<?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-4690230376379545466</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:39:51.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KITTEH</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-5631622128883039464</id><published>2009-12-29T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:52:12.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God. School's starting soon. And I have to pick up my report card. I'm sure I'll fail in most subjects like Maths, Science, BM, KH, GEO and definitely SEJARAH. Help. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. Take my advice. I know this better than you do. Don't lie. Save your breath and all those time you're gonna take to think on what to say next and build up your bad karma. Trust me on this. What goes around comes around. You'll still regret in the end. And it's always like that. I've been through it. You'll manage to get away with it at first. But, you'll pay for what you've done in the end. Cause and effect. Gosh. 2009 was hell of a year. In just one year, I've failed so badly. I've failed myself, my friends and everything. It feels like I've gone around in a year period collecting and producing bad karma. And now I have to pay for my bad deeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-5631622128883039464?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/5631622128883039464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/12/god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/5631622128883039464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/5631622128883039464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/12/god.html' title=''/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-2870911647875293960</id><published>2009-12-29T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:41:00.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I turned around but you weren't there.</title><content type='html'>*sigh* Time flies.. Time flies too fast. And I can go back. And that sucks. 2009 was the year of... i don't know. I don't even know I'm talking about. I don't get myself no more. It isn't crap, yet I don't get what I'm talking about. It's like I'm typing out sentences and then later I say I don't get it either just to get out of something. Not that I want to, but it seems like my path is blurr. Like I feel so lost. So afraid. I might sound like a freaky weirdo and some of you might think I'm just plain crazy and have been thinking too much or I'm just weird or you just think I don't make sense and I'm wasting your time and I'm getting annoying and you get pissed. And then you're malas to layan me. I'm sorry if I'm such a burden to you. I know I just get so emotional at times and I'm not PMS-ing. It's just that everything single thing you say, everything that you do. All your simple acts, your movements, your reply, the way you talk, it affects me. It has been rough lately. Like nothing's going the right way. Like this is a row. I want to mend it but I just don't know how. I'm confused myself. I don't know how to feel. So, how am I supposed to tell you? I hope you'll wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-2870911647875293960?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/2870911647875293960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-turned-around-but-you-werent-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/2870911647875293960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/2870911647875293960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-turned-around-but-you-werent-there.html' title='I turned around but you weren&apos;t there.'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-2187489638309036962</id><published>2009-12-09T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:54:07.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't this so cute too??! *another elated face*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOJuYF_M8Rw/Sx9lnlIKWbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HCORIIBuqTo/s1600-h/kittteh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOJuYF_M8Rw/Sx9lnlIKWbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HCORIIBuqTo/s320/kittteh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4690230376379545466-2187489638309036962?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/2187489638309036962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/12/aint-this-so-cute-too-another-elated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/2187489638309036962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/2187489638309036962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/12/aint-this-so-cute-too-another-elated.html' title='Ain&apos;t this so cute too??! *another elated face*'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOJuYF_M8Rw/Sx9lnlIKWbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HCORIIBuqTo/s72-c/kittteh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-6422102190053907147</id><published>2009-12-09T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:53:08.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't this so cute??!!! *elated face*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOJuYF_M8Rw/Sx9lZZ6HDbI/AAAAAAAAABI/EDBfqCGSTGw/s1600-h/kitteh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOJuYF_M8Rw/Sx9lZZ6HDbI/AAAAAAAAABI/EDBfqCGSTGw/s320/kitteh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4690230376379545466-6422102190053907147?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/6422102190053907147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/12/aint-this-so-cute-elated-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/6422102190053907147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/6422102190053907147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/12/aint-this-so-cute-elated-face.html' title='Ain&apos;t this so cute??!!! *elated face*'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOJuYF_M8Rw/Sx9lZZ6HDbI/AAAAAAAAABI/EDBfqCGSTGw/s72-c/kitteh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-6859527653730285253</id><published>2009-12-09T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:38:57.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey you you!</title><content type='html'>Oh Mi Gah. I went for swhimang with Ashley and Shazza todayy.. Yay! We were sunbathing under the sun by the pool today. It was about 9 to 10 something in the morning. And the sun was HAWT. And we were baked. I think im going for swhimang again tomorrow. Hehe. I wanna push Shazza down. Mwahahaha. You know, no one reads my blog and I know that. But anyway this blog is just for my personal pleasure and obviously I'm exposing my privacy and yeah I do not like exposing my daily life basis on the internet. Kay.. Maybe not daily life. I haven't blog in such a long time. And I got addicted to this new song called Do Better by Say Anything. It's AWESOME. Lovin it, embracing it, feelin it. Ooh hair on Ashley's keyboard. I wonder whose hair is it. *wonders* Miracles happen everyday. O.o We're supposed to do maths and science homework but we're just too lazy. Lalala~ Maika Maile is so hot. He's like so hot. Like so so friggin hot. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-6859527653730285253?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/6859527653730285253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-hey-you-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/6859527653730285253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/6859527653730285253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-hey-you-you.html' title='Hey hey you you!'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-5580616333185869704</id><published>2009-11-25T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:03:56.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for so so so so so so so so so *shall exagerate more* right how do you even spell that word... BY THE WAY I GREW DARKER! yay! swimming with shazza. i thought her how to dive and now she can dive. except her leg is most of the time terkangkang,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-5580616333185869704?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/5580616333185869704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/heyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/5580616333185869704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/5580616333185869704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/heyyyyy.html' title='Heyyyyy'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-7242716565184151537</id><published>2009-11-11T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:58:17.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like whoa.</title><content type='html'>God, my ex-classmate called to my house phone just now. And that, THAT surprised me. Cause I thought he might have forgotten me or something. But he called, TO THE HOUSE. It's so weird cause no one calls to the house anymore. Anyway, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: Hey Sandra. Remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinks hard* Umm... Err.. Lemme think.. *silences* Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: You cannot remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: Vethian.. Vethian.. Vethian.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *in heart thinks, "OMG. VETHIAN. OMG," and is speechless*&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: You cannot remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Repeat your name again.&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: Vethian.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow.. Omg.. Vethian.. Where did you get my number from?&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: Err.. this thing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Biodata?&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: Yeah biodata.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convo starts and I forgot what was it. and suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: Ehh did Julianne go to school today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err. I don't study in Acmar anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: You don't? