK IT*********** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally press delete for my whole entire paragraph. Now you'll never know how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;Great. &lt;br /&gt;Just summarise it all then. &lt;br /&gt;First, I changed. Which is good. I think. I am not a negative thinker now. Guess that's because we grow and we got matured? It's a good thing, right? I don't cry like how I used to when I fall, well not like last time that's for sure. &lt;br /&gt;I have no trouble sleeping now. Doesn't need a lullaby to put me to bed now. I just need a clear mind. Clear and positive thinking mind. Now how did this miracle happen to me? God knows. =) &lt;br /&gt;And the happiest of all is I finally figured out what I want. Is creating joy for others. Maybe that is why I wanna be a wedding planner. And no, '27 Dresses' did not gave me any influence. I dislike that movie anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my thoughts, it's probably not important or God doesn't want me to share them with others as I accidentally deleted the post earlier. So yeah, me myself will know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that I am a happier mortal now =) yay? &lt;br /&gt;Not good that today my mind's disturbing. &lt;br /&gt;I will always, well not always ; found out something that is hiding away from me. Was meant to hide from me and when I got to know them, it's ALWAYS a hurtful one. Not a jovial one. Why? I kept asking deep within. *blank for a while* &lt;br /&gt;Nope. No answer to that. Today was SUPPOSE to be happy joyous day. But my heart is feeling rather blue. Started off my day with opening my eyes, my Mom was on my left. &lt;br /&gt;Yup. We slept together. Dad went outstation with his Boss for a week. Missing him so much =( &lt;br /&gt;I dislike absence of somebody from a family too long. It's like a gap that needs to be closed back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on I went to e-Gate for lunch with Mom and Brother. We ate Sushi King. It was awesome. Until I found out something. Well, skip that. &lt;br /&gt;Then turned moody already. I was so naive. Even offer to buy. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Moving on, went Facebook-ing and see lots of happy faces. Happy-faces-of-people-I-cared-for. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's Reunion. So happy to see everyone's huge grin on their faces. They made my day. It's as though it was my birthday. Haha. I want that. People I love surrounding me just this one time of the year. Don't have to be vacant for other days. Just this one day. Or Christmas. God knows why I love Christmas so much. So really looking forward to those June and September and December Reunions. They don't have to pay all the attentions to me. Just put smiles on their faces will do. &lt;br /&gt;That's the best present I could've asked for. And of course, some wishes would be appreciated =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wrapped up my day. &lt;br /&gt;Oh this was suppose to be my last working day. I felt my heavy heart wishing to come back again. It is hard to let go of something that you put much effort to go to it everyday. Yup. Everyday. Skip the off day that is. Mom said work is only for money. Sorry Mom. I don't think this way. Working is much more than the money I will obtain. It's about whether you enjoyed the work or not. The atmosphere. the people whom u work for and with. The people you meet during, before and after. The experience you gain. The love for it. The enthusiasm. The passion. (Just like wedding planning) &lt;br /&gt;Oh I've mentioned about being a wedding planner before I accidentally delete my earlier post. So yeah. Do you think I can work it out? Most people tend to work well for it but when it comes to their own. Whoa~ They can screw it real bad. And I really don't want that to be me. I am selfish, yes. &lt;br /&gt;I want everything to go well. From career to money-making (my husband and I) ; to great health; to happiness; to being able to have obedient children of my own. Wow! I am thinking way too ahead. Until my children . Yes, I do fantasize a lot. What harm can it be? =) &lt;br /&gt;That's how I define happiness. Everything goes well. Don't have to be rich and famous. Just plain family, great friends to keep, average house, good and loving husband. Mom scolded me for being too 'cincai'. Sometimes I cannot say NO to people. So ended up me myself being hurt or suffer. Haha. What to do? My nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Hopefully I would be a little more hardworking to blog about Me, my Life more often. Have a great night ahead readers! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Not looking forward for dinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-3795511135891540644?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3795511135891540644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=3795511135891540644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3795511135891540644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3795511135891540644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-3546193138762156428</id><published>2010-01-29T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T04:12:34.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is like any other ordinary days. Gloomy all the while. Don't know why. My colleagues cannot tahan me going around correcting their grammar;etc. Haha. I know. I ain't so smart also wanna correct people gok =.=' haha. Anyways. I did it because I know they won't mind and I was just trying to help. Not to show off. Really. Don't get me wrong kay. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like my tattoo. Especially the one on the neck. =D creedits to Cyn! She picked the neck. I picked the face. Lyn picked the hand! Haha. Miss the times in Genting already. Great times flies. Fast. Hmm~ tomorrow is the 30th already. Wow. Fast. Time really FLIES. Should I be happy or sad? Don't know. My colleagues are worrying about achieving their quota. Haha. 30 sales per month. Not easy kay. But if there's great bargains then different story le. But now apa pun takda. =(&lt;br /&gt;Good luck la you all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my friends really. Miss school. Missing everything. Felt so old already when i left school. Sigh. oh oh Thaipusam is here. Another festive seasons. I always liked festive seasons! Except the jams. But I like jam tarts. =D I know. Lame. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't shop for new year's clothes. =( no time, no money. Pay is coming! syok d. haha. Can spend on clothes and also undang. =0&lt;br /&gt;Talk about undang. Taking it on next wednesday with I-Lyn. Haha. Day off! Cannot rest. Sorry Che. Cannot out with u ade. Gotta go for undang =(&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry. We have tonnes of time! hehe. Owh and Che bought me dresses! haha. So nice la. I gave her shoes and a spaghetti strap blouse. I cannot wear. Too loose. It fits on her perfectly! =) and I bought chocs for her. =D We all love chocs! Agree? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to next Wed. Really wanna finish it up asap. Cos I know listening to undang can be super boring and long. But luckily i have Lyn with me =) &lt;br /&gt;Wanna finish it fast! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pussycat, if u're reading this..tell me when u're free! If u can give ur timetable that would be awesome! haha. I can find u easily. Might just pop in front of u in Disted! and yeah, talk about Disted, I don't know which path to walk still. Omg. Its already so near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I know what to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-3546193138762156428?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3546193138762156428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=3546193138762156428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3546193138762156428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3546193138762156428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-like-any-other-ordinary-days.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-3346159781143149424</id><published>2010-01-27T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:04:51.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/S2Arj3FojkI/AAAAAAAAALI/5kWVadVaajE/s1600-h/mini-IMG_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/S2ApQTdLQzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nWjfiISSS1A/s320/mini-IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431386510686110514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for in the mean time. a lot more. =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-3346159781143149424?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3346159781143149424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=3346159781143149424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3346159781143149424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3346159781143149424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-for-in-mean-time.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/S2Arj3FojkI/AAAAAAAAALI/5kWVadVaajE/s72-c/mini-IMG_2019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-1421571610093900494</id><published>2010-01-26T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:29:52.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting =)</title><content type='html'>people I'm back! went to Genting for 3 days 2 nights! =)&lt;br /&gt;we had a blast there! pictures will tell. will upload right after! &lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1..&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia, I-Lyn, Pei Ying and I was all so sleepy and we had to drag ourselves up to this funtastic trip! hehe. I reached there the latest =( I thought I was gonna be late but luckily I wasn't. =) haha. so we went up the bus at around 7.15am. stupid blogger so lagg til can't upload pictures. hmph. really testing my patience. anyways. pictures later. next post. so we had our lunch at Batang Kali first at 12pm before going up the hill =)&lt;br /&gt;then when we reached Genting, we need to check-in our room in the tour counter. so we sat there for about an hour. haha. Cyn and I went to buy marshmallow dipped chocoloate! yum! you know la Cyn and her marshmallow(mashi maro). haha. tu tu ho there's four in a stick. so everybody had one! ^^ four is a good number. later on its already our turn so we went up to our room. =)&lt;br /&gt;Lyn's mom and Cyn said de must follow the rules of hotel rooms (esp. Genting hotel rooms) so we knocked three times, went in, took off our shoes and kicked them everywhere (the messier the better). then we on all the lights, flushed the toilet bowl, on the water tap, and I said 'let us stay for 2 nights only'. well, something like that. haha. fun doing it though. then after unpacking and making ourselves comfy, we headed down to the first world plaza and shopped. *pictures tell* we went to try on some red shirt. haha. nice la but Pei Ying said too low cut de so ended up didn't buy. but I bought the shirt that says, 'I LOVE MUSIC'. they said don't want so i buy only lo. then took picture of the 'Gong Xi Fa Cai' thing in front of the casino. we tried to go in but at last don't dare. scared kena shoo. paiseh nia later. since we looked so young *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;then we go makan. *pictures tell*&lt;br /&gt;the hot rock that me and Lyn ordered practically burnt everybody! haha. not the really burn le but its like bubble somehow (I don;t know how to say) haha. &lt;br /&gt;then we went back to our room. Pei Ying didn't wanna apply the tattoo we bought. so only Cyn Lyn and me did. haha then the fun begins again! Uno Stacko! haha. we laughed like what nee cos Cyn always dropped the block. haha. 5 times k! Lyn and I win most =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2..&lt;br /&gt;Pei Ying woke up earliest again. haha. so she went to bathe and wake the rest of us. as usual, Lyn is the last. =P &lt;br /&gt;then Pei Ying mama made tuna bread for us for breakfast! yummy! she sat on the edge of the bed and fell. haha. so funny la sit also can fall from bed. then I put plaster for her. *picture tell* &lt;br /&gt;then Theme Park time! oh I think I forgot to mention the time we woke up. it's 7.30am. and dilly-dally still we reached the earliest to buy Theme Park tickets =)) &lt;br /&gt;went there at about 8.40am. still not opened. so we walked around chilling ourselves. =D finally we get to go in already =)&lt;br /&gt;we played Merry-go-round first! first game and still morning ma.. so didn't wanna start with the extremes. =D next Pei ying and I played Spinner. haha funny la cos Lyn and Cyn took pictures of two Lalas. LOL. then we played Pirate Ship. not scary at all. It dint went high enough. cos there were so little people and it was too early I guess. then we played Go Kart! no need to line up wan so syok. the helmet so smelly &gt;.&lt; luckily got shower cap. but still! yuk! then the extreme begins! Cockscrew! not really scary la actually. cos the scary part only some parts nia can't remember how many though. then we went to paddle boats. fun la cos it was relaxing and romantic! haha. aherm. we went underneath the bridge. =))&lt;br /&gt;then we went to queue up at the Bumper Boat. first queue kay. cos other rides tak payah queue wan. nevermind la. so we took some Lala pictures. funny la. Pei Ying taught us how to do it. but we were so bad at it. =.=' haha. that means we're not Lala!! yay!! but the pictures are not to be soon. P &amp; C. =P &lt;br /&gt;we got a little wet during Bumper Boat though. then we went for Rolling Thunder Mines Train! name also so long. Pei Ying calls it Rolling Thunder whereas I always say Mines Train. but it actually meant the same ride. so we always got mixed up. humph. haha, Lyn said that was scariest for her wor. don't know cos we din't get to ride Spaceshot. it was under service. I was scared for that ride the MOST. haha. mana tau under service. Cyn wanted to ride it. hmmm~ don't worry Cyn. there's always a next time! wanted to play Rock Climbing but don't know why nobody is there and there is no sign of saying under service of whatever pun. so sad la.. then it's makan time! ^^ I always liked makan time =P haha. maybe because the weather is cold and I got hungry real fast =.=' Lyn pulak diarrhoe and I pulak constipate. haha. end up both also went to toilet. Pei Ying said Geli la yerr yerr etc. Pei Ying u dont pangsai wan ar?? dui! &lt;br /&gt;then later on went back into the Theme Park, when we walked pass the entrance, the person was busy talking and didnt even realised we were walking pass. ish! we are legally walking in wan but nobody checked. if illegally they didnt check then syok la! haha. anyways, took pictures with Mr.Energiser. haha. lame? Pei Ying's idea. then there's this group of tourists wanted to take picture with us. mainly because of our tattoo *proud* =D then we also asked him to take for us la. we went to Mushroom Land! mana tau only fake mushroom there nia. I thought got real mushrooms growing there or something. =D oh well.. then cam-whore! went to play the stupid throw-and-get-a-prize game. so many people got the bear and we got 0! hmm. Cyn don't worry ur boy boy will buy for you ^^&lt;br /&gt;we went to ride the Flying Elephant thingy. and Flying Airplane too. me and Pei Ying got a spoilt one at first. the thing just won't go down. up there nia. haha. then we queued up for Cyclone! that was the first roller coaster in Malaysia =)&lt;br /&gt;there's this foreigner came to talk to us.. friendly guy. from London but originated from India (I think). mainly cos of our tattoo again. haha. they said its nice =)&lt;br /&gt;and one of them asked me if I am scared he volunteered himself to sit with me. like it will help =.=' and I said I'm not scared la =.='&lt;br /&gt;next we went to ride Dragon Boat! then went to Chocolate Land! haha. took picture with the Clock and rabbit and etc. haha. then walk and walk to Highlands Hotel. went to play the dizzy mia game. Teacup. I never liked that game =( &lt;br /&gt;so told Cyn not to spin the cup. haha. then took pictures of love birds! =) &lt;br /&gt;took picture of Lyn and the parrot. it stated there. 'NO CAMERA ALLOWED'. haha! then Cyn bought ice-cream and shared with Pei Ying. chocolate and mint. I don't like Mint! haha. then went to Dinosaur Land. =) nice and COLD there.  really that cold. we were all hugging each other kay. haha. FUN also at the boat and the Cave. =) dinosaurs. while queue-ing up time there's this baby looking at Lyn and smile. so cute!! *picture tell*&lt;br /&gt;i tried to feed Lyn's bread to the fishes but they didn't wanna eat =(&lt;br /&gt;haha. it's hugging time again! real misty up there. wanted to view the telescope mana tau need coins. 'Nothing is free in this world' =D&lt;br /&gt;then took pictures on the bridge! =)&lt;br /&gt;then went to ride Ferris Wheel. yup. cold. hugs again! =)))&lt;br /&gt;before we wanna be shoo-ed (Pei Ying's idea), we ended our days in Theme Park with the FIRST ride we rode. yep! Merry-go-round! I think I missed out some games that I didn't say le. haha. okok. I know u guys are bored already. pictures time! it's killing time too. so slow T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-1421571610093900494?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1421571610093900494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=1421571610093900494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/1421571610093900494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/1421571610093900494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/genting.html' title='Genting =)'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-7390044398314031188</id><published>2010-01-23T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T03:24:09.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had yee sang today. haha. I know.. early ones.. =) anyways.. gonna head to Genting soon d.. tomorrow.. heheh.. just now saw Renee. her hot momma isn't here. aww~ =P&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I promised to post up pictures here but I didnt! blame the memory card reader and blame my dear! haha.. in God's will.. someday I will =P&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. nothing much today lar.. just work and work. didn't go to salon today to perm my hair.. I feel I want my hair to have its natural style ler. and also.. my poor butt will suffer if I had to sit for 4 hours =( &lt;br /&gt;haha. so as usual. nothing much ler. packed my things d.. hope I did not left out anything.. haha. if I do, cham la Genting's stuff super expensive! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-7390044398314031188?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7390044398314031188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=7390044398314031188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/7390044398314031188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/7390044398314031188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/had-yee-sang-today.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-9130146969515552638</id><published>2010-01-18T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:12:05.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here I am again. surviving my 19 days of year 2010. to the dragon boat's group from Chung Ling that has deceased, I hope you guys do rest in peace. sigh~ why in life, things could be so unpredictable? those poor guys didn't even get a chance to do things they had never done. and the saddest part was, even the corpse was eaten by fishes in the sea. i don't blame those fishes. i don't blame the teacher advisor, because he died too. and not because he died i don't blame him. it's because, well, like i said, life is too short. so why blaming when we can choose to move on? I, too, might just die tomorrow...already this morning on the way to work time there's been an ambulance passing by the other side of the road. disasters kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still blurr right now. march is getting nearer and nearer. clock's ticking, earth is revolving, i am aging. God, this feeling sucks. how can someone be so sure with what he/she is gonna work as in the future? i mean, the field that they are gonna step into. because, life is too short and unpredictable. Again. yes, these few incidents are making my mind getting more and more confusing, really. more and more opinions are killing u know that? gosh, there won't be a day I will close my eyes and doze off. there must be something, something in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am playing too much games these days. u know, it is putting my head off about my problems. but still, gaming is not good right?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest, after all these years, u can tell me, that what we expect in a relationship is different? and I look for u only when I need u? omg i really can't believe my eyes. come to think of it, it is somehow true. but i want freedom? hey, just going to a guy's friend's birthday is so wrong is it? i dint even sit for 5 minutes. do u even know? and the way u telling me? pissed me off. and it's so hard to be a middle person. so i chose to leave both. and before this i thought that u don't like me  to go to my ex's birthday. that one I can accept so I chose not to go. but this? I can't imagine future. cannot be guaranteed too. I told myself not to cry myself to sleep de. I broke my guts. eh, and u know what? I actually did not cry already these days now. last few nights not counted. I guess it's too pain? I am so unpredictable I know. God knows what am I gonna do next? like I said, I might die the next thing u know.. so live life to the fullest!!! must keep reminding myself that. the future is not promising k. so don't expect much. because if the higher is our expectations, the higher is our disappointment. and something really shock me is that u don't like me working in an environment where guys are present? i'm like wth  man? how about future? be more open minded. at least i know my limits! trusting each other is already so hard. to gain trust in a relationship is even harder. but why aren't u trusting me? am i so flirty? so bitchy? u said u're very pressure that i am too good. well that's not true. many better ones out there. i don't even know what to do. arguements are too tiring. everyday not enough sleep and having other stuff to think about? God, we aren't machines. even machines can worn out. like cars? need to be serviced. what am i? crapping? or whatever i am saying here make sense at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think positively! ok, grand uncle is gonna come and have lunch with me tomorrow. but still he''s gotta check his busy busy schedule to fit me in =( &lt;br /&gt;see? how busy this man is. tsk tsk. i am proud to have him loving me so much too. he's really cool. oh did i mention about his job? he works as a speaking person for Penang's turf club. I don't really know what that post is called as. but hey! u know those people talking and cheering over the microphone? haha. yep. that's my grand uncle. cool guy. at his age. like my grandpapa. aww~ that guy. loves him too. &lt;3  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's my mom, my dad and my bro. my mom early morning waking up to prepare my bro for school. hey, is my memory getting worse or did she did that all for me when i am 12? no. when i was in kindergarten i already waited for bus all by myself! haha. independent? no. that was because i was trained. and my bro? doesn't have that. i still remember my daddy tied a pony tail for me every morning. i will sit on the floor and he will hold a comb with a rubber band ready to tie my hair. he will sit on the bed waiting for me with his sleepy and drowsy eyes. haha. i really missed those times. i sleep with them in the same room. and i wondered how did my brother pops out suddenly. haha. no sound at night? i was too busy sleeping to not know. better not to know 'how'. haha. funny laaa. my bro is having extra classes now already. kids these days. parents are too demanding.. seriously kay.. monday and tuesday extra classes in school. then come home already must do homework and then the book i bought him. i felt bad now for buying those books. maybe i shouldn't push him too hard? but if i don't, then who will? i'm the big sis here. and i bully my bro. sometimes. =( what? sometimes! haha. omg i sounded like a mommy here la i feel. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday was funnnn! I-Lyn, Eunice, Pei Ying and Guat Phing came to find me in gurney. that time was working there. and i had to buy them tickets for their movie. haha. as i was lining up i saw Miss Kweh and Miss Loke there. bad Miss Kweh. still dint wanna tell me why. yeesh. but i got over it soon already cos i am not as curious as before anymore. hehe. I learned to get over with curiosity. so, moving on, had lunch with them at food court. so paiseh nia Miss Kweh treated me tomyam. hehe. it was nice just like that. and then the four of them came. so we chatted and they dragged me to cold storage. haha. then we had to split. me, working. them, movies. life is so unfair =( haha. i wasn't that sad laaa. fun kay. then my dear came over which surprised me. ^^ love u. later on he went back and met up with the gang again. hehe. my Yu Yi and Hou Sam have to go back first. so split again cos Yu Yi went front door and Hou Sam is back door. so me and Lyn went with Eunice and PY went with Yu Yi. eh i still so sayang u k. hehe. hugs. it was sooo funny la the way dear Eunice interpret our every move. haha. i was standing in front of Lyn and her legs are under my body and i was like doing a 'horse stance' u know like those learnt in tae kwon do? haha. then i was splitting more already as her legs got wider. so yeah i was alert kay. but when ure beside that girl. no matter how alert. sure gone! haha. so there i go, landed on my right ass. and i told them i was alert. so they asked why u still fall? of course la i was imbalance! and my rubber's quality ( i meant my shoes) is good ma so it halted and i jerked. then they started laughing. i was so blurr. so Eunice say it all over again. my leg and Lyn's split. then i falled. and the rubber with the better quality. so u guessed it! haha. so we  had to re-run the whole scene as Lyn record it down. but not so funny as the first one. but still! we laughed til Eunice's mom's call came. so we walked her to the car and waved goodbye. that day was fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don't show it, it doesn't mean i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don't show it, it doesn't mean i don't love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to cafe world =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-9130146969515552638?