<?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-7457170533871515983</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:38:37.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis Da Life Man</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457170533871515983.post-3508696005365721861</id><published>2008-07-10T20:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:06:47.478+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aight.&lt;br /&gt;enuff procrastinating, lets git down. the holis were short. period. but i had fun. my uncle and his family of 6 came over from the phil. i took em round s'pore for two weeks, including the week before holi. my name wasnt on the attendance list, so technically, i dun hv to be in sch(: so yea, i spent that week being their tour guide. i took them to the flyer, round the bay area, chinatown, orchard, zoo, nite safari, and birdpark. we also went to msia. there we visited kl n genting. in the two weeks, i watched indiana jones and narnia. also, i ate fast food almost everyday and had a venti frappucino from starbucks at least once everyday. the best part was, for everything above, i din spend a single cent. thats the good life. my uncle saved tons of money by staying at my house instead of a hotel, so he splurged on everything else, n since i was his tour guide, i was returned in kind. hes a good bball coach too, n he rly looks up to me, sumtyms more den his children, uncomfortable sumtyms.&lt;br /&gt;went out wit my baby a few times, but we were both kinda bz. in the last week, i spent 500+. i nv spend that much of my own money.. went to town wit her, ended up buyin some clothes from topman. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;u lyk it wen i wear tight shirts n jeans dont u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha its real fun, goin wit ur other half n lettin her choose ur clothes, guys out there, u shud try it. trust me. i bot the perfect pair of shades. finally! aviators that fit my face! haha. den i went out shoppin again a few days later, fianlly got my self some nice boardshorts from ripcurl. i still cant believe i spent 72 bucks on it, but it was on sale anyways. haha. i bot more clothes n i got her bday prez too. i really hope she likes it, even if it isnt wat she wanted. hazim was sayin shed rly appreciate it if she knew how long it took me to choose. hahaha. he cudnt stand my face and how stressed i lookd haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i still havent finished my holi hmwk. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;someone is gettin frisky uh? the forbidden, the risk and the danger make it all the more pleasurable and thrilling.. wat can i say? im a risk-taker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-3508696005365721861?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/3508696005365721861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=3508696005365721861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3508696005365721861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3508696005365721861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2008/07/aight.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-3853574192492352128</id><published>2008-06-23T18:05:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:06:03.294+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man.. the holis are over... :( ill blog bout it later. still got holi hw to do. haha. thanks nurul, for fixin my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-3853574192492352128?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/3853574192492352128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=3853574192492352128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3853574192492352128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3853574192492352128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2008/06/man.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-3212124753888762317</id><published>2008-06-05T13:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:37:19.981+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y do so lil pll lyk dis song?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-3212124753888762317?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/3212124753888762317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=3212124753888762317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3212124753888762317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3212124753888762317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2008/06/y-do-so-lil-pll-lyk-dis-song-lollipop.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-5615310130251905899</id><published>2008-06-02T16:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:27:49.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. At what age do u want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;preferably when im 20-something, got a good stable job, got d girl of my dreams whom my folks love n wen ive got my life in the ryt direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which are more important to you - Friends or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. my girl wud sumwat hv a higher priority, bt i wud nv neglect my frens, esp my bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who are the people you trust most?&lt;br /&gt;her, haiman, hazim, faaruq, wirda, fiza, my bros, reena n shiling, my elder sisters.&lt;br /&gt;(no particular order)(am i too trusting?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;i cud always use more..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;errr..ppl i dislike, things i hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What kind of girls do you like?&lt;br /&gt;as far as looks go, im nt very specific, juz dat i prefer brunettes wit long hair n 'pinch me, im dreamin' bodies. i dun think it wud be very fair to say wat kind of personality n character i like. juz as long as theyre nice and interestin n fun? oh yea, i forgot, they gotta have a beautiful smile(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;study the subjects at least 1 week b4 n not the day before the exams n 6points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you broken someone's heart till he/she wants to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;how wud i noe? i dun think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;'the only feeling greater than loving is to be loved'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements of the other half?&lt;br /&gt;din i mention above? well i gotta be happy wit her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. List five best friends of yours.why must it be five?&lt;br /&gt;i cant do this.. they noe who they are (there are more than 5 of u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;well the real ones at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are the most important things in your life?&lt;br /&gt;faith(noun), her, my friends, my family, havin fun n livin life ot the fullest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you love anime?&lt;br /&gt;its kinda cool, bt i dedicate my time to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Describe the person who tagged you in five words.&lt;br /&gt;nurul eh? shes crazy, fun, ticklish, nice, sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you had one one wish, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;that id nv run out of wishes. bt if i did hv juz one, id wish for the ones i love to be happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could rewind time, when would you go back to?&lt;br /&gt;when i felt like theres no place id rather be than next to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you love yourself?&lt;br /&gt;yea, bt im nt obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. (My question) geez.. theres so many questions i question myself that even i question which question is the best question.. hmmm... What is the right question?&lt;br /&gt;i cant answer that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instructions: remove one question from above and add in your personal one. make a total of 20 questions and tag 8 people. list then out at the end of the post. notify them thru their tagboard that they have been told to do these questions.&lt;br /&gt;1)zim (dunnit rdy)&lt;br /&gt;2)fadli (dunnit rdy)&lt;br /&gt;3)reena&lt;br /&gt;4)shiling&lt;br /&gt;5)taahira&lt;br /&gt;6)man (dunnit rdy)&lt;br /&gt;7)alice wheres ur blog? i got posted to a list of porn sites! haha&lt;br /&gt;8)estee wheres ur blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-5615310130251905899?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/5615310130251905899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=5615310130251905899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5615310130251905899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5615310130251905899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2008/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-4207150429735738549</id><published>2008-05-18T10:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:12:31.967+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes! hahaha... i finally dragged my ass to update. aft d exams ive juz been so lazy la.. anyways, nuttin much has hapened, except dat we got back our results. mine were okay, i can still do better. juz gotta kerb my laziness. n i also gotta learn not to procrastinate. oh yea, i cant believe im goin to prom, the only reason ill b there is for my frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huda: haha, okay&lt;br /&gt;nurul: ahh, watever..&lt;br /&gt;reena: wats ur url?