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cause my mom doesn't like Acmar?&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: I see. Where do you study now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: SMK Bukit Jelutong.&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: Bukit Jelutong? You live there?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No I study there, not live there.&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: I live there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT? WHERE? WHICH JALAN?&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;Me: You live there and you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: I'm not so good with the roads yet. Just moved in.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Still, you live there and you don't even know which jalan.&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: I've not moved in yet la. Just bought the house.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *pulls this face, =.="* I see. &lt;br /&gt;Vethian: Do you have Preveena's number?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. *gives her number*&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: Kay thanks. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: Kay I uhh.. *mumbles something that sounded like love or something* Bye&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh *is baffled* Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Vethian: Nice talking to you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's was something like that. And we talked for about 2 minutes 45 seconds or so.. And my mom baked cupcakes again. I purposely sprinkled and added more almonds into it! Yay! And ashley watched 2012 already.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; T_T&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And she said it was so awesome. And I'm so jealous. So jealous. I'm dying to go out with audrey ashley and rachel. SO BAD.... And I hate sejarah. I think I got 48%. And my Geo, AI don't even wanna think about it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-7242716565184151537?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/7242716565184151537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-whoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/7242716565184151537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/7242716565184151537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-whoa.html' title='Like whoa.'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-5938962451597590182</id><published>2009-11-10T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:12:06.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the fck is her problem?! What the fck?! My mother just told me that I'm the most dull and boring person she has ever met in her whole life and in the whole world and all those shit while I was 'enjoying' my oh-so-cold dinner just 15 minutes ago. What the fck. I mean does she even know me?! I wouldn't say that I'm the most active person you've ever met. But at least I don't act like the living dead that stares at you and never say anything and is boring. What the fck. I know we live under the same roof and she's my mother and she knows some of my favourite food and some stuff here and there. But that doesn't mean she knows me COMPLETELY. So fuck off. I'm so mad right now, I could wreck this whole house. There was once I was talking to Afdzal, he had some issues and I wanted to just comfort him, she thought we were a couple. And she told the maids about it. What the fuck is her problem?! He's just a friend! What the fuck. I was just talking to him and she said we had something. Fuck. I found out when both the maids asked me ada boyfriend x. And I was like x de. And then one of them said oh ye ke? Boyfriend bukan afdzal? And I was like WTF. WTF. WTF. WTF. WTF. WTF. WTF. I wanna break her neck so bad. The last time I had a boyfriend, she told the whole world about it. I mean SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH WOULD YA? Most of my aunts and uncles came up to me and said, don't have boyfriend now.. not good.. later affect your studies. And I was wtf man. Wtf. She checked all my messages, EVERY SINGLE ONE. So that's why I now delete my texts once I've read them. And each time I receive a text, she'll just keep asking from who? I'll just reply some girls name. Just so that she'll shut her fcking big mouth. And each time my aunt said I've gained some weight, she'll go all YOU ARE SO &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FAT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SO DAMN FAT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SO SO SO SO DAMN DAMN FAT. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And she wouldn't even care how I feel or whatsoever. And there was once she said to be you are so damn stupid. The most stupid and idiotic bloody bastard I've ever met. I wish I never had gave birth to you. And she added, I would vomit blood if I ever see you again and die the very next day. WTF?! And there was once she kicked me out from the house just because I threw up on the floor, I was sick and the medicine was so horrible. She took out some of my clothes and threw them outside. And there was once she slapped right across the cheek. Like so many times actually. And there was once she threw my books out from the balcony and told me not be stupid and sweep roads when I grew up, There was once she canned me so hard, the marks were left on my hands and legs for so long. And it all started since I was in year 3. All these hatred and stuff. They are so stupid, I wish I can throw them all away, but how? And for you reader, if you wanna lecture me on how to appreciate my mother right now, just shut your mouth. I might hate you for life and never speak to you. Just imagine what if your mother did all that to you. They are many more, just that I don't wanna tell..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-5938962451597590182?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/5938962451597590182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-fck-is-her-problem-what-fck-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/5938962451597590182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/5938962451597590182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-fck-is-her-problem-what-fck-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-9110562267788965711</id><published>2009-11-09T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:51:56.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeeeee... Yeah right.. Weee.   *frowns*</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeee............. Exam's &lt;i&gt;finabally &lt;/i&gt;over &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;darlings &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;honey pies&lt;/span&gt;! Yayyyyy! But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked from school filled with regret today. I regretted for not studying harder. I regretted for not doing the right thing. I regretted for not paying attention in class. I regretted for not fulfilling my dream. I have a feeling that I might not get any As for this final term examination.&amp;nbsp; *sigh*&amp;nbsp; Will somebody please come save me from all these? Please?&amp;nbsp; *sigh*&amp;nbsp; I walked out from the school gates today filled with loneliness.. I don't know why but I just feel that way. Like something's missing. Like someone's not there with me. Like something was stolen. Like someone went away. As I hear those elated screams and voices, my heart just hurt even more. I think to myself, can I ever turn back time? Can I ever go back and save everything I've done? Or should I just live on this way? I look away and found my mom at the school gate, awaiting my presence. I think back about what she told me the night before. She said I was useless and stupid. i hurt me just to look at her. Like I mean nothing. How could she said that. Whatever. My pace started to grow faster. She said nothing, neither did I. I got into the car, still we said nothing. I turned the radio on. Music and noise filled the quiet, dry air. Like no one's around me. Feel like I'm all alone. Yeah right, my life's perfect. So &lt;i&gt;damn &lt;/i&gt;perfect. I remembered the second I started living this year. I thought it was gonna turn out wonderful. Little did I know, everything I had broke apart. Time passed so fast. Everything twirl and spin around me too fast. Too fast, I couldn't catch up and lost myself. Sometimes I wonder... Am I doing the right thing? Am I forgetting something? Is she forgetting me? Where am I? Where are we? What happened? What am I supposed to do? I don't know. I'm so lost right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-9110562267788965711?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/9110562267788965711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/weeeeeeeeee-yeah-right-weee-frowns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/9110562267788965711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/9110562267788965711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/weeeeeeeeee-yeah-right-weee-frowns.html' title='Weeeeeeeeee... Yeah right.. Weee.   *frowns*'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-3727120735003630074</id><published>2009-11-04T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:21:01.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And oh ya... I wasn't serious bout the dying hair thing. But I am about piercing my ears and getting a tattoo though I'm underage and I don't know where to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-3727120735003630074?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/3727120735003630074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-oh-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/3727120735003630074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/3727120735003630074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-oh-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-8496155342486687167</id><published>2009-11-04T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:19:52.