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9130146969515552638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=9130146969515552638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/9130146969515552638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/9130146969515552638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-i-am-again.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-2792957925133631770</id><published>2010-01-10T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:41:33.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey people! I'm back. haha. lazy to blog these few days. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;the reason i blog today is cos I'm too bored and too free. yup. &lt;br /&gt;firstly. i also wanted to write about my resolutions. not resolutions actually. &lt;br /&gt;it's more to like, things I wanna achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. first of all, I wanna make sure my brother gets 5 A's in his UPSR. yes. weird I know. and the best of all, ME, his sister, is gonna make sure he achieved that. seriously. I already bought him books to do and books to read and taught him, give him tutorials. haha. I hope that I can keep going because u know I do things halfway always. and I wanna change that negative part of me and be a better person through that. experiences. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. second of all, I wanna learn driving. haha. I know, many people did already. nvm ma I have I-Lyn to accompany me. hehe. the reason I need to drive is because I can go to elsewhere with a lot more ease and I don't have to ma huan my dear. hehe. nad my parents too. and not to forget, my grandparents too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. third of all, I need to figure out what is it that I want to pursue in. Til now,  still have doubts. I'm so gonna die.. march is like so near... chinese new year is so near too. then those 'sam ku' aunty aunty sure ask, eh what u wanna study ar.. etc etc. i hate it. and then go ask my parents too. like to compete. I dont like to compete. u guys know right? oh, talk about competing. i had bad memories. someone accused me of competing when i dint! i hate people to accuse me of doing something which i dint. why must people guess about negativity? why isn't there any positivity? and i dont like to explain things. u wanna think that way, then fine. i dont usually 'simpan dendam'. but some things that is too hurtful. better keep quiet. it's been 2-3 years already anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wanna learn mandarin and take up music lessons. but yeah, I dont have the time. its sad kay.. I wanna learn them so badly. I dunno why but since I was a little girl I like music more than arts. arts are ok i guess. just that I dunno how to appreciate them. no matter how people said that's a beautiful/an ugly painting, all i see is a painting. sorry but i dont know. but i really love to travel and visit art gallery. its nice to see different thigns once in a while. oh and i loveee taking pictures. hehe. and i wanna learn mandarin. I'm a Chinese! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wanna think twice before I make a move. I've learned how important it is to do that because once u have done something u might regret, then u already loose. u loose a chance to do it again. there is no guarantees that u will feel it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wanna spend more time with my family. I wanna spend more time with my friends. who knows what will happen later on? who knows I might leave them?  who knows they might leave me? I can't take goodbyes very well. but if I knew I had precious moments with them, then I would heal faster. I wanna learn not to hate. as the saying goes, Life is too short to hate. its true. and hating is very tiring. and it takes up my evergy. I get moody and I get frustrated and I eat. a lot. haha. yeah I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wanna make peace with the people I messed up with. that takes a lot of effort, patience and guts. Sorry if I hurt anybody. I meant no harm. and to Cyn, u mean no harm I know. I forgive u. =) btw, why do u want my latest picture? I havent send it to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I wanna be independent. because I know that whenever u're an 18 year old, that means u have to 'berdiri di atas kaki sendiri' already. then there's this working thing and studying thing. and I'm still lost. people scolded me that I am immature. and I dont like it. but now I know. they are right after all. because I really am immature. I still dont know how many things work. the other day when my mom was talking about house loan and installments and etc. and damn i only understand like 40% of it. it's so sad isn't it? I mean. the lawyers, agreements and stuff. I partially understood though. so obviously the curious kid here shoot them with lots of questions and they got frustrated with me as they never get to discuss things! oh boy, I can be really noisy k. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The truth always hurt. so I learn to forget. forgiving is the best way too. so learning to forgive always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----will be continued-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-2792957925133631770?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2792957925133631770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=2792957925133631770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2792957925133631770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2792957925133631770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-people-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-7770162889761289141</id><published>2010-01-06T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:05:35.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/16cWiWj--8E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/16cWiWj--8E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicate this to beloved Eunice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-7770162889761289141?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7770162889761289141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=7770162889761289141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/7770162889761289141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/7770162889761289141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-675993889163447894</id><published>2010-01-05T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:27:10.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>starting off my day with diarrhoe-ing. my God. hate em! yesterday night 3a.m only sleep =/&lt;br /&gt;I know.. couldn't sleep and watched my show. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then 6 smtg woke up to the toilet. Gah! then slept back. then woke up to toilet again.&lt;br /&gt;sigh~ Ah Keat is laughing beside me now. bad colleague. laugh at a poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..i dreamt of some stupid dream last night..&lt;br /&gt;it was beyond my expectations.. I never thought I will dream about that!&lt;br /&gt;yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;some guesses. it was right though. I dreamt that I became friends with that rude person.&lt;br /&gt;very stupid dream I tell u! some more good friends to the extend. =.='&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T want to hate people anymore. dreams haunting me even during when I'm resting. like the saying goes, 'make friends, not foe'. well, give it a second thought and it is proven right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;gosh my tummy. killing me =.='&lt;br /&gt;should have off today......God bless me.get thru the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just go back earlier later.. craving to watch Avatar =/&lt;br /&gt;ahhh~ I miss out the part that this morning, I-Lyn called. haha. and she asked me if I ready to go already? I was so blurr and thought that we had an outing?then I stunned for a while.. then she said, oh u're June ar? haha. it was funny though. somehow I had a bad feeling about it. then I didn't wanna go think further so I just ignore it and woke up. I hate thinking about it again and again. I've had enough things to think about. and yeah, I get more and more moody these days. sorry dear if I let go my temper on you =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was once upon a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we look at each other and smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to reminise those good past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll have to let go of the bad ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-675993889163447894?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/675993889163447894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=675993889163447894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/675993889163447894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/675993889163447894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/starting-off-my-day-with-diarrhoe-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-2349905226290110895</id><published>2010-01-05T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:28:09.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. alone at the booth. just now so pek chek kay.. running here and there. sheesh. at last now can sit and relax a bit already. hmm~ still thinking of my plans after results. whose advice should i follow? i don't know really. first i told my mom.. i already made up my mind I'm going for culinary arts. she kept quiet. then asked me if I have other interest in? then fine. I said that there's some other choices actually. so I listed down every single course for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~gynaecology&lt;br /&gt;~culinary arts&lt;br /&gt;~hospitality and tourism&lt;br /&gt;~mass communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. she said gynae is the best choice. that made me REconsider. sigh~ so, I need to rethink.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like making decisions really. especially something that pressures me a lot. so yeah.. have to think and think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! took salary de. although not much. but I really happy in the sense that my hardwork paid off. hmm~ but that will mean that no more allowance and also need to buy new year's clothes with my own money.. ahhh~ quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's this trip to Langkawi this Friday I am suppose to go.. due to work, mom disagree. =/&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since I travelled. I really LOVE travelling.. maybe after Chinese New Year already I guess. anywhere will do. at least from Penang awhile. doesnt mean I dislike Penang.. I love Penang. its the best here =)&lt;br /&gt;sigh~ still headache.. too many opinions I guess. like my grandpa always say.. "too many cook spoils the soup" haha. but two head is better than one right? =.=' nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes it's hard to show how u feel appreciate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although what u're doing meant no harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;omg this is really a good experience. just had a customer that is deaf and mute came to my booth and asked me about P1. I'm really glad I helped them well and they could understand me. we communicate through writing. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they get special rate for P1's services. that's good. we should help those unfortunate people. I felt good and proud of myself for a minute. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is the first time for me. so, YAY! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-2349905226290110895?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2349905226290110895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=2349905226290110895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2349905226290110895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2349905226290110895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-2802750216375846403</id><published>2010-01-04T00:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:55:47.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can u believe it????!!</title><content type='html'>gah! the more u dont want to see someone the more u will see him/her!&lt;br /&gt;omg that ****h is gonna let me see him/her every single day!! f***! gah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-2802750216375846403?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2802750216375846403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=2802750216375846403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2802750216375846403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2802750216375846403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-u-believe-it.html' title='can u believe it????!!'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-4318615306859849439</id><published>2010-01-01T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:21:03.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/Sz7Jlx-rftI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a51ZABLguCg/s1600-h/taylor_swift_bio%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421992652309233362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/Sz7Jlx-rftI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a51ZABLguCg/s320/taylor_swift_bio%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;great job taylor swift! i love her....haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-4318615306859849439?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4318615306859849439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=4318615306859849439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/4318615306859849439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/4318615306859849439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-job-taylor-swift-i-love-her.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/Sz7Jlx-rftI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a51ZABLguCg/s72-c/taylor_swift_bio%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-5063006865122609014</id><published>2009-12-27T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:06:20.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSqSqL-vjcU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSqSqL-vjcU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicee =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-5063006865122609014?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5063006865122609014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=5063006865122609014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5063006865122609014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5063006865122609014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-6230501133674316692</id><published>2009-12-27T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:41:02.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rude people can be really RUDE! haha. yea la abo den? rude what. happy eh mood being spoilt by some rude people.. I don't except him/her to be that rude. walao~ don't like people who's ignoring others when being introduced. hmm~ today BL sent  a promoter here. I don't really know his name. haha~ did not asked. anyway my supervisor came with his secretary to our booth and checked us out. I like my supervisor. He's cool and funny. Unlike my previous job, the supervisor isn't really THAT nice. haha. that rude person some more make people eh booth dirty. know how to eat don't know how to throw =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fast and it's already sunday! tomorrow a new beginning of the week. and Guat Phing. to my poor Yu Yi, lost her phone =/&lt;br /&gt;God bless her and grant her with a new one. =)&lt;br /&gt;and moving on, Yu Yi have u changed your blog's font yet? or else i won't read. haha. lazy to select all. hmmm~ feeling kinda hungry now after being moody. see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-6230501133674316692?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6230501133674316692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=6230501133674316692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6230501133674316692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6230501133674316692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/rude-people-can-be-really-rude-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-1939534370716373470</id><published>2009-12-26T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:24:59.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just saw I-Lyn passed right in front of me when we texted about half an hour ago or less.. haha what a coincidence! Pei Ying's message arrived on time! haha.. well, enjoy your 'pan noodles' dahling... who ask u to ask your mom go and buy for u? hahaha! nene bubu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-1939534370716373470?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1939534370716373470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=1939534370716373470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/1939534370716373470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/1939534370716373470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-saw-i-lyn-passed-right-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-757348048279788671</id><published>2009-12-22T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:25:33.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will upload pictures soon! sorry la don't complain no pictures ya! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-757348048279788671?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/757348048279788671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=757348048279788671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/757348048279788671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/757348048279788671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-will-upload-pictures-soon-sorry-la.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-6283731120703962370</id><published>2009-12-16T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:29:45.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sensitive issues alert!</title><content type='html'>Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably a sad and joyful moments at the same time.  Why sad? Why joyful? Well probably because everyone is leaving elsewhere and things aren't the same anymore.. I did wondered, is it because of humans' doing or is it because of one's feeling inside? i seriously don't know. It kept me awake most of the times.. I'm serious.. Sad memories make me hard to sleep. Problems too.. Sad isn't it? this is not called insomnia. I think. sometimes it is the human's brain that makes us this way. you see, sometimes friends do talk about each other. I admit. everyone does. then how did things become so complicated? as in, misunderstandings happen. i told her, I want peace. I don't want misunderstandings anymore! What to do? Do good deeds. We believe in karma. yes. Karma. But the past? We cannot simply neglect them, can we? think about it. How things came up. look on the other sides of things. It might be unchangeable.. but at least. It is once there. We can choose to look it at the other way. maybe just maybe we need to think further..but at the end of the day, you will see that, it is all worthy. Why give hope, then take it away? or shall I say, leave it unacknowledged? haha. anyway, it can't be only a person's fault. It has got to be two. or probably three? or probably provocation? that's a really really powerful poison? hmmm~ nevermind. whatever it is. I'm not the type that will go up to somebody and ask him/her directly. because I know. I will never get an answer. I-Lyn melt my heart away and I do feel like crying to her that night. but some part of me pulled me off. Kept telling myself its best to keep it alone. or twosome. =] how nice if we can be like every chinese new year? whole family members/ friends members sitting down toasting and updating and can just talk about anything. Maybe and just maybe some of us do. but, its amongst oneself. I guess. haha. I'm okay but it hurts me when there is a sobber. really. I felt like towards the line and asked for an explanation. haha. it would be hilarious. like I said, no point doing so. no answer. Well can only wish for things to be normal before new year. Somebody has to do something. Why not me? If I really care. But do  You care? It really plays in my mind. every night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-6283731120703962370?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6283731120703962370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=6283731120703962370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6283731120703962370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6283731120703962370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/sensitive-issues-alert.html' title='sensitive issues alert!'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-2374950584472737883</id><published>2009-12-16T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:17:36.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans?</title><content type='html'>hilary duff- come clean&lt;br /&gt;sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept wondering.. what do i really wanna do after this?? or after taking results? hmm~ headache.. Eunice's mom gave me some suggestions.. mass com, psychology, etc. and myself i liked hospitality and tourism, gynecology, mass comm, culinary arts. but lots of people said, experienced people to be more precise, said, 'don't work hotel line! not good!' haha. i wonder what did they been through.. seriously, so bad meh? then all those hotel workers ma cham? pity.. ? hmmm~ i don't know really.. i envy some of us.. but maybe they wish that they are in someone else's shoes instead. humans... never satisfied. some rich parents already have their own business lined up for their children.. then others already planning for colleges even before exams and submitted their names for colleges, etc. some probably are like me.. wake up and sleep again and eat.. don't know any plans. plans are important.. i know.. but just that it's so hard to figure it out. hmmm.. i guess some of us have plans from parents already. just that they wish their parents won't plan everything for them.. as u know.. like in the movies..? running away from home just because the plans their parents made is something that they wouldn't want or like. sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quest: What do You think is the best choice for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-2374950584472737883?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2374950584472737883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=2374950584472737883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2374950584472737883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2374950584472737883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/plans.html' title='plans?'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-1253269858859680225</id><published>2009-12-16T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:09:10.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunny&lt;br /&gt;boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another working day... yawn.. sien la.. hmm~ forgotten to say about pesta day.. hehe... i ride the 'challenger' ride.. =.=' almost throw up.. haha.. met Ari and her family there.. asam bui healed me. haha. ah phing ask me drink eh.. then later on went back to sleep at Lyn's house.. Cynthia scared nia...... after watching Zombieland... me and Lyn couldn't stop laughing.. haha. then later we cook maggi mee and eat.. its like we always do that when sleepover at Lyn's house.. xD then they din't liked my soup =( sad betul.. i kena drink them all by myself.. actually they gt drink abit also lar. then the next morning we went to SPCA with Tze Ni! fun lar get to play with the animals there.. its like for a minute U're not so stress... hmm.. then we had chicken rice.. with Tze Ni's mom.. her mom paid.. paiseh betul.. then we waited for bus to Prangin mall.. walk awhile.. Lyn bought computer games.. Sim's 3 i think.. then bought Ari's present.. then went to the bus ticket booth area with Cyn to wait for her uncle.. then me and Lyn went to wait for bus.. met Euodia there.. did i spell her name correctlY? hehe.. special name.. then we went to gurney.. but the bus stopped at midlands for awhile lor.. but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;we stopped at Lyn's aunt's house then we both fell asleep on the couch for 1/2 an hour.. haha.. jeremy watched cartoon.. we were watching with him earlier.. but we both slept in front of the tv. =p then her cousin came which happens to be jeremy's mom;  fetched us to gurney cos she wanted to be in mph with jeremy to buy books. he finally saw a book that the 3 of us liked. haha. it is entitled 'Freaky Facts'. then later on i bought it for my brother.. cos its really nice.. =p&lt;br /&gt;then later we waited for bus again.. i felt like my throat is burning and and we had to wait under the hot sun.. that time was about 6 pm ler.. then i thought oh no, fever! die die.... the night b4 i some more told i-lyn and cyn that u both eh immune system so poor ar get flu  so easily. and see la now i pulak fever de.. and we had to walk up the hills...the hills that pei ying said the person siao wan if they were to walk all the way up. =( so yeah we siao. haha.  then I-Lyn mommy fed me panadol and off the fan. yes. want me to sweat.. and she's so sweeeeeeeeeeeet....made her own 'kool-fever' for me.. hehe.. muacks! then i had to kuai kuai go to bed with the fan off. she some more dint whine when its hot.. i felt so touch.. *tears rolling* haha! then we bathe and went to ananda bahwan to eat.. Ari's birthday celebration is there.. hehe.. we bought her earrings.. she loves it. =)&lt;br /&gt;me and Lyn went off at 9 smtg.. went home... no keys! kek ki nia.. =.