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully smth exciting happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-1516732664943537493</id><published>2008-03-21T17:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:15:38.025+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is dead. haha..ha.. was juz reading other blogs, and i have to say, alfi is an exceptional writer, and i like how he is able to expresss himself so well. he has that certain flair for being able to play with words to entertain the reader, and then forcefully coax them to read on for eternity. i recommend that you give his blog a visit and take a look at what the guy has to say. impeccable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had enrolment service 08 today, from 10 to 4. i got promoted to staff sergeant! finally!! not all the sec 4s got promoted, kinda sad and disappointing to those who werent, considering this was our last parade. but it also means that we are 'up there' and have 'higher standards' as quoted by Mr Yong. i feel honoured that my officers that that of me and of the others that were promoted today, and i thank them, for trusting and having faith in me, and realising soem of my potential, by promoting me today. thanks to all the officers, senior and fellow boys who have helped me along this brigade journey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out wit my pops ans sis to eat dinner and buy snacks. me n my sis din really eat cos i ate kfc and she had alrdy eaten, so we juz had kaya toast and teh ping. we went to ntuc and bought loads of snacks. finally i have something to eat between meals at home, ive been starving so much. we didnt even have bread! bought twisties, cookies, loacker wafers, tau sar bao, hello panda, kinder bueno, mars, cod fillet, lots of milk and peach tea. den we bought the newspaper at 7/11. we stopped sweet talk to buy milk tea for my sis and chin chow for my dad. my dad asked me to buy wife biscuits at the bakery so i handed all the ntuc bags to him and bought them. after getting the change, i saw my dad holding all the bags and wanted to get the bags from him and hand him the change. the my dad asked me 'why you still holding that?' i looked at my hand and realised i was still holding the tongs from the bakery! i was just outside the bakery so i ran back in cheekily and put them back. i was so embarassed! the bakery aunties and my dad and sis were laughing hysterically. then i realised how funny it was, and we all got a good laugh out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is long overdue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To my one and only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i  look back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and see, the path we've journeyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;taking that stroll down memory lane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sometimes i still cant believe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;thats how we started,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;this is how far we've come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sometimes, i cant believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;that its you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;that we are us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;that we are together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;that we are one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;while being two different entities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you're starting to meet me half-way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and im feeling something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we're taking leaps of faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and baby steps too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but of utmost importance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we're taking them together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we're moving fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;maybe a little too fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but the point is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we're getting somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you say you want to slow down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i didnt realise that i seemed to rush things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i guess i loved you so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i got carried away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and caught up in the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so we'll take it slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we'll stop and stare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;take the time to see the sights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and sniff the roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we'll stop to feel each others warmth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and cherish the love we feel for each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;cause its not where we're going,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;or where we get to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but the journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;how we get there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and we're enjoying every step of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we'll make these memories worth remembering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;even years from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we'll share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;our joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;our laughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;our sadness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and our tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;as long as we're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;what we share,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;is something unforgetable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and something i will cherish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and hold dear and close to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a relationship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;full of firsts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and based on openness, trust, faith, hope and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a love so strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;it transcends this universe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and even time and space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;even though our relationship isnt exactly stroybook material,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;its more than i ever dreamed of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;there are the times that were cute and candid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the times that were 'cheeky',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the moments when i held you close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;held you tight and felt your warm embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and the moments where it felt like it was just the two of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;as if the world seemed to stop and revolve around us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and everything seems perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;as if nothing else mattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;two bodies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so close that the warmth of their love could be felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and then the two became one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;doing what came naturally to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we're from different worlds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;both extremities of culture and way of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but unexpectedly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;our differences bring about similarities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and help us to mesh together in an interesting bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;as if God light-heartedly experimented with us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;to find out what would happen if he put the two of us together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;even though he already knew the outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the chances of us meeting were one in a million,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but looking at us now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i guess we found that one (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I love you..&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-1516732664943537493?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/1516732664943537493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=1516732664943537493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/1516732664943537493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/1516732664943537493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-7161452999668862725</id><published>2008-03-12T00:16:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:27:05.851+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, came back from camp ytd.... i injured myself n missed out on pretty much everything. arghhhh!!!!!!!! it sucks! it was a pretty big tear, quite deep too, but i only needed 3 stitches. it bthrin me like hell. went to d pasar malam wit d guys n bought kebab wraps. mmmmmmm...... den went to the park,hehehe...it was raining, but we werent cold(: cant stare me in the eyes huh? well, we'll change that. u've got such beautiful eyes, u shudnt be afraid to look at people. i gues u shud thank ur dad huh? im nt sure how to explain wat happened nxt, cos i guess it was juz magic (: nvr knew it came natural to someone.. can still feel it (: ill nv forget those few moments, cos they wer magical. i went high aft that, it gave me a euphoric feelin i guess? aft d whole thing, someone started finishing my sentences n then taking the words stright from my mouth before i cud say them. im speechless bout that. that person noes y (: well, im leavin today, so so long singapore, so long love, il be home soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;yea i guess ur ryt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;about all of it, it was a big step, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;but we took it together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;n