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You know arr.. After exam arr.. I want to go out you know. I want to pierce my ear la. Hai yo. I like to pierce my ear you know. It is so so nice la. I oso arr.. want to dye my hair you know. And oso arr want to get a tattoo u know. They are so nice one." *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in typical chinese clang. ps no offense it's for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow-GEO! Oh God... Geo-crap-phy. Ugh. I kinda like Geo-crap-phy actually. HaHa.   O.o  I had Maths 1 and 2 and also Science 1 today.. Maths 1 suck so bad. I was like humming and singing and I couldn't concentrate. I didn't realize that time passed so damn fast until Pn Zaini said 8 minit lagi. I was like OH SHEEET. I hardly did 20 questions or so. And I was like argh... So tembak the rest. I had no confidence in Maths any longer.  T_T  I'm over cooked human meat now.. And I'll be over cooked spoiled human meat after I received my results. Yeah, my mom's the chef. I'm so dead. Like so dead. I used to live Maths so much. Until, err, until.. last year? I don't know how did it all happened but that very special feeling just went away. I haven't studied Geo-crap-phy yet.  *sigh*  Life is life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-8496155342486687167?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/8496155342486687167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-arr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/8496155342486687167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/8496155342486687167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-arr.html' title=''/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-3975667498227390160</id><published>2009-11-03T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:15:54.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TFT!!!!     *squeals*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burn The Night Away - There For Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 3 in the morning and I'm still not sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Cause I'm finally running your race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; The mountains you've been climbing seem like they have steepened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Since I decided to pick up the pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the whole world told me I should disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Could I fall right next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me burn the nght away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh baby let me burn the night away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; By thinking of the simple things you say to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; That get me through the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You keep me wide awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You keep me wide awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't look back the hourglass is running empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You've got me buried with your every move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Your fine lines have me at a loss of memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm right beside you in an empty room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the whole world told me I should disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Could I fall right next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me burn the night away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh baby let me burn the night away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;By thinking of the simple things you say to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; That get me through the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And it's so hard to catch your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; When you always run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You keep me wide awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You keep me wide awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're making it hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; For me to just start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Over like were new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh the whole world told me I should disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Cause I'm falling in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me burn the night away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh baby let burn the night away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; By thinking of the simple things you say to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; That get me through the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And it's so hard to catch your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; When you always run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You keep me wide awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You keep me wide awake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-3975667498227390160?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/3975667498227390160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/tft-squeals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/3975667498227390160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/3975667498227390160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/tft-squeals.html' title='TFT!!!!     *squeals*'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-6697527021432377761</id><published>2009-11-01T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:12:53.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam!</title><content type='html'>Ugh! Argh! Urgh! Ergh! Orgh! I hate exams and it's tomorrow! ARRRRHHHHH!   *shoots self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*floats about*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles looking at human beings snore in sleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pokes them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*human being slaps me for poking them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT..  Imma ghost.. so that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pokes more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pokey pokey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flies to america to visit paris hilton*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pushes her off the bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flies to brangelina's mansion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! it's brangelina making out session! Eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flies to vanessa hudgens house or whatever. i dont know what she lives in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pulls her hair specially for nellie since she hates her so much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*vanessa wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs oh-so-evailly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bakes poisonous cupcakes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*place them in miley cyrus's room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hehehehehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*floats up and down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does float dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*comes back to life*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wish I could do all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-6697527021432377761?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/6697527021432377761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/6697527021432377761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/6697527021432377761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/exam.html' title='Exam!'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-5596700075513894738</id><published>2009-11-01T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:57:00.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A one-shot.</title><content type='html'>"Shh.. It's okay baby. It's okay.. Shh," He wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his warmth against my body. "Everything's fine. I'm here for you," He rested my head on his chest. I soaked his t-shirt with tears of mine. He softly caressed my hair, trying to comfort me. But my mother's dead was more than his comforting words and touch. It was bigger and heavier. I closed my eyes, only to replay flashbacks I do not want to remember. I squeezed his fingers with my cold palm. "Hey, you are gonna be okay. And if it doesn't turn out alright, I'll fix it. I promise, 'kay?"He whispered into my right ear and kissed my head. I'm grateful, grateful for loving him. I feel appreciated, appreciating his love.  I brought him closer to me and tugged on his t-shirt tighter. He wiped away the tears from my swollen, red eyes and pinched my nose. "You're so cute. The cutest and most beautiful girl I've ever seen in the whole 16 years of life and it will remain that way forever," He pulled my chin up and gazed into my eyes. His eyes, warm and shiny. "I love you, so much. I can never stop loving you. I never did. No matter what you did or said to me. I love you too much actually. You're my one and only," And with that, he planted a kiss on my lips. "I love you too," I murmured, breaking away from the kiss. "I'm sorry for all my mistakes I've done to hurt you," Warm tears swarmed up in my eyes, making everything blurry. "That's the past. We're together now. Let's look ahead instead," He looked into me reassuringly. "Kay," And I rested my head on his chest, falling into a deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. This sucks but I just had the mood to write this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-5596700075513894738?