=' then went around the island like that.. finally find my grandparents in Copra.. aiya i feel my story very boring ler&lt;br /&gt;gonna say more later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: what will you do to repay your friends' good deeds? ppl who read must answerr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-1253269858859680225?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1253269858859680225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=1253269858859680225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/1253269858859680225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/1253269858859680225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunny-boring-another-working-day.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-6263369818969900075</id><published>2009-12-15T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:31:32.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUNICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-6263369818969900075?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6263369818969900075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=6263369818969900075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6263369818969900075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6263369818969900075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-eunice.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-4335068543748602607</id><published>2009-12-15T03:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:39:33.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling: sick&lt;br /&gt;surrounding: funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everyone! hehe...finally....i remember my password.. i know its stupid right to forget? well.. thats me! currently.. as ya'll know..just finish SPM. yes! happy. actually not very happy la. cos i didn't really study.&lt;br /&gt;felt bad really... hehe.. anyway.. to sum up, i am working now.. but blogging at the same time.. =p&lt;br /&gt;seriously, quite stress these days.. til my face eh dont know what came up de.. haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family all good..healthy.. one just passed away not long ago.. during spm actually.. then my dear is in kl now.. then friends.. hmm lets see.. Lyn is in kl.. then eunice's birthday today.. we went out to celebrate.. with Guat Phing! fun. although i had to go off early. met ben and ariel and gwen(ben's cousin sister). then off to work de.. hehe.. cynthia le cannot go starwalk.. sad.. me and phing walk alone......got see some ppl there too.. hehe.. pei ying walk with her cousins.. we walked with CT awhile.. boy, was she fast.. =.=' fun! except the fact that feet-ache problem.. hehe.. then after starwalk went to gurney.. fun too! hehe.. i heard jing working in Tao.. maybe i should go there one day to eat and bully her. hehe.. oh yeah, did i mention i am now working in tesco? hmm.. spot me! =p gotta go de.. someone looking at my blog now..=.= tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-4335068543748602607?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4335068543748602607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=4335068543748602607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/4335068543748602607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/4335068543748602607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-sick-surrounding-funny-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-6603571882878160455</id><published>2009-02-27T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:21:22.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>peps i am back! =]&lt;br /&gt;too long de since i last updated.. so i also forgotten what to write after these long. hmm. i'll just brief about my day then =]&lt;br /&gt;started off with my alarm ringing..time for schooling.. =/&lt;br /&gt;then school. embarrased betul to have tears in front of ppl. hmm. was actually disappointed. it's like, i don't belong anywhere. ppl thinks i am not good in anything? Lol. it's stupid to even care for other's feelings when they are inconsiderate. it's such an unappreciated action done. =/&lt;br /&gt;oh well. at least my mom is sweet today =]&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to eat kinder bueno, so she take me to 'suiwah' nearby my house. then none. then she wants to take me tesco just to buy! haha. am i dreaming? lol then went to nearer eh guardian =p&lt;br /&gt;i know this is getting boring. met my dear today. how i hearts him =]&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel better by telling me that it's ok. take it as an exercise lo everyday go run in dam.&lt;br /&gt;i went today too even though i knew about the news this morning. oh i met my aunt and xin yi today. she don;t know me pun. haha. my mom met my aunt yday and today. ada jodohnya. tomorrow is Sports Day! Fry is gonna be second or third. why i did not say first? basically, DZ will win always. no doubt. even school has their own politics =]&lt;br /&gt;ppl in my school will know. oh ya oh ya! i lost my purse! and and find it back! thank God i did! i was like praying and praying..hoped that will find it back. luckily i did. without anything lost.. cool eh? =]&lt;br /&gt;i still don't get it how did the person found it find my purse. and being so honest. wow. =]&lt;br /&gt;bless u whoever u are *winkss*&lt;br /&gt;gonna stayover at I-Lyn's over the weekend. =]&lt;br /&gt;we have some secret mission ! xD&lt;br /&gt;not that secret la anyway.....=p&lt;br /&gt;lazy to type de luu.. i go off de lar. bye ya'll =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gazing up, eyes open wide&lt;br /&gt;searching for it, in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;i tell u, look at the ceiling, look at the reflection&lt;br /&gt;you will find, the very thing u are looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-6603571882878160455?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6603571882878160455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=6603571882878160455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6603571882878160455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6603571882878160455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/peps-i-am-back-too-long-de-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-931595355270974978</id><published>2009-01-10T01:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:03:47.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly had a flashback. a thought that happened last year.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why this could happen. i try to tell myself it's not true at all.. i hope..&lt;br /&gt;but my mind keep flashing back to the time where i saw it. and everytime i do, it's so hurtful.. i try not to believe it's true. but how could i? i mean, i SAW it with my own eyes k? if someone else would have told me, then, at least i can still accept it. accept the fact that i might be troublesome to u guys. so now, i try to remind myself, hey, no, don't say it, dont ask, everything, just put a damn smile on ur face, and make sure, it is not a forceful one. make sure, it doesn't seem forceful though my heart knows it is. argh! God bless me with all the strength and courage in me please. i hope...i really hope...that i would be a good mask.. not to leak a single expression. not a tiny bit. i still can't believe my eyes. this can't be true. this can't be you. this can't BE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-931595355270974978?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/931595355270974978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=931595355270974978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/931595355270974978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/931595355270974978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/suddenly-had-flashback.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-3161107114913103259</id><published>2009-01-10T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:36:49.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updates!&lt;br /&gt;sorry Eunice and all.. i know.. it's been super long since i last updated xD&lt;br /&gt;so.. this should be a very long post right since i did not update for so long.. but sadly.. it's just a short one.. due to lacking of time here.. and tomorrow i'm going out. so yeah.. year 2009 is here! but um, i'm not really excited like the spirit i have for christmas last year.. ok, no more sad stuff la for today's post.. =]&lt;br /&gt;school and everything is okk i guess.. everyone is healthy.. but dont know if they're happy.. only God and themselves will know.&lt;br /&gt;anyways..chinese new year is coming! 'ang ang' de my grand's house.. haha.. she really put in lots of effort to decorate her house every chinese new year.. made lots of cookies and all too.. some for small business and some for ourselves.. some she'll give to  closer friends.&lt;br /&gt;just went to gurney yesterday with a friend of mine.. bought wrappers for textbooks and stationary.. saw Michelle with her parents.. my friend saw countless person =.='&lt;br /&gt;like so popular de.. aherm. tomorrow will go for a birthday outing with my friend. watched 'Bedtime Stories'. star Adam Sandler. so u can expect how nice is the show right? =]&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch 'Australia' too..star Nicole Kidman and some guy which i dont know his name. but then it's a romance show and i want to watch with someone but that someone watch with someone's friends already. hmp. oh well.. people! watch Bedtime Stories. niceee =]&lt;br /&gt;my back is aching now..ahh, so chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-3161107114913103259?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3161107114913103259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=3161107114913103259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3161107114913103259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3161107114913103259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates-sorry-eunice-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-1151283128504082252</id><published>2008-12-15T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:06:52.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am back! haha.. just in time to tell about the hokkien songs i like.. sung by Selina and Lee Hom. =]&lt;br /&gt;hehe nice k? don't know the title. aiya, next time ask Pei Ying.. oh yea Pei Ying! Ke Au! haha..&lt;br /&gt;ok.. the song so nice.. the MV.. i got to admit Selina looks cute and damn feminine.. thanks to the hairstyle and dress =]&lt;br /&gt;currently reading I-lyn's blog also. haiyo always got lots of comments to say eh. but the blog so long de by the end of it, poof! forget everything. =/&lt;br /&gt;sorry ya Lyn =p&lt;br /&gt;oh i was reading Ze's blog also.. =.=' I know.. so many thing to read.. haha.. who ask me to lazy on9? =]&lt;br /&gt;its good that Ze put her friends link.. cos the blogs i read are usually somewhat there also. hehe take advantage pulak. =p&lt;br /&gt;and i no time to read phing, rize, ben, etc etc person eh blogg de.. thanks to my limited time and i didn't bathe yet =/&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! i went for BBQ. and came back sorethroat. hmph. so song song go eat mana tau come back sorethroat pulak.&lt;br /&gt;throat swollen like what nee.. haihh.. i swear i ate a little bit nia!! =/&lt;br /&gt;haiya.. oh Pei Ying if u're reading this, please la let me read ur blog......see the blogskin also cannot die right??? though i don't know how to read mandarin. hmmm~ see ur cute eh pics haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS IS COMING! HAHAHA... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-1151283128504082252?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1151283128504082252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=1151283128504082252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/1151283128504082252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/1151283128504082252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-back-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-8604569538558131335</id><published>2008-11-28T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:12:37.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>half of me is really happy.. but partly, ******&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. so conclusion? mixed up.. i don't hope my next 50 years to come eh life will be like this. i really don't hope.&lt;br /&gt;well.. basically.. *breathes in* i am stupid. i don't know why but, i am stupid. i feel stupid seriously.. ah well.. it is just a feeling.. but who cares right.. um, well, i don't know.. for now, i just want to work and forget everything.. it's best like this.. i feel left out.. =/&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be like this. be strong! God will always stay with me right? =)&lt;br /&gt;hope so... i must be tough always.. nobody will help me if I'm in trouble.. so must be real tough i tell myself.. everything, inside. safe and sound. voila! locked air-tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh phing, don't be too hard on yourself.. cheer up k? i know its hard but, try to look on the bright side.. nobody can ever help u if u like this k? =]&lt;br /&gt;love u ppl..&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;nobody loves me =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-8604569538558131335?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8604569538558131335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=8604569538558131335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/8604569538558131335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/8604569538558131335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/half-of-me-is-really-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-9210679252975063186</id><published>2008-11-25T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:08:51.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LUCKY-Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-9210679252975063186?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9210679252975063186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=9210679252975063186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/9210679252975063186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/9210679252975063186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/lucky-jason-mraz-and-colbie-caillat-do.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-5815472611687709167</id><published>2008-11-25T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:44:21.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.... continuing my post from yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;my mom was nagging..so yeah.. first of all, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN WEI YEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if you're reading this. =]&lt;br /&gt;i highlighted it with purple. she likes this colour.. i think.. well that's what Ze told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some facts i know about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WEI YEN &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;skirt in our school.. aherm.. she's not actually a skirt.. haha.. she's a prefect.. she joins the ed-board and debate.. she's a really nice person and same like any other 16-year-old who does gossips about guys and bla bla bla.. well i guess that's normal =p&lt;br /&gt;she's also a bookworm. aherm. storybooks. hehe.. just like I-Lyn =p&lt;br /&gt;but I-Lyn is more CORRUPTED  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*she is so going to kill me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;moving on..erm.. what did i wanna say?? i can't remember.. was interrupted by my brother..&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;forget it.. hmm~ gotta go de ler......byes&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*HAPPY SWEEETTT SIXTEEN WEI YEN&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-5815472611687709167?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5815472611687709167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=5815472611687709167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5815472611687709167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5815472611687709167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-784388288142694293</id><published>2008-11-24T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:33:23.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i should be thankful that i am still alive, still have a shelter, still have good food and nice clothes to wear. i should be thankful i have fine body parts, a cell phone to use, a computer and a tv to entertain me. i should be thankful that i am not an orphan, or simply a person which has only few months to live. i should be thankful that i have emotions. i should be thankful that  have my friends there for me. i should be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me. i should be thankful that i am able to write, to do so m i still have people to celebrate my birthdays withany things other people in this world cannot do. i should be thankful that i was blessed with  a family, friends and people in my life. i should be thankful that i am not a person u will forget after meeting me yesterday. i should be thankful that there are still people who cares for me.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;LOVES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me.. concern about me. etc... i am sorry that i have negative thoughts all this while. but i never blame myself for thinking this way. know why? that is because, when a person is lonely, has got nothing to do, has gone through failures, and i mean real bad ones, could really really lose their self-confidence... so whenever u see someone having their bad times, please don't be like my mom who will surely say how stupid they are and etc.. lifes today cannot be compared with lifes yesterdays..that's because in different eras, we'll face different difficulties.. so to people who likes to say things like, u know ar, u all are so lucky nowadays, last time ar, we use to go through tougher times, worse &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt; than you are today.&lt;br /&gt;take back your words. live life realistically please. as there are lots of things that people will go through..tougher than even back then.. though your times might be less fortunate, less luxury, but think again, the more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;luxury &lt;/span&gt;we are, the more competition, the more envy, the more whatsoever reasons.. and also, the 'kiasu' [scared lose]-direct translation from hokkien-we are.. if u people don't believe me, go and see georgians' magazine year 2007. they even do research on how kiasu we georgians are.. and boy, u will know when u see those answers they gave.. their ratings are,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; 10/10&lt;/span&gt; mostly.. haha.. what to do...? we have to have this spirit in our blood.. or else, just get married and stop studying, don't need such high aimings in life anymore.. haha.. that's what my mom always says.... but its true though.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of me was thinking, hey, u're such a loser u know?&lt;br /&gt;yes i know and i admit i am.. and how should i overcome this? avoiding my not-so-bright-self with others.. not mixing with people that i cared for? etc etc.. i am very as in&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; negative type of person....sigh..so, what should i be? a girl to always avoid people? i don't know...i am still thinking..trying to make decisions.. a new resolution for my form 5.. all i need is some courage from people around me.. but how are they gonna do it? i need some actions, some advice, some some words filled with confident for me to stay upstraight again..i am now like a wilting plant.. so someone, anyone, please pour down some water to moisture my almost dying body? just some drops will do.. just some dropss.... i am dying of this agony.. slowly dying.. i am too young to die.. so someone please? sigh.. enlighten me.. i am very vulnerable i guess..haha!&lt;br /&gt;oh, working is fun.. except the tiring part and the part where i meet &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;RUDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; customers.. they can be really really selfish, no manners at times.. gosh i hate rude people.. =.='&lt;br /&gt;i want to blog more after so long.. but too bad.. my mom wants to go out already..&lt;br /&gt;so til next time =]&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.. i was planning to do something.. hehe.. my friend that knows about this said that i am like gonna go away to a very far place and never comes back =.='&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. tyll people.. thanks for the time reading this.. buhbyes! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is coming!! i am SO SO excited!! haha...like a kiddo eh? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..  still having my wonders......which part of me should i be choosing?? O.O a huge question mark&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SSqQkNmYdvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/S6jTBr8bVCY/s1600-h/Question+Mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SSqQkNmYdvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/S6jTBr8bVCY/s320/Question+Mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272185265590925042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-784388288142694293?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/784388288142694293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=784388288142694293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/784388288142694293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/784388288142694293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-1-i-should-be-thankful-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SSqQkNmYdvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/S6jTBr8bVCY/s72-c/Question+Mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-7930965840380212127</id><published>2008-09-27T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:58:30.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i have a secret. but to some of them it's not a secret.. lol nvm.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;exams are coming up.. i'm sure everyone's tensed, having exam fever and so on.. but why oh WHY am i not afraid?? at all! gah, as usual, i will be the 'smartest' among all.. =] that's what my mom says and its so true though.. compare.. haihs.. whatever la.. hmm.. Pei Ying and I-lyn's birthday just ended! it was fun.. will upload some pictures sooon. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i love outing with them all.. so so nice!! i lovee my friends ler.. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;serious... =.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;without a lot of people and a lot of things i can die.. but, with some people and some things a i can die too. haha! swt me! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tomorrow's my darling KONG KONG's birthday! happy birthday Kong Kong! as if he would read this =.=' but oh well.. i lovee him a lot a lot.. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yesterday was my uncle's birthday.. the youngest one.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i miss him though after he went to KL to further his studies.. his gf is sweet.. and pretty =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i miss calling him 'tua pooi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he shall kill me if he sees this O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that's all i guess.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyn-i wanna go ur hse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lyn-i wanna write ur book some more! =] memories. and also the preface stuff haven done yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sorry ya the other day super sleepy de so cant do.. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ze- u still have band practice during hols???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jing- dont let me see u and Mr. Teh in anywhere or i shall perli u teruk teruk! xD O=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rize- i miss u too de! =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Carmen-u dont look like a Lohan =.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pei ying- i haven seen Narnia yet.. perhaps u should ask the person with super banyak CD. like ms KOH =] eh u go to that Nicole eh bday party? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gor-when bowling? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Hao-say wanna chia me when ar? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eunice- are u single still or what? hmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tze Ni- ur facebook's pic look like ur leg grew longer..xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Phing- happy dating! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;myself-start studying...............=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-7930965840380212127?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7930965840380212127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=7930965840380212127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/7930965840380212127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/7930965840380212127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-4753037105023912937</id><published>2008-09-22T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T02:39:50.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;confusion&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.....................&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haihs haihs haihs...&lt;br /&gt;mood-less&lt;br /&gt;exams...&lt;br /&gt;homework....&lt;br /&gt;blahs.&lt;br /&gt;what am i saying?&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;chaos--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-4753037105023912937?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4753037105023912937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=4753037105023912937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/4753037105023912937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/4753037105023912937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/09/confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-3189472969909390791</id><published>2008-08-27T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T04:16:58.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so tired today.. running here and there.. i bet some of my classmates too.. pity them.. i really hope the participants will appreciate our hard work. moreover, our darling HM brought forward the date.. that's like.. WT... !&lt;br /&gt;whatever laaa..&lt;br /&gt;don't think too much.. lol&lt;br /&gt;well, let's see.. what to write ar? hmm i'm lost. =/&lt;br /&gt;che! when are u coming back? tell me a specific date k? =]&lt;br /&gt;jia you 4 Aked! we can do it! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-3189472969909390791?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3189472969909390791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=3189472969909390791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3189472969909390791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3189472969909390791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-so-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-8772526064440359975</id><published>2008-08-09T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:19:46.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gifts.</title><content type='html'>ahhh~&lt;br /&gt;when did i last updated?&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;went to Gurney today.. with Pei Ying and Ze Yin.. yes, to buy presents.. this month and starting of next month is when we all are BROKE. i am serious people.. and all close friends so...yeah...gifts..&lt;br /&gt;everyone likes gifts don't they? but do they actually know why people give them? and the importance of gifts? it is the time when u show appreciation to people you love, care for, concern, sharing their part of life with you because they too, love u.&lt;br /&gt;receiving and giving also meant, the quality. yes, i mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quality&lt;/span&gt;. let me get this straight.. no matter what form the gift it is in.. it is still from the one u care.. u love.. etc etc.. so no matter what the content is.. it's the heart that counts.. and the best gift in life a friend can give u is not, quantities, nor expensive gadgets nor cool stuff, blah or wrappers by professionals etc.. its the time they spend making it.. the time they spend choosing it.. the time they spend planning it.. the time they spend keeping money starving themselves, etc just to get u that gorgeous dream dress of yours or whatever stuff.. to those materialistic receivers, you might feel that this thing is darn cheap.. ntg worthful.. but do u think that everyone is as rich as you? have as much time as u? they have nothing better to do? they purposely spare that last probably 15 bucks just to get u a good book u love so much.. could they have spent on something they like.. i had this experience once.. well probably few times.. cant find the thing that i want to buy.. feeling so miserable going home.. i mean, i don't want to be sad.. know why? cos i cant get the thing my friend like so much.. and to see them happy, i will be happy too.. i love to see many many presents pile up together and having smiling faces on everyone's face lighten up with pretty pretty smile of theirs and go, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ___________! &lt;/span&gt;like that! a sound of joy.. appreciation.. love.. remembering that very special day.. and my dear loyal readers, be faithful.. be true to yourself and your friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.. i would like to get straight on something..i don't tell u things is maybe because i don't tell anyone at all? it's not that i don't trust u.. but do u tell me everything? do u, keep things from me? the answer is we both know.. so don't feel sad.. its nothing.. nobody here is not doubting ur trust.. everyone loves u.. i love u too my dear friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if things don't turn out the right way.. then find the right corner and U-turn again.. i'm sure it is not end of the world right? cheers! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;every happening is a gift in disguise&lt;3&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/7292303863584171080-8772526064440359975?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8772526064440359975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=8772526064440359975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/8772526064440359975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/8772526064440359975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/08/gifts.html' title='gifts.'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-2475691554874468407</id><published>2008-07-27T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T04:57:34.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;its already hurting doing this to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;why u still wanna chop me into pieces when u already stab my heart? can u let me even die in peace? now i am not in peace. i am in pieces. i fucking hate u god. where are u when i need u? i swear i want u to take me away. now!!! to god knows where but here! take me away!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-2475691554874468407?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2475691554874468407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=2475691554874468407' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2475691554874468407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2475691554874468407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-already-hurting-doing-this-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-5776379311221315844</id><published>2008-07-25T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:55:08.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;tagged by ze yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE WORD ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 1. Where is your cell phone?  pocket &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 2. Your significant other? trombonist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 3. Your hair? tied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 4. Your mother? tv-ing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 5. Your father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 6. Your favorite thing? handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 7. Your dream last night? errr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 8 Your favorite drink? water! =]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 9. Your dream/goal? happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 10. The room you’re in? living room&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 11. Your hobby? blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 12. Your fear? lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 13. Where do you want to be in 6 year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; hmmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 14. What you’re not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 15. Muffins? yep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 16. One of your wish list items? happiness!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 17. Where you grew up? penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 18. The last thing you did? texting&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 19. What are you wearing? clothes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 20. Favorite gadget? handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 21. Your pets? none&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 22. Your computer?  acer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 23. Your mood? down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 24. Missing someone? loads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 25. Your car? volkswagen! jkjk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 26. Something you’re not wearing? necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 27. Favorite store? anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 28. Like someone? =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 29. Your favorite color? green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 30. When is the last time you laughed?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; 31. Last time you cried? last night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i tag,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;happy doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-5776379311221315844?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5776379311221315844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=5776379311221315844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5776379311221315844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5776379311221315844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-by-ze-yin-one-word-answer-1.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-2992933953104748855</id><published>2008-07-23T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:37:58.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;current mood-tired of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;in-pei ying's hse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;feeling-gloomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;craving for-a more jovial me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;eager to-sleep and don't wake up and face reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;waiting for-a call from che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;currently-lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;need-love &amp;amp; money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;dislike-people don't do as what they said (even though i am like that sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;thank-my diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;hair-messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;head-ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;option-dead or alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;song-sentimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;instrument-piano/keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;gadgets-cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;food-chocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;color-grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;wear-his shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;understanding-everyone around. his mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;we're stuck. or is it only me? God knows..&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how things turn out to be like this. no doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;don't cry because it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;smile because it happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i have loved life, i shall have no sorrow to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect nothing, live frugally on life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good life is inspired by love and guided by knowledge&lt;br /&gt;[i sure hope i have the courage]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-2992933953104748855?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2992933953104748855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=2992933953104748855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2992933953104748855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2992933953104748855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/07/current-mood-tired-of-everything-in-pei.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-1667176207138048894</id><published>2008-07-06T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T05:54:28.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`believing you is like believing a bee.&lt;br /&gt;`yesterday was history, today is a gift, tomorrow is a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;`life is an echo of joy.&lt;br /&gt;`appreciate today, pray hard for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-1667176207138048894?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1667176207138048894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=1667176207138048894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/1667176207138048894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/1667176207138048894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/07/believing-you-is-like-believing-bee.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-6495929608894527892</id><published>2008-06-29T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:48:32.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ahhh.. it's been 10 days since i updated my blog.. what's up with me these days? sigh~ whatever it is, all i can say is, year 2008 is the worst year for me.. as far as i lived though. a lot of things happened.. i think i'd like to keep them unrevealed. i mean, no point of me pointing it out le.. it won't make differences anyway.. maybe things would be worse.. yeah, as how i'd expected it would be.. so, be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really tired le.. tired, exhausted of things and incident these days.. too much to write.. and lazy and no point of me doing it.&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;all i can do now is, go on my day like any other day.. be miserable.. keep quiet and be patient whenever something happened to me that can stab me to death.. i know i am crapping, again. gah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family: looks ok. but not very ok&lt;br /&gt;friends: looks ok but not ok&lt;br /&gt;love: complicated&lt;br /&gt;money: pokai&lt;br /&gt;studies: drain&lt;br /&gt;brain: tangled&lt;br /&gt;emotions: empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-6495929608894527892?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6495929608894527892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=6495929608894527892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6495929608894527892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6495929608894527892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-5102939673362871703</id><published>2008-06-19T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:59:35.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>yesterday i had fun. =] thanks to all my beloved friends for the presents u guys gave me... it's awesome man! i love all of it.. i seriously do.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;and the card.. =D i love it so so much.. thanks guys.. u guys always have wonderful surprises.. =]&lt;br /&gt;u people did made an effort brighten up my day.. and it turned out to be well..gah, can't write long already.. gotta go catch up with my work.. =] hugs.&lt;br /&gt;i try to post some pictures of it.. but, my phone's camera damn lag.. so, haha.. and i don't own a camera.. well, i'll see what i can do.. tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-5102939673362871703?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5102939673362871703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=5102939673362871703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5102939673362871703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5102939673362871703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-1247376585527664934</id><published>2008-06-15T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T06:56:35.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i need to be more realistic.. i need to be tougher.. God help! who else should i seek? i can't think of a single mortal! gosh i am so doomed.. i need to calm down for around half a year.. stay cool.. i am thinking positively.. but i am afraid to face it.. what if it's the wrong answer given ? what will i do? i could die i swear.. i am afraid.. to face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-1247376585527664934?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1247376585527664934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=1247376585527664934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/1247376585527664934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/1247376585527664934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-to-be-more-realistic.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-5143335032630021984</id><published>2008-06-14T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:33:30.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tag</title><content type='html'>6 things I'm passionate about&lt;br /&gt;-the&lt;br /&gt;-things&lt;br /&gt;-that&lt;br /&gt;-i&lt;br /&gt;-love&lt;br /&gt;-most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 things I say too often&lt;br /&gt;-i love u&lt;br /&gt;-shit la&lt;br /&gt;-oh fuck&lt;br /&gt;-omg really ar?&lt;br /&gt;-yes?&lt;br /&gt;-no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6books I've read recently&lt;br /&gt;-i&lt;br /&gt;-cant&lt;br /&gt;-remember&lt;br /&gt;-any&lt;br /&gt;-books&lt;br /&gt;-seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 things I learnt for the past year&lt;br /&gt;-just be yourself&lt;br /&gt;-tell the person u love, that u love them&lt;br /&gt;-show ur love!&lt;br /&gt;-don't give up hope&lt;br /&gt;-treat people nice if u want to be treated the same way.&lt;br /&gt;-be humble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tag..&lt;br /&gt;-phing&lt;br /&gt;-lyn&lt;br /&gt;-cyn&lt;br /&gt;-joalin&lt;br /&gt;-and&lt;br /&gt;-you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-5143335032630021984?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5143335032630021984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=5143335032630021984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5143335032630021984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5143335032630021984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/tag.html' title='tag'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-951569043879703296</id><published>2008-06-14T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:08:40.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>band comp 2008</title><content type='html'>went to the stadium today.. with jing,and her *ahem*, mei yen, su jen, guat phing and ken min.. he was there too.. =] he looks cuter and cuter every time i see him.,O.o haha~! pardon me.. =p&lt;br /&gt;the comp was awesome! jit sin got first as usual.. second was chung ling butterworth.. third was our school! SGGS! haha! happy! =p well, at least this year our school maintain right.. last year and this year got third placing.. hehehe.. will post the pictures soon.. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-951569043879703296?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/951569043879703296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=951569043879703296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/951569043879703296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/951569043879703296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/band-comp-2008.html' title='band comp 2008'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-2935392201785712368</id><published>2008-06-04T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:30:47.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be proud'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i felt so proud of myself today.. know why? 'cos... whole night I've been thinking.. hey girl, why should you make yourself so miserable huh? just because other girls talk to him and you're so sensitive over it.. you should be ashamed of yourself.. remember how u always say those chinese ed people being so self-centered and paranoid etc? and now u yourself being like this. tsk tsk... &amp;amp; &amp;amp; after much thoughts, I now am ok with it.. just some chit-chat only mer.. can't kill me right? =]&lt;br /&gt;some more it's his classmates and close friends.. so it's ok.. and some of them even have bf already.. ahhh~ I think too much sometimes.. hope that the changes I've made can give us hope.. =] nothing is impossible right? =] be like Jing, she's in cloud 9 already.. she can't seems to stop smiling.. =D&lt;br /&gt;good for her.. =] and be like Pei Ying, no worries.. hmm~ nope, or should i say be like Shannon? he said sometimes we ourselves make things complicated.. perhaps we should let some things be more, casual? basically, in short, don't think too much.. like I said, our brain is really something.. it can control your whole mind set about something.. so just relax.. don't pressure it too much sometimes.. =] I must learn to be less sensitive about things.. maybe if I have this thoughts much earlier, things wouldn't be like this......... sigh~ I tell myself, it's ok le.. now that I've realised it, it's never too late to change =] as the saying goes, better late than never right ? =]&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, I miss him terribly.. I really do.. and I don't see anything wrong with it.. so just be it.. I miss him.. =] I totally utterly miss him. =D so what? don't be afraid to say it out.. be proud to let people know.. I have feelings, u have feelings, so does everyone! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-2935392201785712368?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2935392201785712368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=2935392201785712368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2935392201785712368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2935392201785712368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-felt-so-proud-of-myself-today.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-5411726313062829502</id><published>2008-06-04T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:13:05.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;well.. kl wasn't that fun.. i regretted i went.. never mind de lar.. came back also already.. sigh~ felt so empty.. real miserable.. but why? i myself don't even know what the heck is wrong with me.. then how to help myself? i hate myself.. more and more each day.. damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-5411726313062829502?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5411726313062829502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=5411726313062829502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5411726313062829502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5411726313062829502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/well.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-2906501146240655560</id><published>2008-05-30T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:15:25.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>ahhh~ a post before i head off to KL. now is 8.40am. =] don't know why automatically wake up this morning.. and the time is only 7.30am. haha.. craze! never mind.. my body is just the same like the master.. unpredictable.. =]&lt;br /&gt;well.. i had a dream again.. hmm~ i am gonna keep it to myself this time.. i don't see any point of writing it down anyway.. hmmm~ how incredible.. our brain.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;gtg...see ya ppl~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-2906501146240655560?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2906501146240655560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=2906501146240655560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2906501146240655560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2906501146240655560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-3203696903596720899</id><published>2008-05-29T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T04:49:11.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;there's this carnival coming up called 'Bon Odori'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'm sure many of you have been to bon odori before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;so, i am selling the coupons. yes, this year, all food and beverages need coupons! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and how to get them? from me of course! leave me comments if u want yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;or call my hp if u have. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;here's the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;PENANG-BON ODORI CARNIVAL 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;DATE: SATURDAY 19TH JULY 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;TIME: 6.00PM TO 11.00PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;VENUE: ESPLANADE, PENANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;COUPONS: RM20 PER BOOK. [CAN SHARE WITH FRIENDS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;LEAVE COMMENTS IN MY COMMENTS BOX. THANKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7292303863584171080-3203696903596720899?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3203696903596720899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=3203696903596720899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3203696903596720899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3203696903596720899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/attention.html' title='ATTENTION!'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-2198362240250044766</id><published>2008-05-29T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T04:33:57.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>initiative</title><content type='html'>sometimes, people tend to have no guts to do something.. or express their feelings to someone.. whom they love for years.. et cetera.. well, why shouldn't they? i mean, it's no use keeping your feelings to yourself right? but there's still risk and circumstances to be reconsider.. not all confession will be successful though. but if u never try, u never know right?? that's the thing.. but sometimes u are not tough enough to face the challenge.. so what are we to do? we can't practically pleased everyone right?? and even if we do, we will only end up hurting ourselves unknowingly.. tell it to a trusted friend would help a lot. but some people prefer to keep it to themselves. so, it depends on the individual.. just how do we overcome the problem.. hmmm~ feelings are the things that we human cannot control. so it's really tough for everyone of us.. no matter what it is, we still need to face them and live like normal days.. sigh~ a moment ago, i was feeling down.. real down.. and we all know what is the thing or who is the one that can only cheer us up.. bring us back to life again, do we? but what if this is one of the things that can't be fulfilled? are we just gonna end up suiciding?? or or crying?? or what...? i don't know. do u?? what i know is, i am a negative thinking kind of person.. i would do stupid things at times. so it's no biggie for me to see these things.. and i had weird weird dreams.. and the dream that i dreamed has  something to do with the thing i am going through.. it's so cool right?? how powerful our mind is?? it can even control u when you're asleep! they just don't let u go.. then u ended up perspiring when you're awake due to the nightmare u just had. it's not a good feeling.. it is definitely not. out of a sudden i just want to go to some place calm.. away from this crazy place.. i just want to be alone.. for a moment.. but not forever.. i never wanna be alone forever.. it's scary.. just some time alone would be great.. free from this hectic place a bit.. unlike just now, i wasn't myself.. feeling so down, useless, stupid, pathetic, a burden to people around u.. et cetera.. but then again, when u are feeling like this, usually, people, would definitely think of negative thoughts about themselves, don't they?? but think again, there's another part of u hidden inside u can be real good.. real sweet.. real decent.. =] so, when u're at ur worst, think of the wonderful things about urself.. u can feel pretty good.. i know i am just good at saying things but real bad at doing it.. well, at least try. even if i can't, u people should try.. seriously.. don't be like me.. =] that's all for now i guess.. ----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-2198362240250044766?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2198362240250044766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=2198362240250044766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2198362240250044766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2198362240250044766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/initiative.html' title='initiative'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-2756240990071016119</id><published>2008-05-28T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:18:46.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;it's been a few days already since i updated my bloggie.. so where should i start?? erm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;oh yea! i went skating with I-lyn, Guat Phing, Eunice and Cynthia(supposingly) but Cynthia came real late! and then ended up four person skated only.. i was terribly hungry already so i stopped and went for breakfast in Chopper Board.. haha.. skating was Fun. hehe.. what else?? hmm~ nothing much happened already i guess.. not in the mood to blog.. lol.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-2756240990071016119?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2756240990071016119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=2756240990071016119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2756240990071016119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2756240990071016119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-few-days-already-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-4365266241624118737</id><published>2008-05-25T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:58.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures pictures pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlGTfCZa7I/AAAAAAAAADI/w2Slt2lHxOs/s1600-h/DSC04149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlGTfCZa7I/AAAAAAAAADI/w2Slt2lHxOs/s320/DSC04149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204268144966331314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlGTfCZa7I/AAAAAAAAADI/w2Slt2lHxOs/s1600-h/DSC04149.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.align.center.gif" alt="Align Center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I-Lyn emo-ing.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlGsfCZa8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Oy5u_qi9YF8/s1600-h/DSC04153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlGsfCZa8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Oy5u_qi9YF8/s320/DSC04153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204268574463060930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look at Ze.. *ngek ngek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlHE_CZa9I/AAAAAAAAADY/ydxMLCPVgcc/s1600-h/DSC04157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlHE_CZa9I/AAAAAAAAADY/ydxMLCPVgcc/s320/DSC04157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204268995369855954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;aww~ i like i like i loveee this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlHfvCZa-I/AAAAAAAAADg/3Iov5d3Iawo/s1600-h/DSC04158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlHfvCZa-I/AAAAAAAAADg/3Iov5d3Iawo/s320/DSC04158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204269454931356642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Pei Ying arranged this! xD she loveeee sausages.. tsk tsk~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlH__CZa_I/AAAAAAAAADo/M0nLilWCxEw/s1600-h/DSC04162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlH__CZa_I/AAAAAAAAADo/M0nLilWCxEw/s320/DSC04162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204270008982137842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;two psychos SS and love mr doggie.. lol.. ntg better to do..xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlIifCZbAI/AAAAAAAAADw/c5nk7IQY9MY/s1600-h/DSC04166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlIifCZbAI/AAAAAAAAADw/c5nk7IQY9MY/s320/DSC04166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204270601687624706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;top view..=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlI6_CZbBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uCKmZZswgPE/s1600-h/DSC04167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlI6_CZbBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uCKmZZswgPE/s320/DSC04167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204271022594419730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;bottom view..=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlJUvCZbCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q_kLBeqczac/s1600-h/DSC04170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlJUvCZbCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q_kLBeqczac/s320/DSC04170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204271464976051234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i wasn't ready for that shot. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlJvfCZbDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Q2etHKG1HlE/s1600-h/DSC04173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlJvfCZbDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Q2etHKG1HlE/s320/DSC04173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204271924537551922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I-Lyn's eyes are closed.. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlKNPCZbEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4QVhBIhdDwo/s1600-h/DSC04181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlKNPCZbEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4QVhBIhdDwo/s320/DSC04181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204272435638660162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;tired de.. wanna zzz de.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlKxfCZbFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xpFh-kMyIcE/s1600-h/DSC04186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlKxfCZbFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xpFh-kMyIcE/s320/DSC04186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204273058408918098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i know la u two love me.. but dun have to show it til like this ma.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlP7PCZbNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Fl3YcyNjglw/s1600-h/DSC04191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlP7PCZbNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Fl3YcyNjglw/s320/DSC04191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204278723470781650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;look at Ze Yin's eyes.. scary~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlMAfCZbHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8gkJtEVMC4U/s1600-h/DSC04192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlMAfCZbHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8gkJtEVMC4U/s320/DSC04192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204274415618583666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;aww~ nice shot eh? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlMhPCZbII/AAAAAAAAAEw/G_frJ4LBV_0/s1600-h/DSC04193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlMhPCZbII/AAAAAAAAAEw/G_frJ4LBV_0/s320/DSC04193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204274978259299458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;from Ze Yin's mom.. hehe.. thank u aunty! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlNPfCZbJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lv98TqYUp9g/s1600-h/DSC04196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlNPfCZbJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lv98TqYUp9g/s320/DSC04196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204275772828249234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;thick eyesbags.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlNpfCZbKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZhDewmNqTN8/s1600-h/P5240265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlNpfCZbKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZhDewmNqTN8/s320/P5240265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204276219504848034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;aww~ pretty isn't it?? ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlOTPCZbLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ux5jW_3h9jc/s1600-h/P5240266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlOTPCZbLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ux5jW_3h9jc/s320/P5240266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204276936764386482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i did made 3 wishes.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlPLvCZbMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_OV1_WIAL80/s1600-h/P5240275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlPLvCZbMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_OV1_WIAL80/s320/P5240275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204277907426995394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the photographer and me! i got a hole in my teeth.. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlQf_CZbOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/s_X11orkUYo/s1600-h/P5240292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlQf_CZbOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/s_X11orkUYo/s320/P5240292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204279354830974178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a warm group picture! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;pictures speak more than a thousand words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-4365266241624118737?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4365266241624118737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=4365266241624118737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/4365266241624118737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/4365266241624118737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-pictures-pictures.html' title='pictures pictures pictures!!'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SDlGTfCZa7I/AAAAAAAAADI/w2Slt2lHxOs/s72-c/DSC04149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-1211426115735814821</id><published>2008-05-25T03:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T03:40:04.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks you guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;24th of May 2008 has been one of the best day of my life~! thanks to mua beloved friends... x]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*lotsa hugss and kisses* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;they threw me a surprise advance birthday party! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;aren't they the sweetest thing?? ^^ haha~ i can't help praising these people.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;oh oh Ze Yin and Mei Yen took some pictures.. =] will ask them to send them to me soon so i can post them up for everyone to see.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;so who are the angels that attended?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;obviously myself (perasan-ing) =p and then my friends ; Carmen, I-Lyn, Mei Yen, Ze Yin, Pei Ying, Jing Min and Tze Ni! wait! plus the adorable Ah Kai.. hehe.. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;okay, it started with Pei Ying and I go to Ze Yin's house.. Carmen and I-lyn was there.. I-lyn was the earliest.. ^^ then, we started cooking.. the spaghetti was cooked already earlier.. so we cook the sauce.. i was cutting the onion and garlic.. hehe.. then Jing came.. after that was Tze Ni.. she came after tuition.. then Mei Yen came after her guitar lesson.. hehe.. then we started to eat spaghetti and drink mushroom soup.. while eating, we watched 'Seed Of Chucky' .. hehe.. everyone was so scared.. except for Jing and I-Lyn obviously.. they were like, off the lights! haha.. and Mei Yen screams her head off thanks to me scaring her.. lalala~ =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and then here's the fun bit, I-Lyn asked me to go and see something in Ze Yin's room.. she on the computer.. and then i wanted to transfer in some songs into my phone.. so i went in.. so we waited for the com to on.. and then somebody came in and say, come watch the second cd of seed and chucky! then i said, I-Lyn wants to show me something lar.. then she said, nvm lar later only show u.. so i went outside.. it was so dark.. O_O i was like, why off the light man.. then everyone shouted happy birthday and sang the birthday song.. and yeah.. hehe.. it was so touching.. ^^ then cut the cake, eat the cake and take pictures.. hehehe.. then one by one went off.. starting with Carmen, Mei Yen, Tze Ni, Jing, I-Lyn, Pei Ying and myself sleep over in Ze Yin's house.. hehe.. it was fun.. and to Cynthia, Guat Phing, Wei Yen and Kim Mei, it's okay ler u guys can't come..Cyn is cos of her aunty.. Guat Phing is her mom don't let.. Wei Yen is in KL for debate, and Kim Mei couldn't turn up.. there's still another time right? =] our everlasting friendship will lead us to more and more parties and etc etc.. and shopping! xD and skating! =p tomorrow.. hehehe.. my mom is gonna kill me le i go out so many times.. nvm la.. hehe.. and i am not sure of  tomorrow.. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and lastly, thank u all so much! love u all so much! and also, thanks to Ze Yin's mom! she gave me angpao.. so paiseh.. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;p/s : i was too touched til i forgotten to smash u people eh pretty pretty face with CAKES.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-1792774570552938710</id><published>2008-05-23T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:16:11.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Buckcherry-Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh I, Had alot to say&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking on my time away&lt;br /&gt;I missed you and things werent the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything inside, it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;and when i see you cry, it makes me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry im bad, im sorry im blue&lt;br /&gt;im sorry about all the things i said to you&lt;br /&gt;and i know i cant take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, i love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;and baby the way you make my world go round&lt;br /&gt;and i just wanted to say, Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, i think im to blame&lt;br /&gt;Its harder to get through the days&lt;br /&gt;We get older and blame turns to shame&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything inside, it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;and when i see you cry, It makes me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry im bad, im sorry im blue&lt;br /&gt;im sorry about all the things i said to you&lt;br /&gt;and i know i cant take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, i love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;and baby the way you make my world go round&lt;br /&gt;and i just wanted to say, Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day i think about how we came all this way&lt;br /&gt;the sleepless nights and the tears you cried&lt;br /&gt;Its never to late to make it right, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry im bad, im sorry im blue&lt;br /&gt;im sorry about all the things i said to you&lt;br /&gt;and i know i cant take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, i love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;and baby the way you make my world go round&lt;br /&gt;and i just wanted to say, Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sorry if u think i should apologize.. sincerely apologizing.. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-1792774570552938710?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-757364401830106265</id><published>2008-05-23T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:23:24.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gotong-royong</title><content type='html'>ahhh~ went to school to clean the school just now.. =( making my whole body so tired... nothing much happened today.. was kinda disappointed with something.. never mind that.. sigh~ my birthday is coming soon.. well.. not really.. what's my greatest wish of all? is everyONE to be happy ALWAYS! yes.. that's VERY VERY important. i don't want anymore tears and heart-breaking! enough! and i really really hope that i can see his precious smile =]&lt;br /&gt;one of the greatest gift too.. i wonder if he remembers my birthday.. though it's not very important..it's ok ler i guess.. he is having exams too.. so i think it will be okay.. and i wanna go shopping! xD i know, i am such a shopaholic.. what to do? girls ma! =p and and i am broke! =( some more gonna go skating with I-lyn, Cynthia, Guat Phing, Eunice and Tze ni! die laaa.. mom sure nag de.. =( never mind.. let her nag la.. hehe~&lt;br /&gt;oh yea~ tomorrow would be fun!!! hehe! a lot of people going to Ze's house.. so i bet it'll be really fun.. no more sad sad stuff.. =p my birthday wish is gonna achieve.. =p and and yea! forgotten about one.. no more wars and natural disaster man.. it's a real pain to hear about these kinda news k.. so please be thankful..=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-757364401830106265?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/757364401830106265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-3569374254238126312</id><published>2008-05-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:40:10.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;went for the wesak day progression just now.. i wasn't tired this year.. don't know why.. tonight i don't want to talk about peer.. so....... i know it's lame but i cried on wesak day.. =.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;never mind.. don't know why my tears automatically roll down my cheeks when i saw someone with someone.. lol.. i am talking nonsense again.. never mind. and i felt so invisible.. i feel like i am a little kid.. a sudden thought of myself not suit that special someone.. this is a terrible feeling.. ugh! why am i feeling like this? i hate myself seriously.. why am i being so sensitive? paranoid? emotional? bla bla bla~ and pei ying said i am not holy.. which is kinda true.. i was thinking of this question the whole time.. and my stupid brain go think that is it that someone is shy to introduce me to that someone's friends? something like that.. am i not good enough? what should i do? no wonder 360 degrees of my life is so dull.. frankly, a warm hug or a smile from a special someone can colour my dullest night. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i hate being too jealous sometimes..&lt;br /&gt; trying hard to change.. give me some time.&lt;br /&gt;...teardrops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7292303863584171080-3569374254238126312?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3569374254238126312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=3569374254238126312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3569374254238126312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3569374254238126312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/invisible.html' title='invisible'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-6309966332711385574</id><published>2008-05-15T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:59.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;the word 'you' can mean a lot.. in fact, every word to me means a lot.. i feel weird.. haha.. like some teacher said something about some word.. some words has very big meaning or something like that.. so someone's word or actions or pictures.. anything.. can seriously influence someone, hurt someone, cheer up some one~ et cetera et cetera... so use your words wisely.. think twice before shooting something.. think twice before doing something.. and even think twice before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; wasting something.. it's a sin to waste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i can't help thinking about and of you. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SCw64QnnppI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dnQZMiBf-QY/s1600-h/th_Quotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SCw64QnnppI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dnQZMiBf-QY/s320/th_Quotes.jpg" alt="" 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title='you'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SCw64QnnppI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dnQZMiBf-QY/s72-c/th_Quotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-6083506277273523640</id><published>2008-05-15T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:59.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>page 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appreciate&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nat and her friends had planned something really nice for her friend's birthday.. and tomorrow is the day! she can't wait for it.. she hopes her friend likes it.. as they had put a lot of effort in it.. =]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;but~ they are going to have a pot luck! and Nat doesn't know what she should bring for tomorrow.. =( ahhh~ never mind.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;there's always ups and down in our lives.. tomorrow would be an up she hopes.. =]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;the down side of her is, sadly, friends.. she is still in this fear.. it's like.. she's a volcano or something.. should she like, erupt it or swallow back the lava?? =.