i noe we'll miss each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;but ur ryt abt that too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;it wont be long before i can hold u close to me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;rmb, wen ur lonely, juz close ur eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;think of me n ill be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;to hold u, to kiss u n to keep u warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;most of all, ill b der to love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;cos u noe i do(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;imy(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;ily&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-5058239597674974766</id><published>2008-03-04T19:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:10:56.031+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. not much to blog about. but i think its time for someone.... to update. working on sunday was fun, wit my friends and all. had carls jr for lunch. damn satisfying. sometin pissed me off after that tho, n i got pissed at the world. but i guess im done now, cos baby helpd me get over it (: lets juz say, i found out y i need to shave more often....hehehehe.... addicted to this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Stop &amp;amp; Stare"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to make our move, I'm shaking off the rust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got my heart set on anywhere but here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm staring down myself, counting up the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steady hands, just take the wheel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Never glance" is killing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, can you see what I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're trying to come back, all my senses push&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steady feet, don't fail me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna run till you can't walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But something pulls my focus out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm standing down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, you don't need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you need, what you need...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've become what I can't be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, do you see what I see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-5058239597674974766?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/5058239597674974766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=5058239597674974766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5058239597674974766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5058239597674974766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-3360158047699735056</id><published>2008-03-01T20:44:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:01:53.787+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Girlfriend"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Talking:] Bow Wow &amp;amp; Omarion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bow Wow:] Uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Omarion:] So special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bow Wow:] LB Dub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Omarion:] Ahhh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Omarion:] That's my girl, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bow Wow:] True that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Omarion:] That's my girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bow Wow:] That's right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Omarion:] She with me homie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Omarion:] Omarion yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bow Wow:] Yep! Uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Omarion:] And Bow Wow yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bow Wow:] Yep! Uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Omarion:] Yeah yeaaahhh, yeaahhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bow Wow:] I'm sayin O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Omarion:] Lemme tell you what my girlfriend looking like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bow Wow:] Holla at the people man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bow Wow:] Hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Verse 1: Omarion]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She be rockin them D&amp;amp;G's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her jeans be riding low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homies breakin they neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to see how far they go down down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shawty put it on me like a pro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say she got my head gone (yep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got my head gone (Shol is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even lie She put it on me (Shol is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even lie She got me homie (Shol is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll fight you, Try to take her from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause she's all I got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause she's all I got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby you got that good stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good lovePut it on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't get enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, that's my girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, that's my girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, that's my girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, that's my girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All mine, all mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shawty with me all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay hot, stay fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep her right by my side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(she so fine yeah,yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, that's my boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, that's my girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, that's my boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, that's my girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Verse 2: Bow Wow]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got a body of a stripper man, stripper man (stripper man)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She be doing her lil dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I tip her man (I tip her man)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And man she hood wit it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So fine (uh huh)Lil mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So fly (yeahh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do anything for the b-o-dub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thats why she stay right by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like LL, she so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She likes when my True's sag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My tattoos, she like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything she want, she got that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Them other broads, can fall back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They hate cuz they wanna be where you at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She number one like T-mac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What nigga gonna do you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Verse 3: Omarion]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shawty got keys to my car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keys to my crib&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always where I is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always paying the bills (yeahh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep it G Yeah shawty put me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spend a G every time she comes around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's my girl but I wanna tip her, yeeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And her body's built like a stripper, yeeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We keep it hot up in that Range&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the feet up on the dashboard, dashboard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She'll do anything I like (yeaaahhhh, yeeahhh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bridge: Omarion]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I won't give you up girlYou've got that (fire love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People might hate us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you'll always be my girl(Don't be mad at me)(Cause my girl is all mines, all mines) {sheee's all minnne}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's my baby, that's my girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I need her in my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's got me going craaaaazy (Craaaazy baaabyy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-3360158047699735056?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/3360158047699735056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=3360158047699735056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3360158047699735056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3360158047699735056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2008/03/girlfriend-talking-bow-wow-omarion-bow.