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/5596700075513894738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/5596700075513894738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/5596700075513894738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-shot.html' title='A one-shot.'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-2549500363335885629</id><published>2009-10-29T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:05:32.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam!</title><content type='html'>Oh Mi Gaahhhh! Exam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next week&lt;/span&gt; la! I hate exams.. I doubt that I can get an 2As. Probably A for civic or something real easy. Like erm.. Nothing's easy. Right.. Anyway.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGHHH&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;URGH.. IRGH... ORGH... ERGH...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Puuurrrr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sexay rawr&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, that doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense! By the way, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nadiah's&lt;/span&gt; organizing this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;car wash &lt;/span&gt;fundraising thing for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRS&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm in it! Though I'm not a PRS. But I volunteered anyway cause she's my friend. And Cikgu Din hasn't confirmed it with her yet. *sigh* And I miss ashleyh or ashlayh or assie or ash or ashleeeyy or something that sounds close to her name. I miss rachayll. El Rachalo. &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If that is how you spell it. God, I miss them all so much, including aud or audaray or au aud or something that sounds close to her name. I can't believe I actually layaned Qis-my-ass-tina. Thank you audrey and ashley and anyone else and everyone else that came up with such an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMAZING &lt;/span&gt;name. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gorgeous &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; since she loves it when people calls her Qis. It sounds so bajet and it is mmg bajet. I hate that name. Qis.. Qis.. Qis.. Eee.. Brr.. Hey! That reminds me of that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Coca-cola&lt;/span&gt; commercial.. Brrr. It's so... fascinating everyone 'brrr's after drinking coke. What will happen if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zaini Zain&lt;/span&gt; become famous at the age of 60?!  *gasps*  Omg! The horror starts! If she turns out to be famous.. She wouldn't teach us! Anymore! Yay! You know Puan Roziana was in such a good mood today and I didn't have my kain when I was in school cause it was at the tailor's and the tailor lost my mom's number and so she didn't call and my mom thought she didn't jahit and sedang mengamuk cause she didn't call and was complaining bout the pola and stuff and was complaining bout something else and she's kinda nice and so Roziana was a good mood and I wasn't roasted alive although I was upposed to cause I didn't bring the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pola &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerja kayu &lt;/span&gt;to school and she didn't yell but said takpe esok bawa, kalau tidak takde markah la and I was like heehee okayy..  *runs out of breath*  My baju looks so... perfect.. to be done by me.. And it's so damn obvious. Anyway.. I have nothing else to blog or I'll just blog later or another day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-2549500363335885629?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/2549500363335885629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/2549500363335885629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/2549500363335885629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/exam.html' title='Exam!'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-6132904478090452436</id><published>2009-10-23T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:13:42.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been like this.</title><content type='html'>I've been so emotionless today. It's like I don't know what and how to feel about everything. The sky is so gray. I need Ashley right here, beside me right now. I need her so badly. *sigh* I really need more energetic songs to listen to or I'll continue my day like this, moody and dull. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I came here to make you dance tonight! I don't care about my guilty pleasure for you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name              : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sandbra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age                  :Younger than your grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth  : You've got to promise me an awesome expansive present first. :P&lt;br /&gt;Obsessions     : &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;CH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;RIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;KA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;KA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;LE&lt;/span&gt;.     I'm amazed that God created                                                  such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; creatures. Anyway my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;friends &lt;/span&gt;are &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;hotter                                  &lt;/span&gt;than any of them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; you guys so much.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to post. I ran out of ideas and words. OH MY GOOOOD.. This sentence suddenly popped into my head. Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We just stood and looked at each other. He seemed mesmerized. I felt my face flush, and I was going to say something, until he put his hand on my cheek. His hand was rough, but gentle. His thumb stroked my cheek. He moved his hand to my shoulder and placed his other hand on my other shoulder. He pushed me up against the wall. His mouth on mine. He played around with my lips seductively. Looking for an entrance into my mouth. His tongue playfully traced my lips. I smiled and finally decided to give in. His soft tongue victoriously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;played around. I could feel his hand went from my back to my hair, twisting around. Curling it. I broke away from the kiss at stared into his black mysterious eyes. He brought his forehead to mine. His breath hot and seductive. My fingers were entangled in his hair. He pulled my lips to his again, full with passion. Everything was perfect. His hands on my waist. Alright I'm stopping here. Eek. Anyway this doesn't really mean anything. Mature eyes only please and please do not get the wrong picture. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PEACE! LOVE MOTHER EARTH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-6132904478090452436?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/6132904478090452436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/6132904478090452436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/6132904478090452436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-like-this.html' title='It&apos;s been like this.'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-435919562135460973</id><published>2009-10-22T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:03:25.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the break down and it makes no sense.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like breaking down so bad,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fall on the floor and weep my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can do is just stay sad.&lt;br /&gt;I want to throw everything out,&lt;br /&gt;Throw everything around,&lt;br /&gt;Lets my feelings out,&lt;br /&gt;With all these emotions mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't call this a poem,&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of how things will turn out if I told you my real thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;What would you say?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Would you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you confess the same thing too?&lt;br /&gt;Will you feel the guilt?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I hate this point of life right now. So much. Face the ugly truth. Face the ugly yet beautiful world. I wonder what if I haven't been to SMK BKT JELUTONG. Where would I be right now? What would I be doing right now? What would I be right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-435919562135460973?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/435919562135460973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-break-down-and-it-makes-no-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/435919562135460973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/435919562135460973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-break-down-and-it-makes-no-sense.html' title='It&apos;s the break down and it makes no sense.'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-833163983800802265</id><published>2009-10-22T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:51:23.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOJuYF_M8Rw/SuB_HhaUyUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OhPJSmNFrZI/s1600-h/chris2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOJuYF_M8Rw/SuB_HhaUyUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OhPJSmNFrZI/s320/chris2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395452120794450242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;KAMRADA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HAWT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't listen to pop charts anymore. I don't even listen to the radio anymore. I just suddenly stopped.