=' ignore me crapping.. but, one thing that made Nat sad is that, she's afraid.. know what is she afraid of....? she's afraid of Rainie.. Nat really treasure this friendship with Rainie.. but another thing is.. Rainie is like.. not being herself or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; something.. Nat herself is confused.. =( i am worry about Nat.. she's confused and scared and everything.. doesn't know what to do.. sigh-ness.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;another thing is, influence.. is Rainie influencing Phoebe and Carrie? Nat noticed that Phoebe seems to be a little different.. don't know how different.. she seriously don't know.. but then again, as i said.. she's really sad and afraid.. maybe she is too weak.. too weak to loose a friend. a valuable one.. the one she appreciate.. running away from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; reality is only temporary.. she needs to face it bravely.. so now, the only way is either sound out for her friend's own good, or, let it be the way it is.. and see how's everything.. she can sense something.. something will happen.. some thing~ BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SCwsLwnnpoI/AAAAAAAAACw/wRycjkmZcJ4/s1600-h/quotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SCwsLwnnpoI/AAAAAAAAACw/wRycjkmZcJ4/s320/quotes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200580250247341698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;page 2-appreciate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;being yourself is what makes u a powerful magnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;grasp whatever is in your hands tightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;don't cry because u loose it, smile because it happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;better late than sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;p.s- some quotes are self-made..=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-6083506277273523640?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6083506277273523640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=6083506277273523640' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6083506277273523640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/6083506277273523640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-2.html' title='page 2'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SCwsLwnnpoI/AAAAAAAAACw/wRycjkmZcJ4/s72-c/quotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-642255873755768188</id><published>2008-05-11T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:59.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>page 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;page 1~drama&lt;br /&gt;there's been a lot of drama going on here and there. no one is to be blame.. it's how everyone around want to take an actual day to speak out everything that is wrong.. could it be Natalie? well.. that's a question to be consider.. she knows if she does this, then she shall be the hatred one.. but who cares right?? Natalie doesn't give it a damn. know why? cos she's tired and sick of these whispering and eyes contact and etc etc~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;moreover, she knew that if she is to plan an outing, she knew that some of them wouldn't wanna go..plus, even if they go, one gang here and one gang there.. scattered everywhere.. that's for sure.. no doubt.. so what can she do to save everything?? she wants some advice that would hurt no one's feeling, won't mess up everything, and hopes someone she can count on face it with her as this is not easy.. help her! she is just like all of us.. a mortal with soul and emotions and a fragile heart.. would anyone care to leave a comment so that we can all help to save this win-win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; situation?? tell her what to do! she is helpless now.. the bricks in her walls behind her always supporting her is getting lesser and lesser day by day.. she almost tumble.. so can anyone please tell her if she should say everything out and tell her beloved friends that what is wrong with her or them? or both? don't keep anymore...!&lt;br /&gt;or should she keeps quiet and let everything go the way it's been always? she is confused.. oh yes she is.. u don't know.. u just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;page 1-friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ignorance is bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;action speaks louder than words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SCbmignnpnI/AAAAAAAAACo/3CYEd-Rswd0/s1600-h/best+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/642255873755768188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/inside.html' title='page 1'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SCbmignnpnI/AAAAAAAAACo/3CYEd-Rswd0/s72-c/best+friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-6478267974394319586</id><published>2008-05-04T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:59.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jerk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i felt so bad.. i am a real jerk. seriously.. i let go my anger on him.. its not really angry but.. sigh~ i don't know whats wrong with me.. and i told I-Lyn to help me.. =] thanks girl.. make sure you do it tomorrow.. heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;CHRISTINA A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;GUILERA-HURT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Seems like it was yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;When I saw your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;You told me how proud you were,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;But I walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;If only I knew what I know today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;I would hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;I would take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Thank you for all you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Forgive all your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;To hear your voice again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sometimes I wanna call you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;But I know you won't be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Some days I feel broke inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;But I won't admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;'Cause it's you I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;When it comes to this, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Would you tell me I was wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Would you help me understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Are you looking down upon me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Are you proud of who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;To have just one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;To look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;And see you looking back&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I've hurt myself, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;If I had just one more day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;I would tell you how much that I've missed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Since you've been away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ooh, it's dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;It's so out of line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;To try and turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I've hurt myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;By hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SB3Db9m587I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZJsU6DVJ0Wc/s1600-h/6a00d8345487a069e200e54f5c17b08833-800wi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SB3Db9m587I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZJsU6DVJ0Wc/s320/6a00d8345487a069e200e54f5c17b08833-800wi.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196524430217049010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; i fake a smile so he won't see.....&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/7292303863584171080-6478267974394319586?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6478267974394319586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=6478267974394319586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-6978639487472839291</id><published>2008-05-03T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:59.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unrevealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its is impossible for me to find someone like you again.. no matter what you think, but if i ever fall in love again, i swore the feeling wouldn't be the same like how i felt for you.. i typed a whole long post but due to some error its all gone.. ahhh.. stupid post.. never mind.. here's a short one.. i guess its ok too.. hmmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you smile, my world is lit again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SB1XP9m586I/AAAAAAAAACY/4G-mq3wgpMU/s1600-h/i_miss_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SB1XP9m586I/AAAAAAAAACY/4G-mq3wgpMU/s320/i_miss_you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196405476802818978" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7292303863584171080-6978639487472839291?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6978639487472839291/comments/default' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SB1XP9m586I/AAAAAAAAACY/4G-mq3wgpMU/s72-c/i_miss_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-4678749350599063602</id><published>2008-05-01T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:07:14.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>borderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;i cant believe i am actually watching movies when exams is like, four days time..? hmm~ i've been a bad girl i know.. =( this film called 'borderland' is really.. *speechless* its about this drug dealers who's  trying to smuggle drugs to the northern side.. he praised the Nganga(i think) and sacrifices people to pass the cops.. they'll be hallucinate; something like that.. and then smuggle the druge to the northern side.. this show takes place in Spain.. they chop off human body parts alive.. did i mention they even chop the head and they likes it even more if the poor guy shout??? this is ridiculous isn't it?? they need to be teach! they're born with this type of environment.. somebody has got to do something about it.. its real life story btw.. i felt so sick now.. tataz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i go, i'm crying again.. i know.. i should take whatever that is coming.. but i really can't take it.. i tried.. i really do.. when i opens and see it,there goes my tears.. . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-4678749350599063602?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4678749350599063602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=4678749350599063602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/4678749350599063602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/4678749350599063602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/borderland.html' title='borderland'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-5794822399315898341</id><published>2008-04-30T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T05:49:26.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exams.. =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yeahh.. exams are coming soonnn.. sad isn't it? how i wish it could end faster! =( and i still have reports to write, folios to do, homework to be done, etc.. this is a tough year for everyone i must agree.. seeing everyone's life is so hectic and down and complicated..everyday.. happy moments are just getting lesser and lesser.. sighness.. holidays.. faster comee.. but then again.. not much of fun also la i guess.. to me, holidays nowadays is something normal for me.. nothing to be happy about or excited about.. =( my brain's getting more and more confused nowadays.. he's tensed up too i know... that's why i am trying to avoid bothering him so much.. but will it affect anything between us? only God knows i guess.. sigh.. things don't always go the way we want them to be i guess.. if we're meant to be.. then whatever is happening now or whatever he is thinking now won't affect us.. =] just wished and prayed to God that he is blessed with great health and may happiness will always stay with him..bless my fellow friends too.. taking exams.. haihs.. not much time to study and i can still sit here and blog.. keng? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-afraid to loose u&lt;br /&gt;-wake up and face reality&lt;br /&gt;-don't be afraid and be strong&lt;br /&gt;-God bless all of you&lt;br /&gt;-felt so tired&lt;br /&gt;-need a long rest&lt;br /&gt;-need to get away from my life for a short while and clear my mind&lt;br /&gt;-need some air; suffocated&lt;br /&gt;-mind is all tangled up&lt;br /&gt;-you would be happy always&lt;br /&gt;-knowing what is on your mind&lt;br /&gt;-everyone would be happy&lt;br /&gt;-war stops&lt;br /&gt;-etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我爱你 xing ni bu yao li kai.. teng wo.. cos wo hui teng ni te.. =]   &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-5794822399315898341?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5794822399315898341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=5794822399315898341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5794822399315898341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5794822399315898341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/exams.html' title='exams.. =('/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-5697598275277928851</id><published>2008-04-23T03:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T03:50:34.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hyper! x p</title><content type='html'>today i felt like blogging.. its only 6.46pm and i am here sitting in front of the computer not getting my homework done but well, blogging.. haha.. i have so many things to say! lol. i felt i don't really blog about myself lately..well, practically not my problems or anything.. just that i don't want some people to feel hurt after reading my post.. but what is my main purpose of blogging?? is to get update with my life right? so why care what others' may think.. i don't backstab. if anybody do feel i do.. then go ahead and tell me.. i think i can take it.. =]&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. so fast.. another month passed..its gonna be the 25th again.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i know alerize.. u love it when i put &lt;3 right? xD &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 ^^&lt;br /&gt;i guess i will blog again tonight about my life more kua.. maybe next time.. see my mood ..=] chaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-5697598275277928851?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5697598275277928851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=5697598275277928851' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5697598275277928851'/><link rel='self' 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=]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SAoarMoXYmI/AAAAAAAAABY/4LXPXfUBevw/s1600-h/DSC04030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SAoarMoXYmI/AAAAAAAAABY/4LXPXfUBevw/s320/DSC04030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190990849925145186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the so called 'cool' picture! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SAobq8oXYnI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z_rXPGQX9AQ/s1600-h/DSC04047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SAobq8oXYnI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z_rXPGQX9AQ/s320/DSC04047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190991945141805682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me promoting pei ying's printer..haha! too sien de..=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SAocHcoXYoI/AAAAAAAAABo/krwjA9FsNw8/s1600-h/DSC04022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SAocHcoXYoI/AAAAAAAAABo/krwjA9FsNw8/s320/DSC04022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190992434768077442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is two of my best friends! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SAocbsoXYpI/AAAAAAAAABw/-SCeQiO-AEw/s1600-h/DSC04037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SAocbsoXYpI/AAAAAAAAABw/-SCeQiO-AEw/s320/DSC04037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190992782660428434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like this picture! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-5131269786413807493?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5131269786413807493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=5131269786413807493' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5131269786413807493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5131269786413807493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/sleepover-in-pei-yings-house_19.html' title='sleepover in pei ying&apos;s house!'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SAoarMoXYmI/AAAAAAAAABY/4LXPXfUBevw/s72-c/DSC04030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-2723894612074263696</id><published>2008-04-11T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:55:55.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[joy+excitement+hyperness]+ur words=souless</title><content type='html'>haha..i know it doesn't makes sense! =] i am going crazy.. yeahh.. i admit.. nevermind.. i really dont care about anything anymore.. i've had it with my life.. seriously.. some people are like 'uhhh' and still.. haihss... i know my post does not makes sense.. nevermind.. =.='&lt;br /&gt;i guess i will stop blogging for a period of time already. i mean, what's the point?? like it helps.. maybe for some of us.. but not all.. so back to my old lifestyle! everything keeps quiet and wah lah!~ nothing happened.. even better.. i tell out also didnt change anything in my life.. so no need la.. =] tragedies and drama and chaos and God knows what else is coming up for me.. i guess this month's horoscope is really true.. it says that i better prepared myself to face more and more stress that will somehow lead to depression.. nothing can stop it from coming.. so.. oh well.. guess thats all.. see ya'&lt;div 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words=souless'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-3401320623741247799</id><published>2008-04-08T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:06:51.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1. What are you craving now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2. What was the last movie you've watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;just like heaven.. i watched it again actually.. does that count? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3. If you were to be stranded on a desert island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;umm.. none.. cos, i wouldn't want them to be stranded with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4. What are you most happy with now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hmm~ i am luckier than 70% of the children around the globe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;to be...erm...i dunno... i think i'll want everyone to be happy.. its so sad seeing them sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;yeahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;7. Why are you wasting your time to do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;its because i find it interesting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;abo! life is short...so why must we be afraid.. its not a crime to love someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;9. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hmm~ helpful, kind and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;well, i wish i could be better.. for everyone.. and myself of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;11. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;haha. i hate liars, wanna-be's and also pretenders.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;12. What is your ambition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;to be.... i dont really know.. today i was asked by ze yin too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;13. If you have fault, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;depends on who i am finding faults with. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;most important?? well, dont have.. everything that i treasure are equally important! Family, Friends and happiness(him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;15. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;haha.. u think??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;16. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;erm.. she is EMO xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;17. What will you do when someone faints in front of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i would follow him/her and let other people worry about it. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;haha.. call the ambulance ler..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;18. What makes you different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i am no different from others actually.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;19. What am I eating now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;jellybeans.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;20. Why do I believe in fairy tales?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i believe in reality more.. fairy tales are sweet sometimes.. but it's not wrong to imagine at times..=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i would tag....erm....i duno...lol...anyone feels like doing it just go ahead..=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-3401320623741247799?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3401320623741247799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=3401320623741247799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3401320623741247799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3401320623741247799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/tag.html' title='tag'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-109906865314797599</id><published>2008-04-08T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:13:48.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: webdings;"&gt;hmm, yesterday i went to my new add maths tuition.. the sir is a really awesome teacher! i am glad i have such an awesome teacher.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: webdings;"&gt;one thing i hate about the tuition is......yeah, the girls from ***.. they're like super 'quiet'.. like they're outing or something.. =.='' terrible man.. but overall i guess it's ok.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: webdings;"&gt;today i-lyn and guat phing gave me a necklace.. they bought it for me from malacca..or KL.. i dunno..haha! but still, how thoughtful of them.. oh yea and ze yin bought me something too! nice.. and it's green..=p thank u so muchie! go on a trip and still think of me and got me something.. *sniff sniff* xD now i am exaggerating.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: webdings;"&gt;today i made a list of memorable things.. i scared that i can't remember them.. so i did.. =]] and i missed out some i reckon.. sure of it.. bad memories.. sigh~ must eat 'ginkgo' already.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: webdings;"&gt;i want to buy a book and record everything inside! and put in some pictures too.. will do it when i got go out lar.. hehe.. i wish i had a camera.. on my own.. =( so that i can take all the memorable places.. and great people i've met throughout my whole life.. and keeping it.. hmm.. soon... hehe..i hope.. =]]  and i think i must get a cdr-w and keep all my pictures inside.. or else later if my computer is taken to reformat, i am gonna break down and cry.. seriously... his computer already had it.. ze yin's also.. but luckily some of it she burnt them into 2cds earlier.. =]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: webdings;"&gt;hmm~ i guess that's all for now.. relationships between my friends and i are ok in the mean time.. i hope and pray that we will remain and perhaps gets better! =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: webdings;"&gt;mine and his is.....i dunno about it myself... &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-109906865314797599?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/109906865314797599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=109906865314797599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/109906865314797599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/109906865314797599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmm-yesterday-i-went-to-my-new-add.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-626469169138337821</id><published>2008-04-06T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T06:04:48.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doomed</title><content type='html'>dieeee......&lt;br /&gt;i didn't touch any of my homework.. kuai le me?? =]&lt;br /&gt;some more can online.. haha.. superb.. gonna go work like hell now.. =p&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving him more and more each day..=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-626469169138337821?