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-7688237308320999723</id><published>2008-03-01T20:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:42:37.101+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been long yea? hais... hvn really had much to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone l me (X hahaha... im so silly.... went out to watch the eye wit her faaruq and his cousin. i was late... faaruq also late, but later than me. see? im not so bad. she looked great (: she wore d shorts i liked and i liked her shirt too *hahahaha* met up wit faaruq den he wanted to go to the arcade so we played. first we played was "something" combat. some rifle game where it used real time war situations. i owned him witout even trying... hahaha. he is damn competitive so wen he loses, i lyk to rub it in. he continued once, but in the end he still lost. i din continue so we ended wen i died. i ended wit sergeant rank n he had lyk private or recuit or something lyk that. i juz noe d diff quite big. den we played time crisis 4. dunno y i was so careless. but i still owned!!!he continued once, i din and my score n accuracy was higher den his. i tink his reaction slow la... told him to stick to girls, cos hes better at that. i dun even play games that much. then we went to watch d movie 'the eye' the english version starring jessica alba... hot siaaa... d movie okay la.. i prefered fools gold. it wasnt even scary, i ended up laughing cos someone was so scared  faaruqs cousin kept makin funny sounds and said he wud hug faaruq if he got scared. kept bumping into jin hao. went to eat, den went to arcade again. i died faster cos of careless ness, but still owned him at time crisis. hahaha. beat him by like 100k. den we parted ways wit faaruq n went to library. i went into thinking mode, n sumone got damn worried.. im okay i guess... dun worry. juz dat sumtyms i think too much... d feeling of someone caring for you is nice, u tend to be more relaxed wen ur concerned bout me tho...hmmmm. someone quite brave today... hehehe. got you wen u least expected it uh? i din force u...it was ur own will. bt u gt me high....hehehehe &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;its not d first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and it definitely wont be d last time (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i know u liked it Xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;cos i loved it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;n il nv forget it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;u noe ily...&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-7688237308320999723?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/7688237308320999723/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457170533871515983.post-2443103088057818810</id><published>2008-02-15T20:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:06:36.519+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heres my week, kinda lazy to go into detail so here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat&lt;br /&gt;went to vivo wit her and grayson, had fun siaaa. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;went out for a walk, nt alone of course. had a super super great time. . . mayb my hands lyk ur waist n my face loves urs? hahahaha. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;bad mood. . .hvn slept much past two days, n ytd cudn slp at all. mood was super rotten, wasnt talkin much. she noticed wen we were at mac. i walked her home, we sat dwn along d way n talked. den. . . happened. haha. i went high aft that. ill nv forget this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues&lt;br /&gt;i feel lyk someone has been expressin herself alot more lately. . .hehe... i ,lyk it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed&lt;br /&gt;wat happened today ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thur&lt;br /&gt;happy v day! got sum stuff. she gave me cookies (: gave the class cookies. they really lyk sia. . . my ma said i shud start charging for them. hahaha. v day din last tho. had french):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri&lt;br /&gt;sumhow today i felt lyk superman. had cereals for breakfast, but added hotcake syrup from mac to it... hahaha had td parade den me n gab rushed to toilet to change. wen i finished, yun told me no need to change fcuk siaa!!!!!! but nvm, got good workout. ran 9 or 10 rounds in 10min. wah d syrup worked...haha den pull ups frm 12 becam 15 again. still less den my record of 16, but nvm it gd enuff. den played bball. no cca!!!! hmed wit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contd&lt;br /&gt;man i din noe so much shit been goin down. sumtyms life is juz fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-2443103088057818810?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/2443103088057818810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=2443103088057818810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/2443103088057818810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/2443103088057818810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2008/02/heres-my-week-kinda-lazy-to-go-into.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-2698202930790618765</id><published>2008-02-03T09:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:04:50.878+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kinda busy, so haven been able to update, but hey does anybody except those few ppl read this anyway? anyways, ive been tryin to find time wer i can be with her. shes kinda busy too. but thats what i look forward to, to when we see each other n juz be with each other. i cant thank her enuff for being there for me, listenin to me and for understanding me. she has to know how intense this feeling is inside, i cant control it. gotta go... ppl, if u drop by, would it hurt to tag? kinda helps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i cant sit back n watch ppl live my life for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ive got to take control now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;there are so many things that r juz screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i know what i want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;now its time to go get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;youre my special person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-2698202930790618765?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457170533871515983.post-6096305513142291814</id><published>2008-01-20T19:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:20:11.535+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out wit her yesterday. really had fun n enjoyed myself. i know she did too. met up wit her n gave her my jacket cos she was feelin cold. ill let u wear my giant hoody next time kay? i juz thot ud look abit ridiculous, but hey now i know u don care, so i think itll be fun. stopped by at lot1 to buy a new rubiks cube for my uncle, since my sis broke it. n i still had to pay! well they wer sold out so we got back on the train. supposed to go to jurong library, but someone, took the wrong train and said nvm we can go to woodlands. haha. bought the cube at causeway then headed to the library. crapped abit while walking n on the train, but i juz felt lyk bein quiet. den at d lib we sat down talked, laughed, she read books and did her hmwk, so did i, all while listening to music. played with the cube as well, but no fun cos it was so rough and unseasoned. den had lunch at bk cos we were both hungry. someone said they cudnt study after eatin cos they wud sleep so lunch was late. u dun hv to try to eat faster than me, juz enjoy ur meal, cos im enjoyin mine, juz that for sum reason i eat pretty quick. den took the train back to ut n took the long way to her home. sat down along the way, on separate benches.haha? talked and laughed, listened to music n crapped. thanks for singing that song, it brought back memories of u n me. baby got worried cos i got all quiet n it looked lyk i was cryin. i wasnt, okay? i was juz happy. im sorry if worried u cos i looked sad. it was cool and windy n i thot it was perfect.she had been standing for a while, n i felt a sudden urge to do smth. so i stood behind her for a while, contemplatin whether i shud go for it. then i rmb sum1 once said, if u want smth go for it, so, haha, i did. i slid my hands round her waist n hugged her. the smooth skin on her face brushed against mine n the wind blew gently on our faces. she was shocked at first, but then she calmed down n enjoyed the moment with me. i cant explain it, it was almost magical, lyk nothing else mattered and it was juz me n her, caught in that moment. i felt lyk i din wan to leave, but of course i had to send her home, so aft a while, i walked her home and she hugged me again XD. i was pretty high the rest of the day...hahaha. i know to sum ppl this may seem retarded, but im happy takin it slow n enjoyin the time were together, cos u seriously dunno wat im talkin bout till u feel this way. peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i know im not the only one who felt something, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i cant deny  it, it was so intense, and i know u felt it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;let me light up the sky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;light it up for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;let me tell you why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i would die for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-6096305513142291814?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/6096305513142291814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=6096305513142291814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/6096305513142291814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/6096305513142291814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2008/01/went-out-wit-her-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-1063074343068977967</id><published>2008-01-13T14:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:45:35.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;shoutout to my ma! she had her birthday on friday, how old she is, daz a secret!