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like stopped&lt;/span&gt;. I'm listening to songs and bands I didn't even know exists. I used to be glued to the radio last time. Like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;GLUED&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't live without it and now I don't even bother about it. I guess it's due to the not my type songs on the radio. I hate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akon&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;him. I hate his songs and voice and everything. Not offense, but I just hate him so much. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right Na Na Na&lt;/span&gt; is so annoying. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're So Beautiful&lt;/span&gt; bites my ears. I used to LOVE Fly last time but now I just don't listen to it anymore. I started listening to Fly since I was 11? I loved it. I loved Prem and Jules. They were awesome. I hate the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pagi Show&lt;/span&gt;. I hate Ben, Nadia and Phat Fabes. They are so annoying.  o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-833163983800802265?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/833163983800802265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/anyway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/833163983800802265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/833163983800802265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOJuYF_M8Rw/SuB_HhaUyUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OhPJSmNFrZI/s72-c/chris2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-4398483570134476475</id><published>2009-10-20T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:01:16.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And oh yeah by the way.. Remember that effing piece of kain I bought for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;RM24 &lt;/span&gt;yesterday?? I asked Puan Rositah whether was it velvet cause it was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;darn &lt;/span&gt;expansive and others were like only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM6.80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and she told me this.. "Yang ni &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bukan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kain velvet la. Yang ni kain &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;satin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ni," I was like WTF?! I BOUGHT THE EFFING WRONG KAIN FOR RM24 AND IT'S &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNREFUNABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God. I wanna kill that salesgirl at the shop. And I just smiled and said okay to her and went out, cursing to myself to never &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;step in that shop ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-4398483570134476475?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/4398483570134476475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-oh-yeah-by-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/4398483570134476475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/4398483570134476475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-oh-yeah-by-way.html' title=''/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-7405356426801541489</id><published>2009-10-20T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:55:34.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm smitten..</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh. This song is so.... so.... ugh. It makes me feel so touched and ugh. This is the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Darlin' by Between The Trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;This call is meant to be brief&lt;br /&gt;A simple hello ending with goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Then you say hello&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am melting&lt;br /&gt;And now my goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Becomes a goodnight&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Please say you do not mind if this call&lt;br /&gt;Goes on all night&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have more to say&lt;br /&gt;My afternoon was O.K.&lt;br /&gt;My evening was fine but this night&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be the best night&lt;br /&gt;Of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Darling&lt;br /&gt;This is my confession to&lt;br /&gt;The crimes of wanting you badly&lt;br /&gt;And Darlin' if you're wondering&lt;br /&gt;Here's your answer&lt;br /&gt;Yes I like you&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;I can't love you&lt;br /&gt;Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These calls are getting longer&lt;br /&gt;And these nights go on&lt;br /&gt;And on and on forever&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I'm getting better&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully all of you&lt;br /&gt;Sitting watching movies&lt;br /&gt;We both know I do not watch a bit of it&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am much too busy&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my hand close enough&lt;br /&gt;So you'll hold it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Darling&lt;br /&gt;This is my confession to&lt;br /&gt;The crimes of wanting you badly&lt;br /&gt;And Darlin' if you're wondering&lt;br /&gt;Here's your answer&lt;br /&gt;Yes I like you&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;I can't love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can not stop thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;I can not stop wondering&lt;br /&gt;If you're constantly&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about me&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes dear I'm still staring&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie dear I'm still breathing&lt;br /&gt;Even though your beauty is breath taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Darling&lt;br /&gt;This is my confession to&lt;br /&gt;The crimes of wanting you badly&lt;br /&gt;And Darlin' if you're wondering&lt;br /&gt;Here's your answer&lt;br /&gt;Yes I like you&lt;br /&gt;I can't love you&lt;br /&gt;I can't love you&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMXS71otX1g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMXS71otX1g &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sweet. It makes me feel so touched. By the way, I baked &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;brownies &lt;/span&gt;today.  o_O  And there's walnuts inside and I was bored while waiting for the oven to warm up so I added &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CEREAL&lt;/span&gt;! And it turned out really really sweet. Too sweet. The top, the crust or whatever you call it was kinda sticky and I didn't like it. But the walnuts were awesome. And I saw four kittens with their mother today. They were so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cute and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn damn damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cute. I feel in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;with them. I wanna bring them home but I know I can't cause my mom dislikes animals. She hates their poo. And so do I. But I still love them all the same.&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMXS71otX1g"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-7405356426801541489?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/7405356426801541489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-smitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/7405356426801541489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/7405356426801541489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-smitten.html' title='I&apos;m smitten..'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-592952686653380719</id><published>2009-10-19T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:54:33.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After turning 14 resolutions.</title><content type='html'>1.   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Study harder and turn out smarter than before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   Probably lose some weight or something.&lt;br /&gt;3.   Blast the music &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;louder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;4.   Earn some money. I hope I can work part-time. Maybe I'll do odd jobs.&lt;br /&gt;5.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be a better person.&lt;/span&gt; This is compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;6.   Take good care of all my relationships like friendship etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;7.   Enjoy more luxurious chocolates. This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;a must.&lt;br /&gt;8.   Cut down all my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;karma. I have a lot due to all those little white lies that won't hurt        fleas but myself.&lt;br /&gt;9.   Finish a book during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;10. Go somewhere. Take the time off.&lt;br /&gt;11. Set my own goal, each month. This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;important.&lt;br /&gt;12. Read more to improve grammar and vocabulary. They suck.&lt;br /&gt;13. Relax my eyes. Before I go blind.&lt;br /&gt;14. Run away from nagging, in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smarter &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sneakier &lt;/span&gt;way.&lt;br /&gt;15. Become more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT FINISH MY CREDIT TOO FAST, TOO SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Sing louder?&lt;br /&gt;18. Spend more time with my friends, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;19. Respect others.&lt;br /&gt;20. Have more private times? I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; MY PRIVACY.