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/626469169138337821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=626469169138337821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/626469169138337821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/626469169138337821'/><link rel='alternate' 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dad have to fetch us there.. will post some of the pictures soon.. it's with her.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;went to different different shops.. hehe.. most of the things i see there reminds me of 'us'.. haihs.. no matter where also can bring my mind to him.. its so.... i dunno.. i see stars bottle.. i see manga.. bleach.. extreme.. pig.. pooh.. tgi.. sushi.. bossini.. cinema.. god. is that almost everything? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;we walked everywhere.. fun fun! =] except the part where our feet hurts.. haha.. then in bus stop time piggy back pei ying.. *u are so light thats why..=p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;too tired to type de.. =( thats all for tonight.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Mariah Carey-Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't forget this evening&lt;br /&gt;Or your face as you were leaving&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's just the way the story goes&lt;br /&gt;You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't forget tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;When I had you there but then I let you go&lt;br /&gt;And now it's only fair that I should let you know&lt;br /&gt;What you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;if living is without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;if living is without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't give&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't forget this evening&lt;br /&gt;Nor your face as you were leaving&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's just the way the story goes&lt;br /&gt;You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;if living is without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;if living is without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;(No I cant live)&lt;br /&gt;(No I cant live)&lt;br /&gt;I cant live&lt;br /&gt;(No I cant live)&lt;br /&gt;(No I cant live)&lt;br /&gt;If living is without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;Can't live..&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-3176276977789191707?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3176276977789191707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=3176276977789191707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3176276977789191707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3176276977789191707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/queensbay-with-pei-ying.html' title='queensbay with pei ying!'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-1727019584357863618</id><published>2008-04-04T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:33:29.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unbreak my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Unbreak My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me in all this pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Don't leave me out in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Come back and bring back my smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Come and take these tears away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I need your arms to hold me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The nights are so unkind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Bring back those nights when I held you beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Un-break my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Say you'll love me again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Undo this hurt you caused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;When you walked out the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And walked out of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Un-cry these tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I cried so many nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Un-break my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;My heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Take back that sad word good-bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Bring back the joy to my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Don't leave me here with these tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Come and kiss this pain away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I can't forget the day you left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Time is so unkind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And life is so cruel without you here beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Un-break my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Say you'll love me again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Undo this hurt you caused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;When you walked out the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And walked out of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Un-cry these tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I cried so many nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Un-break my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;My heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Don't leave me in all this pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Don't leave me out in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Bring back the nights when I held you beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Un-break my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Say you'll love me again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Undo this hurt you caused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;When you walked out the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And walked out of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Un-cry this tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I cried so many, many nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Un-break my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Un-break my heart oh baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Come back and say you love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Un-break my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sweet darlin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Without you I just can't go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;can't go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;never change...don't think of me that way please..----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-1727019584357863618?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-7750937162925989754</id><published>2008-04-03T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:02:50.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>could things get worse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;well.. i hope things are getting better for everyone of us.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;why he act as if he doesn't even care about me? haihs.. most of the time message also he's like so pissed.. i think i should stop texting him.. maybe he's sick of me texting him everytime? i dunno already.. so confused about everything.. i wish someone could lecture me.. every principles of life that i should know.. not sitting here sighing and knowing exactly nothing.. i just wish that i could read people's mind.. seriously.. it's so hard to be someone else's friend. what does it takes to be a good friend? friend as in many ways.. friends 'friend' or family's friend.. or love friend.. ahh~ i don't think anyone would understand what am i talking about.. crapness*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;nevermind that.. all these while i've been trying so hard.. to be better.. but i guess.. i should have let him have more freedom ler.. *i know u are going to say i am making more assumptions* =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;hmmm~ lets see.. went to school today.. i-lyn, guat phing, ze yin and kim mei went to KL already.. and quite a number of students are absent.. so the class is kinda empty.. tomorrow gonna go to either gurney or queensbay with pei ying and cynthia.. as we are the 'kuai' ones staying in penang.. xD  and i am so gonna fail add maths again in my next test!! if i don't buckle up now.. i am doomed.. =( sad rightt?? i am so stupid! lol.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;some people just don't appreciate what they're having in their life ya know? for instance, parents whom are too controlling?? try to be in their shoes before saying it le k.. i mean, they care for us thats why they're concerning about us rightt. or else, why they even bother to care? too free ah you think? hell, no. there are even parents more strict than your own ones k.. so stop complaining and and all u freaking care is your THE ONE. hmm. i don't mean to say it's wrong u know? just that, dunno la.. how the heart feels and how the brain thinks of it. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;balance is the best.. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;14 days more to go..should i be happy? sad? nervous? scared? i have no idea.. maybe its a bad idea after all.. maybe he hopes that that day won't come? is he excited??? *no idea* assumptions.again. oh well.. tata`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-7750937162925989754?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7750937162925989754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=7750937162925989754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/7750937162925989754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/7750937162925989754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/could-things-get-worse.html' title='could things get worse?'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-3762764553412849597</id><published>2008-04-02T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:25:47.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Amazed-Trademark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Everytime our eyes meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This feeling inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Is almost more than I can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Baby when you touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can feel how much you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And it just blows me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I've never been this close to anyone or anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I can hear your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I can see your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know how you do what you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby I'm amazed by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The smell of your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The taste of your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The way you whisper in the dark (ooh yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Your hair all around me, baby you surround me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You touch everyplace in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh it feels like the first time everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna spend the whole night in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm amazed by you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know how you do what you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever and ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[Repeat]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Baby, I'm amazed by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's hard to forget someone u love.. yet u know u cant be with them.. why don't u pray? maybe some day she would change her mind le? dun sad de yea.. u know who u are.. =]&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be here for you no matter what.. and i don't hate u ..lolx    x]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-3762764553412849597?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3762764553412849597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=3762764553412849597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3762764553412849597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/3762764553412849597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/amazed-trademark-everytime-our-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-8906654275381095621</id><published>2008-04-02T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:12:42.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs!</title><content type='html'>yeahh.. today i am just gonna express my feelings out through these amazing songs.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bryan Adams-Please Forgive Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;still feels like our first night together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;feels like the first kiss and it's gettin' better baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;No one can better this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;still holdin' on, you're still the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;first time our eyes met -  the same feeling I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Only feels much stronger - I wanna love you longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;You still turn the fire on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So if you're feelin' lonely don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're the only one I ever want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I only wanna make it good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So if I love ya a little more than I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me - I know not what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me - I can't stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't deny me - this pain I'm going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me - if I need ya like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please believe me - every word I say is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me - I can't stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Still feels like our best times are together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Feels like the first touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;We're still gettin' closer baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can't get close enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm still holdin' on - you're still number one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I remember the smell of your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I remember everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I remember all your moves - I remember you yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I remember the night - you know I still do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So if you're feelin' lonely don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're the only one I ever want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I only wanna make it good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So if I love you a little more than I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me - I know not what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me - I can't stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't deny me - this pain I'm going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me - if I need ya like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh believe me - every word I say is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me - I can't stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;One thing I'm sure of - is the way we make love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;The one thing I depend on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is for us to stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;With every word and every breath I'm prayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's why I'm sayin'…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me - I know not what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me - I can't stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't deny me - this pain I'm going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me - if I need you like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Babe believe me-every word i say is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me - If I can´t stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Never leave me-I don't know what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please forgive me- I Can´t stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can't stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-8906654275381095621?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8906654275381095621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=8906654275381095621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/8906654275381095621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/8906654275381095621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/songs.html' title='songs!'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-7741005020306626144</id><published>2008-04-01T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:54:54.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>april fool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;yeah.. today is april fool.. not so fun also eh this year's april fool.. i didnt fool anyone i think.. see i am sooo angelic? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;in school, yeogeash did something to mr.lee and he almost gave her a 9 dimerits! just a very small incident nia.. okay, here goes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; yeogeash: sir, your shoelace is untied la sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; sir: *looked down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; yeogeash: april fool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; sir: i wasn't looking at my shoe, i was looking at the floor. =.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;so stupid right? haha.. and and.. we all thought yeogeash gave him the envelope! that one maybe la.. 9 dimerits only make sense.. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;this sunday went to 'cheng beng'.. the weather is so 'cold' man.. i wonder why people wanna follow the crowd all go at the same time till traffic jam.. and its not fun at all.. =( but what to do.. its good.. haha.. my uncle gave me angpao somemore k.. so its good.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i want to talk about this. though its real sensitive.. but oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;see, some people just don't get it u see.. they just think that whatever they're doing is right. well, different people have different points of view.. that i agree.. but sometimes, they would just judge things without even knowing the root to it. and sometimes people have a different point of view of 'backstabbing' too.. to me, its just, talking behind some one else's back without their knowledge and gang up with those whom hate them and fucking shooting that particular person with god knows what kinda usage of words used. sometimes people saying things behind some one else's back but it isnt call backstabbing.. well.. to me only maybe.. its like, maybe yeah saying bad things but its not practically didn't care for that person's feeling k.. its like, agreeing with someone else's that its a negative attitude for one to do so.. so people would just want that him/her to understand it and make it as a life lesson.. learn from it than just whooping around thinking negatively; he/she backstabbed me! oh i freaking hate that bitch! he/she is effin two-faced. something like that.. maybe this thing is sensitive thats why nobody is willing to speak out the truth. to that person they're talking about. it's not that easy k.. it might hurt one's feeling and this can leads to arguements.. like what i said earlier in my earlier post if u ever read. hmm~ worse still, arguements are still ok.. what if fights? and and here goes the 'i don't need a friend like u anymore!' that sort of thing.. yeah.. why am i saying this?? it's because i admit i might be a bad person doing it.. i admit.. so what?? like what the hell?? who doesn't? don't freakin' act as innocent and angelic as u are and then not thinking of how would other's feel when U say about that particular person?? come on.. feelings do tell.. if u don't like this feeling, then stop doing it to others. thats what i gotta say.. hope that its not too harsh nor offensive.. this doesn't mean i am hating those who do this to me.. i never hate these people.. its because, we're all humans.. we can't help feeling this way right?? so think about it. and i am saying because i care.. if not, why would i waste my time even bother talking about it?? caring for it?? i rather use my time go and do something else right?? like chit chatting..gossipping.. etc etc.. thats all i can say ler.. if u people still don't get it then u can come to me personally.. i won't offend u seriously.. someone has to do it somehow.. or as i say, it will lead to arguements, etc... and by that time, its too late.. but its never to late to be sorry.. anyways, i dont seems to bother so much now.. i am also used to it already.. i wonder why some people just like to act in front of other people just because u want to get attention; or or make that someone likes u.. its so damn unnatural.. but if thats the way u are then i cant shut up.. but its not.. people do change i know.. i guess i just need to get used to it and accept it as a part of life! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;today has been kinda bad.. and i salute myself for it.. haha! first time didn't message 'him' the whole day.. its really hard though but i want to see if he would even think to message me? its weird huh how things come and go sometimes.. when u have it, u don't care to say hi. but when u lose it.. its hard to say goodbye.. thats life.. haha.. so many principles in life man.. i am learning.. u are learning.. everyone is learning.. so its ok for us to make mistakes sometimes.. we just ought to learn from it.. and i am willing to forgive anyone now.. haha.. cause it seems like nothing to me ler.. unless u really do something that i cannot obviously forgive.. then its biggie.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;18th of april faster come! =] &lt;3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mariah Carey-I Still Believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I get emotional inside&lt;br /&gt;I know it's crazy&lt;br /&gt;But you still can touch my heart&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that I&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;But time melts into nothing&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;I still believe&lt;br /&gt;Someday you and me&lt;br /&gt;Will find ourselves in love again&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;Someday you and me&lt;br /&gt;Will find ourselves in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day of my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm filled with all the joy I could find&lt;br /&gt;You know that I&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the desperate type&lt;br /&gt;If theres one spark of hope&lt;br /&gt;Left in my grasp&lt;br /&gt;I'll be holding it with both hands&lt;br /&gt;It's worth the risk of burning&lt;br /&gt;To have a second chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;I still believe that we can be together&lt;br /&gt;If we believe that true love never has to end&lt;br /&gt;Then we must know that we will love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS (x2)&lt;br /&gt;I still believe&lt;br /&gt;Someday you and me&lt;br /&gt;Will find ourselves in love again&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;Someday you and me&lt;br /&gt;Will find ourselves in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and by the way ze, although i like emo rated songs, i am not as emo as u are! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-7741005020306626144?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7741005020306626144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=7741005020306626144' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/7741005020306626144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/7741005020306626144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fool.html' title='april fool!'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-2469290884216697707</id><published>2008-03-29T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:54:17.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this seriously gotta stop. or else my mind is gonna blow. yeahh.. i actually being a stalker! and i tried to stop stalking people.. but i just cant.. i told ze that i am one.. cause she said she is stalking people pulak.. but then, i cant help being one.. just too curious.. yet i wished i dint stalk in the first place.. seeing things that are hurtful and reading things that are hurtful is just so...........