&lt;br /&gt;ma, thanks for being there and putting up with all the crap ive thrown at you, uve been a great mother and im grateful for that. hope u lyk the present me n her bought for u, she helped too u know. i know, deep inside, ur thankful, n ill introduce her to u someday wen the tym is ryt okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holla to my bro! happy birthday again abng! man's bday was on sat, im glad u lyk d present we bought u. its no prob aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;baby, thanks for making me smile, no matter how i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;and for being there by my side whenever i needed someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;thanks for showing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;how simple a relationship can be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;for making me realise that it doesnt matter if were together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;or if u say 'yes' and that all that matters is that we feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;each other and we both know it. is this love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-1063074343068977967?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/1063074343068977967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=1063074343068977967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/1063074343068977967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/1063074343068977967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2008/01/shoutout-to-my-ma-she-had-her-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-1443329630270410439</id><published>2008-01-09T18:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T18:32:41.752+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how does a girl lyk her lyk a guy lyk me? sometimes i just dont believe its really happenin. i feel so blessed cos she outta my league. shes pretty, confident, outgoing, simple yet complex, sophistaicated, friendly and lots of fun. i guess its a miracle. im so thankful that ive been given this chance, so im gonna make the most of out if it that i can. sometimes i feel lyk im dreamin, n i nv wanna wake up, but i noe dis aint a dream its real....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-1443329630270410439?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/1443329630270410439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=1443329630270410439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/1443329630270410439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/1443329630270410439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-does-girl-lyk-her-lyk-guy-lyk-me.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-5532842427527154820</id><published>2008-01-03T17:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T02:30:13.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant front now, i cant make dis gangsta, all i can do is be genuine wit it. imma juz giv it to ya straight up, i almost cried dis mornin. she told me not to read her blog, but i juz had to see wat she din wan me to,i juz had to...she said it was crap aft she saw how i reacted, but we both noe shes right. when i woke up early dis mornin juz so i cud read her blog n still b on tym 4 school i kept wonderin wat she wrote. wen i finally sat down n read it, i teared up... haven done dat in a long tym. halfway thru her post i almost imagined wat lyf wud b lyk without her, but i cudnt...it jus wouldnt b the same, it was juz too painful to think of. dis mornin was intense, i nv felt so weak n vulnerable b4. i nv want her to leave, she'll live a long n happy lyf...she deserves it, n no one can take that away from her...im juz abit confused ryt now...but i hv to be strong, i hv to understand, i have to be a man... for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...myt not blog for a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-5532842427527154820?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/5532842427527154820/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457170533871515983.post-3239744705279553095</id><published>2007-12-21T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T19:01:32.448+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xingru-hahas,thx. u too eh?&lt;br /&gt;hazim-thx man, u lyk it? shes the sweetest drug n im so addicted...&lt;br /&gt;atiqah-hahas,watever...at least she noes i lyk her...so she noes i aint gay, hahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..i said i wud do this so lets git on wit it. im gona summarise india and phil, juz the good stuff or at leats wat i rmb...procrastinated too long..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;india- wuzn as cold as i thot it wud b, but still better than s'pore. dunno y sum ppl wer shiverin cos i wasn cold, but hey evry1s diff. the first place we stayed at sucked, the tv was so small n the only nice channel was espn, but with me, hadi and yun liang in one room, we din need anything else. one night, we laughed so hysterically i bet u all the other rooms can hear. n most of the tym, we laugh for no reason! hadi had cough and so he cudnt laugh or it hurt n he was lying down. bt me n yun sumtyms cant help it, say or do something funny den hadi will b on d bed holdin bak his laugh n coughin at d same tym, he looked so pathetic n funny, me n yun laugh lyk wat sia, abit sadistic, bt who cares. den when the laughter dies down, someone will giggle n we rmb everythin then one person laugh and suddenly all 3 burst into laughter again n we will start laughin at hadi again. it lasted long, mayb slightly more than 5 mins mayb 10? den we laugh so much, i was tearin and all our stomachs hurt rdy. we visited some beautiful places lyk the ethipothala falls, the white marble temple which was so cooling to the feet if u stood in the shade and there were many falcons circling the temple. we also visited the golconda fort, which was designed by the architects, who were also diamond cutters, which hyderabad was famous 4 in d past, diamonds and gems, lyk the golconda diamond. they applied and infused the techniques of diamond cutting into the architecture of the building. since they din have an alarm system,they shaped their arches lyk the inside of a diamond. this made use of the diamonds property in which they reflected light to reflect sound. if u stood in the center of these arches n made a big sound lyk a loud clap, it would reverberate and echo, producing a much larger sound which in the past cud travel around the whole fort, which had a diameter of 7 km. this was really cool, but i was d only one who tried it n i had no tym to record the sound cos evry1 left. u cud literally feel the vibrations rining thru ur body as if the whole fort was shaking. then there was school which was so much more boring the our classes. but it was so much easier and laid back.our buddies were nice and the hospitality and warmth was unparalleled. thanks to ppl like mr muruthi, mr ashok and the others. some ppls buddies were so enthu in class, glad mine wasnt.we had various competitions. out of 5 i tink we won four, n by we i mean uss. uss owns!!! me n bryan wer in the general knowledge quiz. we din think we wer gonna win but halfway we realised we cud do it. our giants werent so tall and strong anymore. we cud have scored so much more bt alot of the tym, we nv go wit our instinct or gut feeling. but we still won by a few points, i think 2. hahahas. we did some touring round ramoji film city, were we were staying, some places lyk the gardens were nice but other than that, it was quite lame. but we entertained ourselves by taking stupid fotos and videos. the food was good, damn good, juz that they tend to repeat alot of the dishes. sumtyms i cud eat three rounds, sumtyms i had no apetite(not cos im a picky eater, but...those ppl who know, good 4 u, those who dun, too bad). the other prob wit the food is dat it had alot of dahl, which gives ppl gas. alot of the guys, farted so much, i especially rmb yun, fart so much, even in ppls face! i din fart as much, but haha,wen i did he n hadi cannot take it, the whole room busou. my specialty was "silent killerr' n sumtyms i wud fart in the blanket then use it to shoot the air at them. ahhhaahaha. too much info. i missed her so much the whole tym, she was lyk the only thing on my mind sumtyms and it seemed lyk every song i heard was abt her. especially everywhere by michelle branch. it made me rmb her face so clearly as if she was in front of me. den the guys keep disturbin me bout it. dats abt all i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore- reached at lyk 5 or 6 am on the 25 of nov. yuns mum treat me mac  breakfast, thanks!, then gave me a lift back to my place. then i slept abit and unpack my india stuff n den started packing my sutff for phil. brought some clothes to the dry cleaners for drying. packed everything in lyk 1 hour. 13 days. den at 9+ i hit da road wit ma n sis, dad wasn coming, too busy a tym to go holiday.left on that day at lyk 12 i tink or is it 11? i juz rmb i was in three countries in 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phil-didnt git the sense of excitement i usually got wen i reached. i missed her too much...i stayed at my aunts hse, whic is a total bore, no basketball, no billiards, and no big tv wit ps2. almost evryday go mall and shop or see relatives. oh yeah in phil and india, i cudnt sleep. oni wen i got too tired to stay awake den i slept lyk during the yoga or space show at the science center in india which was so dark inisde , u cudnt see ur own hand in front of ur face, then they showed a starry sky and the guys voice was so montonous, mumbling about space or sumtin. snored in both places. oh n in the plane back, slept the whole way, cudnt finish the movie, i now pronounce u chuck and larry. k bak to phil...spnt so much shopping i tink lyk 200 to 300 each for me n my sis. stayed in a haunted house, no joke. i think i was too ignorant to experience anything cos every1 round me did. ders was oni 1 thing on my mind...shant elaborate. then i met sum of my damn cool relatives. went to this mall which is much cooler and bigger than vivo, nv got to watch hitman, it was pg13 and its nc16 here. unfair! phil goes by d us rating system, so if ur at least 13, u can watch all but the r movies. den my aunt treated us to the best donuts in california and now the phil. krispy kreme! they have the best original glazed donuts, which are crispy on the outside but juz melt away in ur mouth. that donut can beat any flavoured donut in the world. bought 2 dozen donuts, original glazed and assorted flavours lyk hersheys drak ckoc or cookies n creme, ny cheesecake, and many others. the simple sugar glazed donut wit coffee made me drool juz at d thot of it. wnt go karting too. i love driftin period. hurt my hand tho. no wonder they wear gloves. in india i got addicted to the rubiks cube, bought it in phil, n also bought the 4x4. i can alomost solve the 3x3, thx to my uncle, teachingn me the shorter steps. i juz need to learn the last step to solve the last side!!!!!!! goin crazy. still cant believe i survived the 25 day away from her, but i nv wana do it again. nv thot of some1 so much. lyk she haunted my mind. missed her so much X). aight, daz all folks. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-3239744705279553095?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/3239744705279553095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=3239744705279553095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3239744705279553095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3239744705279553095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/12/xingru-hahasthx.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-770842275396029574</id><published>2007-12-20T21:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:55:11.047+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>estee linkd u up rdy. thanks to all for relinkin me, sorry for d trouble! yea...kinda agree wit every1, the new skins kinda girly but it has some meaning to me personally n i think its tym for change, for sumtin new. but i can assure u, im still every bit a man, hell no i aint gay. dun worry Man, i wun take drugs, i dun have to, cos shes the sweetest drug. hahas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-770842275396029574?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/770842275396029574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=770842275396029574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/770842275396029574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/770842275396029574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/12/estee-linkd-u-up-rdy.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-5249656847984220449</id><published>2007-12-20T09:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:22:50.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i know the new skin's abit girly but i kinda like it. hahas. juz found dis video. dis guy is good. seriously. blake lewis is good too, bt i cudnt find his old video of beatboxing with singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHT7VK-5dFw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHT7VK-5dFw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-5249656847984220449?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/5249656847984220449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=5249656847984220449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5249656847984220449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5249656847984220449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/12/haha-i-know-new-skins-abit-girly-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-1732870637894148632</id><published>2007-12-14T21:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:31:43.731+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im nt so sure how 2 express myself soo...here goes nthin. thers sum1 i wanna thank fer evrythin she has given me. she has helped me see sides of myself i have nv seen n nvr knew existed. she has helped me rediscover myself and find out who i am. she has given me a heart to beat again in d place in my chest which used 2 b empty. n tho she holds my heart in a fatal grasp, she squeezes it o so gently sending pulses of ecstasy rippling thru every inch of my body. she has taught me 2 feel things i thot wer impossible n intangible n even tho these feelings are new 2 me and make me feel confused, i love it, no matter how excruciating. no one has ever journeyed as deep, past my outer shell and into my soul to play her little games and manipulative tricks. no one has ever affected and made me feel dis way b4 n i admit that i have fallen...hard. i nvr knew how good it felt b4 her skin brushed against mine, n till now, i hv nvr longed so much fer such touch. i crave the intimacy n tho i do not noe how to express my genuine feelings to her, i will learn to b her everything, bcos i will do anything to see her smile, i promise... baby, u make me better n 4 evrythin uve done, its my turn 2 return the favour, so dont worry abt anythin, i will take care of u, i swear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bnn&amp;mnky(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-1732870637894148632?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/1732870637894148632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=1732870637894148632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/1732870637894148632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/1732870637894148632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-nt-so-sure-how-2-express-myself-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-6802260360711225825</id><published>2007-12-09T01:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:33:40.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juz reached home. home. . .its kinda weird. . .callin this place home. . .but its home:) i'm not dat tired, but dats cos im happy. im sure ill collapse later but im so high!!!! i cant wait! its as if im the luckiest man alive. its like im counting down every second. ill fill in the details bout india and phil l8r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still miss u, n ill wait for u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-6802260360711225825?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/6802260360711225825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=6802260360711225825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/6802260360711225825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/6802260360711225825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/12/juz-reached-home.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-8860615771976826510</id><published>2007-11-10T21:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:55:17.235+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last week had bq with yun liang, estee and alice, they bought so much food but it was just the four of us. kenneth, haiman and hazim pangseh us. we ended up cooking so little food and still not being able to finish it all. but the food wasn't so bad. we had chicken, stingray, hotdogs, sotongballs and crabsticks. me and yun cooked most of it. the first batch we cooked was pretty much black cause someone but butter and it cooked too fast. we had lots of jolly shandy which the girls and yun had me buy cause they said they din look mature enough and some sparkling grape juice, but somem how it wasn't enuff. we played some games, the first was spin yun's hp. whoever it pointed to had to forfeit. yun was first and i was second. both of us had to eat burnt hot dogs, which we didn't of course. the second was guessing the number. whoever guessed the number had to forfeit. first was yun, second me then yun again. yun had to stand on top of the bbq and let the heat fry his balls, then he had to dance with two marshmellow sticks dipped in fondue that i made. i had to stuff 4 sotongballs in my mouth, plus one hotdog. not easy. somehow i think the games were rigged, the girls nv got any forfeits. they got to wathc us do stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only went to school on friday this week. was a great week. monday we went to set up the booth for the cleen and green school's carnival. the bus co din have a mini bus so they got us this giant bus for so little ppl. there was traffic and the bus driver took a damn long way so we were on the road for almost 2 hrs. we spent all that time playin cards. then haiman hazim tiff li liang and i went arnd marina square, funan and peninsula, looking for stuff to buy. hazim bought his mp4 and soccer boots. he was so high that he kept mentioning his boots. then on tues me man and zim had morning shift. i din really do any explaining and just slacked arnd. then i disturbed one kid who was looking at marcus group penguin. i asked him if he liked penguins and he said yes. then i told him if he didnt recycle they would all DDIIEE!!! it sounded so much better when i was jokin. zim laughed so much. the jaysree dared me to go to one of the primary school booths and ask them if they had kueh. that was cos their booth was decorated with hari raya colours and patterns. i asked them and they asked me to repeat. then i told them again and they asked what? then i told them again and he stood up and he asked me again, what are you saying? then i told him nvm u dun have it. then as i walked away zim looked at  me and we both laughed like hell. throughout the whole time i was there they were panicking, u cud just tell. they were looking at each other as if they din noe wat kueh was. then it was jaysree's turn. she asked them but they said they din noe wat kueh was. then she said it was very impt, and that they shud go and find out. marcus also went up to disturb them. then wed, we had aftnoon shift. zim and man had school but i pon. wasn't much ppl there cos schools normally go in the morn. we slacked and played cards. then thurs was deepavali. me gab tiff the twins shirley and xinyi went to kaya's house fo a party. we ate indian food played some ps2 then went down for badminton and played with sparklers. me gab and the twins made bon fires. some of them were loud but marcus one was the brightest. he broke all the sparklers and gathered the powder and set it on fire. it was so hot it melted the metal sticks. i played with kayas rubix cube and then it got passed on and it sparked so much interest. then it broke so we fixed it a few times. even kayas pop had a go at it. then we had this big debate over whther solving the rubix cube was logic or memorisation. almost all of us including lakshmi and excluding kaya and tiff argued it was memorisation. even xin yi who was the only one who could solve the cube said it was memorisation but