&lt;br /&gt;21. Write more crap. And try... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to improve handwriting though it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 times way            way better than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arief's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do more Maths. It does your brain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;23. Dislike manwhores. They are disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;24. Set a healthy timetable and follow it. I hope I do..&lt;br /&gt;25. Don't go online too often and too long. I'm always over the limit. And that is why my yellow            Internet cable was gone.&lt;br /&gt;26. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love to love. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Hate to hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Express emotions better. Or you're hard to read.&lt;br /&gt;29. Buy a new headset cause mine is broken.&lt;br /&gt;30. Get a new phone? My phone is kinda crazy and doesn't listen to me. So it's not that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want    &lt;/span&gt;        one, it's because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;31. Get a life and stop butting into other people's life unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;32. Drink more water so that I won't dehydrate and faint on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;33. Start baking cookies, cakes and buns. I'm so curious about baking.&lt;br /&gt;34. Practice cooking more often.&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't love the computer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOSTLY THE INTERNET&lt;/span&gt;, too much.&lt;br /&gt;36. Don't burp so loud.    o_O   Oops.. That slipped.&lt;br /&gt;37. Spend money wisely. Try me. *mischievous glint*&lt;br /&gt;38. Get a boyfriend? *giggles* Nahh.. Not now. I've got my eyes glued on Maika Maile and Chris        Kamrada. But they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 years older &lt;/span&gt;than I am and they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEZILLION                              KEZIZILION&lt;/span&gt; MILES away from me..  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;39. Stop humiliating myself in public.&lt;br /&gt;40. Be spontaneously daring. Daring...  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rawr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Write more crap so that I can read it in the future. And laugh at them.&lt;br /&gt;42. Stop being jealous over &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/span&gt;'s hot bod. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;43. Stop daydreaming and jump back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;44. Sleep earlier.&lt;br /&gt;45. Stop wasting food.&lt;br /&gt;46. Stop spending too much time on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to stop prank calling. It's rude, yet funny.&lt;br /&gt;48. Perfect my fried eggs. Make sure the yolk doesn't break and is in perfect shape.  :O&lt;br /&gt;49. Stop talking bad a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gossiping&lt;/span&gt; behind peoples' back. Like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;even do that.&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you know that this was actually meant to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;private&lt;/span&gt;?    o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-592952686653380719?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/592952686653380719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-turning-14-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/592952686653380719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/592952686653380719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-turning-14-resolutions.html' title='After turning 14 resolutions.'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-2756746161440831865</id><published>2009-10-19T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:54:36.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My God. I bought an effing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 meter&lt;/span&gt; long kain velvet, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;, for an effing price of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Whilst my friend bought hers for an effing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM6.80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Wth. Anyway, lets just forget about that. And my day was kinda okay.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just okay&lt;/span&gt;.. Nothing to remember. By the way, I'd love to state my friend's name in my blog, since he wants it so badly. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Arief&lt;/span&gt;. =)  I have no inspiration to blog anymore for meantime.. Although I have this terrible itch to.. *ugghh* This itch is so irritating that it makes me work my brain just to think of what to post. Anyway, I found this vid on &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;www.youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; quite sometime ago. It's Mr. Sexi's Pizza. It's funny. And that guy is gay, yet cute.  o_O  I'm not saying that gay guys are cute. But he, Fex, is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*awkward silences*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*awkward silences*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*awkward silences*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling blue.   o_O   And it's all because of this song.                                       &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLIboc0PFT8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLIboc0PFT8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*awkward silences*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*awkward silences*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. I love to read. And I love to sing, in private and with friends. And I love to dance, in private and with friends. And I love laugh so hard, so hard that I get stomach crams and tears and the pain at the throat. Yeah.. There's nothing to say.. Though this urge is so annoying. I think I'll post something else later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-2756746161440831865?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/2756746161440831865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/2756746161440831865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/2756746161440831865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-1397332570632255184</id><published>2009-10-19T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:24:39.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT .. TO .. IMPACT THE WORLD .. BUT I CAN'T DO IT ALONE ..</title><content type='html'>I want to impact the world but I can't do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to create a better place for us and you have to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;I want to write a beautiful song for the ones that are alone,&lt;br /&gt;I want to shout a message out at the beach, but one is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make this world a better place to stay,&lt;br /&gt;I want to let all the children run free and sway.&lt;br /&gt;I want to save those that need me,&lt;br /&gt;I want to make them smile and feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to impact the world but I can't do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to save lives and correct mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feed them with happy laughter and sweet cakes.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see them dance and get up after each fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my mission,&lt;br /&gt;To impact the world.&lt;br /&gt;And you've got to help me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-1397332570632255184?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/1397332570632255184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-impact-world-but-i-cant-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/1397332570632255184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/1397332570632255184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-impact-world-but-i-cant-do-it.html' title='I WANT .. TO .. IMPACT THE WORLD .. BUT I CAN&apos;T DO IT ALONE ..'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-4796968430951571833</id><published>2009-10-19T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:30:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUS-TED</title><content type='html'>My mom caught me blogging and chatting and humming to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hot Mess&lt;/span&gt; in erm.. bout 2.30 am yesterday morning. She's an early bird.. So you get what I mean. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; sleep and I decided to start a blog. And so I didn't realise that she came out from the room and went to the toilet until the toilet door closed. And I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;. Sheet sheet sheet. Effing sheet man. So turned off the speaker and monitor and lean my schoolbag against the CPU to block the very bright &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; light that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blow my cover. Then I picked up a book pretended to read. She came out and squint at me and then said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO MORE COMPUTER AHH..