*speechless* sigh~ pictures do mean more than a thousand words.. its really true..i 100% agrees with it.. sometimes even words kills! plus pictures? like what the hell? haihs... nevermind that already. i've had it. sighness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened these few days.. i guess thats all for now.. reading people's blog can actually know that person more ya know.. its like, can know more things ler.. but sometimes not so clear.. at least better than not saying out mer.. its really suffering keeping everything inside.. please learn to say out.. maybe not to me.. but to anyone u feel like telling.. =]&lt;br /&gt;or or doing something that can release your tension k.. go outing and etc.. i see something earlier.. some words that kills.. and i dont even know that particular person.. weird eh? but that person wrote something that has gotta do with some person i care about.. haha.. humans.. oh well.. nothing already i guess.. tata for now.. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-212611635050530402</id><published>2008-03-27T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:22:20.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;babyface-everytime i close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Girl, it's been a long, long time comin', yes it has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I, I know that it's been worth the wait, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It feels like springtime in winter  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It feels like Christmas in June  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It feels like heaven has opened up its gates for me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Every time I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I thank the Lord that I've got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;And you've got me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;And every time I think of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I pinch myself 'cos I don't believe it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;That someone like you loves me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Girl, I think that you're truly somethin', yes you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;And you're every bit of a dream come true, yes you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;With you baby, it never rains and it's no wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sun always shines when I'm near you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's just a blessing that I have found somebody like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;To think of all the nights I've cried myself to sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You really ought to know how much you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's only right that you'll be in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Right here with me, oh baby, baby, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Chorus)&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/7292303863584171080-212611635050530402?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/212611635050530402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=212611635050530402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/212611635050530402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/212611635050530402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/babyface-everytime-i-close-my-eyes-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-5272124870464979665</id><published>2008-03-27T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:46:02.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its true my friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;yup. its true alright. ze yin  said something about communication.. the words spoken.. its very true.. i 100% agree with it.. people just don't realise it.. u know? its like.. somebody is saying about something and another person walked by and over heard the conversation and curious to know about it but then they're all like so secretive and act like nothing ever happened at all. damn. that hurts. and also, when someone is kinda down and all, someone else would just come by and say something which is really rude and didnt even think of that particular person's feelings.. u might hurt someone k.. why people just dont realise it? well, i dont blame those who dont. just saying whatever u want and dont care about other's feelings is like....poking a needle into their heart?? or worse still, stabbing it with a sharp knife... wont be so terrible kua.. hmmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;and and, when that someone just shout at u or being rude to u, u would definitely feel hurt right? no matter u're in a good mood or what.. but still.. caring for others means alot to them. especially when that person is somebody close to you.. or or u care for them alot and etc... i can cry right at that moment wan k.. but of course wouldnt la.. its so embarrassing! keeping inside and let it all out at night lo.. its the best way.. i obviously dont want my mom to find out about anything anymore.. but that time i really cant stand it anymore.. i got slapped and hit and everything.. it hurts too when someone u love doing this to u yet they dont understand what u are feeling deep inside but just knowing how to put all the blame on you and thinking that they are right and not thinking at ur point of view.. its so sad u know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;so some advice to people reading this, would u please think of other's feelings before saying something or doing something? be more thoughtful as they will repay the same to u.. god bless..=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;still waiting for his message.. he said he would message me after off-lining.. but still.. none.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its been an hour already.. its okay la.. maybe he is resting already? must think positive! ^^ i love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;some people said there are girls chasing after him. is that true?? but i have faith in him. he will stand a chance.. at least one.. i know u still care.. =] &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-nights-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-5272124870464979665?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5272124870464979665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=5272124870464979665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5272124870464979665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5272124870464979665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-true-my-friend.html' title='its true my friend.'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-4241597083675724827</id><published>2008-03-26T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:00:04.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>nowadays, i realise, ppl are having more and more problems.. i wonder why.. stupid demons.. gah..&lt;br /&gt;well.. my fren has her own problems too.. sometimes ppl dint wanna say things out is because we afraid that we might hurt someone else's feelings or its hard to sound out or its hard to explain to ppl.. so i hope ppl would understand this.. its not i dun trust anyone or anything ler.. its nothing secretive anyway.. hmm~ its real complicating ler..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night he remembered! was so so happy k.. if he's happy and healthy and smile always i would be too.. =]&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;well.. thats all i guess.. happpy birthday ariel! ^^ god bless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-4241597083675724827?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4241597083675724827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=4241597083675724827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lazier and lazier as days goes by.. i wonder why.. i must change this bad attitude already! would someone please threaten me?? oh god. this has gotta end if i wanna score well for my next exam.. and i pray to god that there's no more failing subjects for him.. i pray hard to you oh lord.. bless him.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;MPO is coming! but i aint going.. sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;so why must care wor.. haha! just now was telling cynthia how much i miss shopping! so we wanna go shopping this weekend when they're all in MPO.. hehe.. at least we're both doing smtg mer... and moral's folio due date is coming.. and also other assignments.. or shud i say.. work? xD nvm... lol.. and then.. what else?? nothing to say de ler.. and i'm glad i wished him already.. hehe.. and he remembered.. but no reply.. oh well.. time takes its toll right? so just gotta wait.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;still need to finish sejarah's latihan.. tmr she wanna see it.. hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;-nights-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-2871243431132410440?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2871243431132410440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=2871243431132410440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/2871243431132410440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and decided to sit beside gurney plaza.. hehe.. so early.. thats why the stalls not yet open.. but theres a group of aunties and uncles dancing! yeah. dancing.. lol.. they were awesome i tell you. they can actually remember every single step in just a few tries.. hehe.. cool huh? and they're doing 'line dancing'.. =] we all were so amazed by them so we stood up and dance with them too! haha! keng ler.. but then luckily not much people were there le.. =p or else paiseh ka beh si.. cause dunno how the step is.. hehe.. then around 9.30am they finished de.. then they walked towards out direction and donated some money to our tins! hahaha! so kind la.. then they say that we are VERY patient to sit and wait for their dance to finish. guess what? we didn't wait for them k.. we're just tired so we sat there.. and they were like, 'oh really?? so this is a bonus for u girls la is it?' haha! and we said, yeah! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;so fun la.. then theres this uncle came and chat with us.. he is so friendly.. and we chatted for half an hour.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;around ten gurney plaza finally open the door.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;so we went in to find food! xD we were all so hungry k.. so we walked around wandering.. dunno what to eat yet.. hehe.. so we all decided to go up to chopper board since not all shops are opened yet. before getting up to the 4th floor, we all went to pdi for awhile.. it was my idea again.. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;then went to eat.. hehe.. i ordered gong poh chicken rice and forgotten my teeth cannot chew.. ==' so of course la.. i finished the slowest.. haha.. jing, cyn and phing ate ice-cream and black pepper chicken rice.. pei ying didn't eat.. so i force her to share with me.. haha! pei ying u are way thinner than me! remember the nurse said u're UNDER  weight?? xD (so eat more!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;let me see.. then we all wanna buy the same rubber band for our hair.. so we went to maggie T. and yeah end up didn't buy.. cause of me also.. =( then went to bella.. my idea again.. and saw his sister! she is so pretty! serious. =] she saw that i was peeping at her i think.. dunno la.. then we went down.. look around.. and pei ying went back de.. so left me, phing, cyn and jing lo.. walk walk then me and jing went back de.. go to HQ and give back the tin.. then later she went back.. leave me there alone.. then phing and cyn came pulak.. ken min fetch them to HQ from gurney.. so ma follow his car lo.. he fetched me to tuition.. then at night was suppose to go to Ignite.. due to some reasons, i didn't go.. so ma stay in my gramma's house lo.. then suddenly had high fever! felt so uncomfortable and weak.. how i wish he was by my side that time.. nevermind ler.. at least he showed he care.. and that very same day, he called me by my name TWICE. yeah, twice.. i felt so sad.. i dunno why.. but i do! first time was when i called him sobbing.. but kept quiet.. silently sobbing.. then later on is through message.. wonder what is wrong with me.. hmmm~ well.. forget it anyway.. went to the doctor.. after my gramma consoled my mom to bring me.. or else she said aiya no need la.. what kind of mother is this la? then went to check.. doctor says its kinda serious ler.. bee stung k.. 101 degrees he said.. my fever.. i think.. hmmm~ then finger swollen till now.. then gotta eat 4 medicine! eww~ haihs.. then put some sort of cream on my finger.. then went to bed.. hmmm~ still couldn't sleep after eating the medicine.. wonder why.. oh well.. i guess thats all for today.. 2days to go.. hmmm~ night night people! have a sweet dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-people says that loving someone is more suffering than being loved by someone [but i feel that vice versa is always the best..praying hard..&lt;3-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-5876802450263401120?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5876802450263401120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=5876802450263401120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/5876802450263401120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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love u so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i cant lose u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so sorry for everything i've done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i know its too late..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i didnt know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;how to tell u how i feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;how to tell u that i was so sorry about what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;all i want to say is, i still love u alot.. and u know that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-292091623136717610?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-5783039747867352482</id><published>2008-03-20T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T05:59:43.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;so, he went with C. ok la then.. sometimes felt so stupid.. why go think so much? tsk tsk.. but still.. right.. hmm.. my god i miss him like hell.. =p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-5783039747867352482?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-4192143355533282163</id><published>2008-03-20T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T05:47:17.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;right. i want to be in qb now.. haha.. due to some reasons.. but a apart of me is afraid to even be there.. what if i see him? what if he sees me? what am i gonna do? must i go alone? or with someone else? a guy? a girl? what if i see something i dun wanna see? will that be worse? i dunno why.. all the pictures are deleted. what did i do wrong again? or i didn't do a single thing?? my life.. full with question marks.. hmm.. i kept wondering~&lt;br /&gt;what can i do babe?? are u mad? by not replying ?? i cant help it.. sorry for saying that.. saying something u duwan to hear? or u want to hear? or u have no more feelings?? do u still care?? i'm going mad seriously.. i can't help being curious! thats me.. lalala~ but then, i think again.. is this the reason that make our ending today?? like this? maybe huh? so..i'm just gonna give him the space he should have.. i can't practically tying him right.. haha.. so be it. oh no, homework unfinished. DEAD..&lt;br /&gt;hmm~ guess thats all for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-5 more days. do u remember?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7292303863584171080-4192143355533282163?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4192143355533282163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=4192143355533282163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/4192143355533282163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/4192143355533282163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-another-day-in.html' title='just another day in.'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-8421548599902705085</id><published>2008-03-19T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:08:01.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dentist~ argh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;well well.. hmmm~ today is such a painful day for me.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;went to dentist appointment le.. tighten my braces today.. it was awfully painful.. ergh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;some more my teeth grows! xD wisdom tooth people says.. oh well.. guess i'm old de.. hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and after that i went back home.. straight away go to sleep to endure the pain.. while i was asleep, KH missed call me pulak..=.=' then i woke up.. it was 6.53pm already! and i have tuition at 7pm! hmm! then was rushing like hell.. xD then i was so late and when i reached time sir was like.. ha.. late de.. hehe.. xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and yea, at school today.. nothing much happened.. i-lyn's dad birthday today.. so she made him a planner.. and have lots of pictures.. it was pretty nice.. she so free la.. hehe.. if my dad's birthday i wont go make such things de lo.. as if la he will appreciate.. hmm.. and after dentist appointment, my mom fetch me back.. couldn't eat.. so go home lo.. on the way home, pass alot of place.. reminds me of him.. pass the church he used to go to.. he told me before beside ymca there.. hehe.. dunno correct anot.. and etc.. i missed him so much.. more and more each day perhaps.. 6 more days to go~ hmmm~ so fast eh? so fast yet so slow.. so near yet so far.. distance doesn't exist in love anyway.. oh god.. what can i do?? to make him understand?? i want to let him know.. how sorry i was.. how much i want us to have a chance.. i guess he knew.. just that now is not the time yet.. but i will be patient.. as love is kind and patient.. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll give my all, tonight..&lt;br /&gt;to have one kiss with u..&lt;br /&gt;i'd risk my life..&lt;br /&gt;to feel.. your body next to mine..&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant go on..&lt;br /&gt;living in the memory of our song&lt;br /&gt;i'd give my all&lt;br /&gt;for your love tonight.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby can you feel me&lt;br /&gt;imagining i'm looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i can see you clearly&lt;br /&gt;vividly emblazoned in my mind&lt;br /&gt;and yet you're so far&lt;br /&gt;like a distant star&lt;br /&gt;i'm wishing on tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-i miss u &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&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/7292303863584171080-8421548599902705085?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8421548599902705085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=8421548599902705085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/8421548599902705085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/8421548599902705085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/dentist-argh.html' title='dentist~ argh!'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292303863584171080.post-26795980442512770</id><published>2008-03-18T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:09:11.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first life story! xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, this is it i guess.. the blog of mine that can be viewed by people! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ahh~ so many things to say.. but where to start?? hmmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;start with school today.. hehe.. during moral, we learned about 'kasih sayang' le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cool right? i mean, our teacher ask, what is the difference between 'cinta' and 'sayang' ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i know what is the difference but how to explain it? hmmm~&lt;br /&gt;then my thoughts was changed from the question marks to him. yes. him. u guys that dunno me that well must be curious who is him anyway? he is a very special person to me.. though i knew him for less than a year, but he means alot to me.. i guess i must be more understanding, more mature, tolerate more, be more patient etc.. i dint know i was THAT bad till 'hole' told me.. another mysterious person eh? xD&lt;br /&gt;i felt so guilty thinking of the way i treated him.. i want to turn back the clock.. and wish i appreciate him more back then.. but.. do i have a chance?? i don't want to bother him now.. so i guess i will only talk about it to him after his major exam.. so now i wish him all the best.. and pray for him every night.. thats the least i could do.. i wish he knew.. how i feel for him still.. no change in me.. hmmm~ i wrote a little something earlier.. it might be bad but.....oh well... i'm just gonna typed it out.. x]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;as time pass away,&lt;br /&gt;Is our love fading away?&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask IF it's fading away,&lt;br /&gt;Cause my answer would definitely be NO WAY..&lt;br /&gt;Now what I can do is to only pray&lt;br /&gt;Pray and ask God for the upcoming day&lt;br /&gt;Dear, please let my dream come true..&lt;br /&gt;As you're the only one could make it come true..&lt;br /&gt;As I will wait for the upcoming day! x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if tomorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;Will u be by my side??&lt;br /&gt;You said when you're about to die,&lt;br /&gt;You hoped that I am the one holding your hand and dies..&lt;br /&gt;What if I never get to see you again?&lt;br /&gt;Would you come by and say your goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you just walk away without looking back?&lt;br /&gt;Would u come see me if I'm sick?&lt;br /&gt;If yes, I would never wanna recover..&lt;br /&gt;Would you call up when I need you?&lt;br /&gt;If yes, I would hold onto my phone 24/7&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my life without you..&lt;br /&gt;All I want to say is, i miss you babe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;how was it how was it?? xD&lt;br /&gt;i seriously missed him.. i regretted for all that I've done.. so now hoped that everything would be okay after his exam.. i wish he knew.. i changed alot de.. after all this.. i really do.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;today, in school.. she did it again! hurt my feelings abit.. i wonder why some people just would change just because to please their best friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i am not being specific here k.. just that i want to sound out how i feel.. sigh~ forget about that.. really sensitive issue here! heh.&lt;br /&gt;i truly appreciate all my friends around.. no matter what wrong they've done.. or i've done.. we'll always learn to forgive and forget.. that is what i am so glad about us.. although we arent like one whole big gang anymore.. we still communicate well.. still strong with it.. just sometimes maybe some of us will feel left out or abandoned or something.. i feel bad for some of my friends whom felt it.. although they dint say it out, i can obviously see it through their expressions.. and maybe the other friend doing the wrong thing but they just dont realise it.. its okay though.. cause we always forgive and forget.. x]&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when we feel like saying it out to them, we dunno how to sound out.. and even if we do.. both parties would be sad.. or even worse, leads to arguements! this is what i am afraid of most.. and then.. everyone would stop talking to each other de.. this is SAD..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haihs..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's another lousy poem.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;u might kick me in the ass&lt;br /&gt;u might slap me on the face&lt;br /&gt;u might shout til i cry&lt;br /&gt;u might shoot me with your words&lt;br /&gt;u might curse me to your heart&lt;br /&gt;u might abandoned me all alone&lt;br /&gt;u might ignore all my concern&lt;br /&gt;u might be rude to me&lt;br /&gt;u might even make me cry&lt;br /&gt;u might blame me for certain matter&lt;br /&gt;u might not care about me&lt;br /&gt;u might never even call when you're far&lt;br /&gt;u might messed up my most important date&lt;br /&gt;u might hurt my feelings&lt;br /&gt;u might backstabb me&lt;br /&gt;u might hate me tonight&lt;br /&gt;u might forget me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;no matter what it is&lt;br /&gt;let's just learn to forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;or we all may live with regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love u all my dear friends! x]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292303863584171080-26795980442512770?l=june-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/26795980442512770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7292303863584171080&amp;postID=26795980442512770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/26795980442512770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292303863584171080/posts/default/26795980442512770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://june-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-life-story-xd.html' title='my first life story! xD'/><author><name>june</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222099359022326960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSvCUvQjAI8/SynRIvyaq9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/L5pckR5uusw/S220/june.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