kaya and tiff still insisted it was logic. we even found the booklet with all the steps to solving the cube. kayas fren lakshmi is a very interesting person. i've never really met anyone with the exact same taste in music and she even corrected me on my rhymes. she knows almost all the songs i know and soem i don't. i have a feeling she's gonna be a great fren. u never really come across someone whos dedicated to rap and hip hop everyday. i went o school on fri then went to science center to set up the booth for the clean and green singapore carnival. we set up pretty quick then i went around with atikah and aishah. we had free passes to ssc so we went arnd. then we ate at mac for a long time and marcus pangseh me. talked alot of crap and laughed at some of the exhibits. we were gonna watch a movie but someone had a curfew and would be late if we watched the movie so we wnt home. at yew tee, we were buyin drinks when zim man ahmad and zul came. the girls were surprised that the guys were so happy to see me bcos they were shoutin and everything. then us guys went to thaslims house. we slacked there and played cards then me and mzn sent fiza home. she was so sick that it looked like torture for her to walk and she was almost crying but she was so stubborn and didnt want me or man to carry her and kept sayin she was ok.but we got her home. the today we had the carnival. was late and saw yun kenneth and wee loon inside. me and marcus barely manned the booth and just went arnd wit the guys. we had lunch at the buffet reception. was quite full. then cleared up and went to school. frome there us guys went to thas house again. played cards and just slacked. then i had dinner wit my famliy. so sorry i couldn't support the dikir barat group. sorry! i had dinner in the area they performed, at a place called botak jones. their authentic american food is the best ive had so far. their chicken was soft and tender and the steak was great. their hot dogs were humongous and their portion of fires were so crazy i cudn't finish it all. i was soo full. ate alot today. and my body isn't feelig right. time to go exercise. whoa. . .i blogged so much? thats everything i guess. see ya round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-8860615771976826510?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457170533871515983.post-5577478001174940875</id><published>2007-10-23T09:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:31:40.792+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IIIIIImmmm BBBBaaaaaaaccck. i noe yall haven heard from me since the dinosaurs walked so imma start hittin the blogs again. haven been doin much, juz kickin it up if u know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLj9Aq9eNEQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLj9Aq9eNEQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="340" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-1812023836088604134</id><published>2007-08-14T19:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:45:49.919+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday: went to bugis and just hang out wit my sis. when we stepped out of the mrt at bugis station, bumped into joakim gomez. hes slightly taller than me. noooo. hes quite handsome and he was talkin to some girl. i wonder who sia. . .at bugis just walked around then bought ice cream and sat down and take pics. after that we went shopping. my sis buy so much!!! i think i bought like just three things. nothing much after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: din really do much. iqah said after her malay trip become fat. i see no difference! and she still eat chocolate somemore while waiting for me. she said she wanted to go for a jog but i think she exercised her mouth the most. hahaha. we talked and then sat down and talk somemore. then it started raining and we both got ourselves totally wet. den not fair sia, i forgot i wearin my school shoes and it was soaked. then she still wet me somemore. went to study after that.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go again and attempt to study more. got physics, eng, geo and french test this week. X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-1812023836088604134?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/1812023836088604134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=1812023836088604134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/1812023836088604134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/1812023836088604134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturday-went-to-bugis-and-just-hang.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-273048476905118033</id><published>2007-08-09T21:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:50.749+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;NDP was great guys. i felt that it was almost perfect except that the s'pore flag blew off my shoulder when i was installing it. good thing i hooked up the top, else it would havefallen tot eh ground, then i d be damn ashamed. cos its not even my country's flag! we took lots of pics after, all the appointment holders. during the picture taking darius started calling dorcas(is it spelled correctly?) big cheeks. and i kept rubbing my chin cos thats how tall she was. then i tried to apologise to her but i couldn't, cos i kept laughing. hung wit atiqah and fizah after that.took lots more pics and lots of random lame jokes and tons of smiling or laughing, or watever we wer doing. talked crap, played basketball and just slacked in the icare room till sometime in the afternoon. its been a while since ive really just laid back like that. thanks to atiqah and fiza. but now theyre both in m'sia. X) dis da pic of the day. i don think shed want me to be showing this but some say it looks kinda cute. maybe i think so too. hahaha. i love spontaneity. it makes great photos.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096718082522645458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrsuF60Sg9I/AAAAAAAAADk/JxkHooWolg0/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-273048476905118033?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/273048476905118033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=273048476905118033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/273048476905118033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/273048476905118033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/08/ndp-was-great-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrsuF60Sg9I/AAAAAAAAADk/JxkHooWolg0/s72-c/Image082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457170533871515983.post-4803760162820303277</id><published>2007-08-08T22:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:53.899+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnvDq0Sg8I/AAAAAAAAADc/0qtaSFtBFv0/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096367299658679234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnvDq0Sg8I/AAAAAAAAADc/0qtaSFtBFv0/s320/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yusof ishak is shrinking!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrntWK0Sg3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dVIaqixicwI/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096365418463003506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrntWK0Sg3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dVIaqixicwI/s320/Image084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nurul strong seyyy!! she was smiling but then she couldn't take it. hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrntWq0Sg4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/xA5CoU2Cku8/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096365427052938114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrntWq0Sg4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/xA5CoU2Cku8/s320/Image086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haiman loves his ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrntXK0Sg5I/AAAAAAAAADE/tnBAsQ6Hzxg/s1600-h/P1020708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096365435642872722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrntXK0Sg5I/AAAAAAAAADE/tnBAsQ6Hzxg/s320/P1020708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brotherhood!! from shortest to tallest. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrntX60Sg6I/AAAAAAAAADM/kfm8ZGC5s8M/s1600-h/Image088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096365448527774626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrntX60Sg6I/AAAAAAAAADM/kfm8ZGC5s8M/s320/Image088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; atiqah and fizah complaining, asking why my feet so big. how do i know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrntYa0Sg7I/AAAAAAAAADU/wLd-2Mge4hc/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096365457117709234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrntYa0Sg7I/AAAAAAAAADU/wLd-2Mge4hc/s320/Image078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; try to act taller than me!!!!haha p.s. shes standing on the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnsk60SgyI/AAAAAAAAACM/oKz_s0RMz6A/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096364572354446114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnsk60SgyI/AAAAAAAAACM/oKz_s0RMz6A/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leaning tower of sushi plates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnslK0SgzI/AAAAAAAAACU/yj9p5-ByXRI/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096364576649413426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnslK0SgzI/AAAAAAAAACU/yj9p5-ByXRI/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;moshi moshi! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnsla0Sg0I/AAAAAAAAACc/NJ-I3TTsKgg/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096364580944380738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnsla0Sg0I/AAAAAAAAACc/NJ-I3TTsKgg/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all gone. now so lonely, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnslq0Sg1I/AAAAAAAAACk/SCMj2ImCUV8/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096364585239348050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnslq0Sg1I/AAAAAAAAACk/SCMj2ImCUV8/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of my dad's and my favorite sushi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnsl60Sg2I/AAAAAAAAACs/DZbpyj9-xZ0/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096364589534315362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnsl60Sg2I/AAAAAAAAACs/DZbpyj9-xZ0/s320/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and parade commander!! act big siaa,.