&lt;/span&gt; And I was okay.. Then when she went back to the room, I switched off the computer and then my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt; called. I was like huh? why is he calling at this time? So, I picked up the phone and he asked me what am I doing. I said I was reading. Then he asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you on the computer&lt;/span&gt;? And I replied no, I already switched it off. And then he said okay, don't spend too long on the computer cause it's bad for your eyes and stuff. Then he hung up. Nagging and warnings all the way from&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Penang&lt;/span&gt;, people. And I knew it was my mom who called him, obviously. Then she came out and scolded me. And I quickly picked up my Sejarah book since it was right in front of me and tried studying. Well, at least I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt;. And she kept glaring at me. So, I just studied a little and went to sleep and that was about 2.50 or so. I was planning to not sleep the whole night but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happened. And I think my mom slept very little after I knocked out. The next morning I woke up and my mom just showered. She didn't say anything and went out. I was planning to blog but the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Internet cable was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was like sheet. Okay, never mind. I knew she took it out. And so I just stared at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;computer, with no Internet.&lt;/span&gt; Wth is a computer for when it has no Internet?! It's like me bringing an electric fan to the middle of the desert. How useless. Well, at least I could still listen to some songs but still it was so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt;. I called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt; and she was online. And she was blogging something, I think, I forgot. Then we were like we have to study. It's important cause exam is near. And we just kept telling each other that. But we ended up chatting and I told her about the missing&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cable. After we hung up, I started searching for it. Failed, I couldn't find it. And so I called Ashley and told her I couldn't find it. Then we started saying we are gonna study now and so we hung again. I wanted to study.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO BAD&lt;/span&gt;. But, I ended up tying my school shoelaces. And eating and then playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SIMS&lt;/span&gt;. Gosh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hated myself&lt;/span&gt;. Then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ashley &lt;/span&gt;called and she was asking what are you doing now? And I said&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; eekk hehehehe. I'm playing Sims.&lt;/span&gt; And she was like&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; WHAT?! YOU ARE PLAYING SIMS?! Oh God.&lt;/span&gt; I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. And then she had to go back to studying and I went back to playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sims &lt;/span&gt;and studying, at the same time. I didn't study for long and I was bored. So, I cleaned the standing fan.  o_O  I was bored, I had to get away from studying for awhile or I'll go crazy. So anyway my mom came back. And there were lots of awkward silences. And fast forward fast forward. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My dad called!&lt;/span&gt; Bout 10.30pm or so. And he said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I told your mother to fix back the cable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEHEHEHE. Okay..&lt;/span&gt; And so this morning I found the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Internet cable on the table.. AND HERE I AM..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-4796968430951571833?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/4796968430951571833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/bus-ted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/4796968430951571833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/4796968430951571833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/bus-ted.html' title='BUS-TED'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-3598613473113607718</id><published>2009-10-18T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:38:32.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeek! Peeps!</title><content type='html'>I have seriously nothing to do, besides chatting. It's 1.15 am in the morning. I'd melt if the guy of my dreams sang this song for me:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If I was a sailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I'd sail the seven seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; To tell you "baby I don't want you to leave"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You see this world is such a sad place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And without your pretty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm sure it's gonna wind up much worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And I know that you'll see someday that I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And I know what I say is true cause I'm still stuck on you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm in love from the first time I laid my eyes on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; A-shoo-do-do-do-do-do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; There's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And I'm in love from the first time I laid my lips on yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Now you're walking out my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And there's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And if I could explore the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I'd bring you along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; We'd go from New York to Timbuktu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; But truly I am set right here at Denny's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Drinking coffee and sharing a cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And I know that you'll see someday that I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And I know what I say is true cause I'm so stuck on you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm in love from the first time I laid my eyes on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; A-shoo-do-do-do-do-do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; There's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And I'm in love from the first time I laid my lips on yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Now you're walking out my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And there's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm in love with you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it sweet? It's sweeter than any candy I have ever and can ever taste..  *melts*&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mi Gahhh! Why doesn't &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There For Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;?! Is Malaysia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;unpopular is this big, wide world?! It's sad.. Gosh.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Maika Maile&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Chris Kamrada&lt;/span&gt;..  *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty Pleasure - Cobra Starship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And i came here to make you dance tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i don't care about my guilty pleasure for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and i don't even know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; what kinda fool you're taking me for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; so you've got some brand new clothes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; you never could afford before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; oh brother spare us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; we don't care anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; we just wanna get down on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; you sell yourself to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; you can dish it, but can you really take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; you're never gonna get it with nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; cause nothing's what you got in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; so stop pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i came here to make you dance tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; shut up cause we won't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and we're getting down till the sun's coming up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and i don't even read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; what the papers gotta say about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; oh, no i can't believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they take it so serious, seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i'm so bored, oh please don't talk anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; shut your mouth and get down on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; so cynical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; poor baby i can dish it cause i know how to take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; you're never gonna win em all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; so fuck em if they can't take a joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i'm just playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i came here to make you dance tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; shut up cause we won't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and we're getting down till the sun's coming up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and maybe someday i'll believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; (maybe someday i'll believe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; that we are all apart of some bigger plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; tonight i just don't give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; (so shut your mouth it's time to dance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; if the world is ending, I'm throwing the party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and i came here to make you dance tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; shut up cause we won't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and we're getting down till the sun's coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That reminds me.. I have loads of sejarah left to do.. Haih. It'll never end.. Not until I pass SPM. I love butter prawns. Oh My God. Here we go again.. I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; Actually, I miss the four of us. It seems like we're gone. Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gone, &lt;/span&gt;but gone.. We don't even rehat together anymore. I don't even see them everyday anymore. Haih. School has been kinda dull. It's like I'm dragging myself to school each day. And each day before I get up from bed, I try to come up with an excuse to not go to school. It isn't torture, neither is it pleasure. I don't know la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche - Escape The Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hurtful words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;From my enemies of the last five years, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What's it like to die alone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And how does it feel when tears freeze, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When you cry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The blood in your veins is twenty below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Something I cannot forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So for now, take this down a notch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Crash my car through your window, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Make sure you're still alive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just in time to kill you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Something I cannot forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;( I can't take this take anymore ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;( I can't take this take anymore ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I cannot feel what you've done to me what you've done to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;( I can't take this take anymore ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;( I can't take this take anymore ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What you've done to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So for now, take this down a notch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Crash my car through your window, ( window.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Something I cannot forget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-3598613473113607718?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/3598613473113607718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/eeek-peeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/3598613473113607718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/3598613473113607718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/eeek-peeps.html' title='Eeek! Peeps!'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-3702344708097049664</id><published>2009-10-18T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:18:20.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm definitely bored.</title><content type='html'>I can't stop listening to this song.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Girlfriend - Bow Wow ft. Omarion&lt;/span&gt;. It's sweet. And also I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt; addicted to this song, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Simple Enough - NeverShoutNever&lt;/span&gt;. It's nice too but I prefer:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situations - Escape The Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Situations are irrelevant now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;She loves the way that I tease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love the way that she breathes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I touched her (ooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;she touched my (ahhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it was the craziest thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love the girls who hate to love because they're just like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A certain girl she took my hand and ran it up her thigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;She licked her lips and pulled my hair, I fall in love for a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;She can't behave and I'm just a slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;don’t worry I'll be gone when the morning comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Darling what is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Honestly that never happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lying is your favorite passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Leave me, go where you belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Higher heels and lipstick napkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dying is your latest fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The frustration it's a regular thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate the ones who love to hate because they're just like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A certain girl she took her hand and put in my lap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"It's way too full", she said. once you have me you'll always come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;She can't behave and I'm just a slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don’t worry, I'll be gone when the morning comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Darling, what is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Honestly that never happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lying is your favorite passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Leave me, go where you belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Higher heels and lipstick napkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dying is your latest fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I know you love to insist and all it takes is a kiss and you just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love to hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you love all the lies so don’t act surprised that I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love to hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I kissed your lips you pulled my hair it was the craziest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love the girls who love to hate. (Breathing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Whoa) Darling, what is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Honestly that never happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lying is your favorite passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Leave me, go where you belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Higher heels and lipstick napkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dying is your latest fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Darling (Leave Me), what is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Honestly that never happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lying is your favorite passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Leave me (Darling), go where you belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Higher heels and lipstick napkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dying is your favorite passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. I love that song though it's already kinda old. My mom baked sausage buns..  o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4690230376379545466-3702344708097049664?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/3702344708097049664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-stop-listening-to-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/3702344708097049664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/3702344708097049664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-stop-listening-to-this-song.html' title='I&apos;m definitely bored.'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690230376379545466.post-6769960774675422895</id><published>2009-10-18T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:40:44.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the start..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Err.. Hi there! I used to dislike blogging and since I developed this thing for typing.. I might as well start one. Since &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ASHLEY&lt;/span&gt;'S blog is so tempting and nice, it just tempted me to start one. I love her so much.. And also &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rachel.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Anyway, welcome to mah blog and I have nothing else to say right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4690230376379545466-6769960774675422895?l=bonkerspronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/feeds/6769960774675422895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/err.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/6769960774675422895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4690230376379545466/posts/default/6769960774675422895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonkerspronto.blogspot.com/2009/10/err.html' title='It&apos;s the start..'/><author><name>sanderraa/flamingo/sandbra/ah san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458570095283495240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