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnqIK0SgtI/AAAAAAAAABk/DgiTf4l9rkQ/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096361879409951442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnqIK0SgtI/AAAAAAAAABk/DgiTf4l9rkQ/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis, my brother's sis and me at vivo. the others too bored waitin for the movie but don wan to take pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnqIa0SguI/AAAAAAAAABs/IMTbvJeb_pI/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096361883704918754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnqIa0SguI/AAAAAAAAABs/IMTbvJeb_pI/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dad and i playin pool at his office. he has the only key to the room. cool eh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnqIq0SgvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KivzBIs1QyU/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096361887999886066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnqIq0SgvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KivzBIs1QyU/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;making the balls look nice before we break. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnqI60SgwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pyvKx37uLPg/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096361892294853378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnqI60SgwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pyvKx37uLPg/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnqJK0SgxI/AAAAAAAAACE/sQNfMQFcyJg/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096361896589820690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnqJK0SgxI/AAAAAAAAACE/sQNfMQFcyJg/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnpiq0SgoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-f54WVXMzfE/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096361235164856962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnpiq0SgoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-f54WVXMzfE/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the artist, yours truly, took me 15 mins! so long. . .she wore mini-skirt the next day to show it off. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnpjK0SgpI/AAAAAAAAABE/Hgl5ocvcssc/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096361243754791570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnpjK0SgpI/AAAAAAAAABE/Hgl5ocvcssc/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was eating and bukit timah then i noticed this. there was alot of funny mistakes at that restaurant &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnpj60SgqI/AAAAAAAAABM/HHfYAXsqjd4/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096361256639693474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnpj60SgqI/AAAAAAAAABM/HHfYAXsqjd4/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my cousins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnpkq0SgrI/AAAAAAAAABU/p2flFCyubyE/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096361269524595378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rrnpkq0SgrI/AAAAAAAAABU/p2flFCyubyE/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awww. . .she's shy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnplK0SgsI/AAAAAAAAABc/Pj32lszmVdU/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096361278114529986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnplK0SgsI/AAAAAAAAABc/Pj32lszmVdU/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i told him to give me his biggest smile, but he cudnt hold it very long. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get more pics for you to see. i got a few pics i dono if i shud show but for now, this is enuff rite? ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-4803760162820303277?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/4803760162820303277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=4803760162820303277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/4803760162820303277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/4803760162820303277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/08/yusof-ishak-is-shrinking-nurul-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RrnvDq0Sg8I/AAAAAAAAADc/0qtaSFtBFv0/s72-c/Image072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457170533871515983.post-4104896935511672500</id><published>2007-08-04T18:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:04:30.210+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>errr...wow. i havent blogged in a month. well..ive been lazy, hehehe. shi ling, see? i still blog. i havent stopped. im in our schools ndp! but we have to meet up so much, and my voice does tend to run away after the trainings. im a conducting specialist, or is it conducting warrant? basically, i have to raise the s'pore flag and i will be shouting commands during the march pass. when the contigents pass me, i have to shout pandang kehadapan pan - dang, which means look to the front. and there are eight contigents, so i have to shout eight times. during training, the ncc officer sometimes makes them repeat the march pass cos the drill sucked, so there was once i shouted the same command 24 times non stop! i passed my drill test! finally. we were supposed to take it last year but they kept postponing it. i love pool! my dad has the key to the pool table at his office so i can play as much as i want. sweet! as for basketball, i still need to practice more and more often. ive forgotten bout so many things i should write down here, but ill find out. and ill upload the pics next time. gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-4104896935511672500?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/4104896935511672500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=4104896935511672500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/4104896935511672500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/4104896935511672500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/08/errr.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-9009148144619575647</id><published>2007-07-05T20:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:37:24.275+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do things screw themselves up? ppl arent talking to me and things seem to be goin awry. how do ppl just blab out this personal stuff on their blogs? i wanna talk to someone but the ppl i usually talk to either arent talkin to me or are nv free. its sad. life is so rushed. the singaporean life is just cheong cheong and do this do that. get rich quick and show off. its too stressful. why cant they slow down and enjoy every minute? they perverted life into a sick and twisted game. how do i contact old friends? its hard to track them down cos theyre prob still in the same international school i left or theyve migrated. i really wanna find them. hang out find out wat theyre like now and mayb well become even better friends then before. my  motther wants me to do that but she afraid that our different lifestyles might clash. i guss theres a small part of me that thinks that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-9009148144619575647?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/9009148144619575647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=9009148144619575647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/9009148144619575647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/9009148144619575647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-do-things-screw-themselves-up-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-5741626019543788891</id><published>2007-07-03T20:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:49:15.492+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will not be able to update often. . .im sorry. . . i ve got too much stuff to take care of. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we fall? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-5741626019543788891?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/5741626019543788891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=5741626019543788891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5741626019543788891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5741626019543788891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-will-not-be-able-to-update-often.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-7332408405079371711</id><published>2007-06-29T21:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:58:51.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>apparently aomebody has misunderstood my words. i could never bring myself to beat up a girl, im not so bad, and im sorry you think that way. im not gonna take revenge and what i meant by youre gonna get whats comin to you is that im gonna let things take care of themselves. i dun believe in it but maybe karma does work. as for calling you a bitch, im kinda sorry i said that, but being angry makes people stupid and i didnt think before i spoke. stay angry at me for all you want. but ive already forgotten everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-7332408405079371711?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/7332408405079371711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=7332408405079371711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/7332408405079371711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/7332408405079371711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/06/apparently-aomebody-has-misunderstood.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-8710219188431320954</id><published>2007-06-28T15:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T15:51:29.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wat is it wit females? . . .theyre frustrating like heck . . .but i cant live witout em. today is xing ru's birthday. enjoy your birthday lil girl. today was totally out of whack. PE was juz ok. i was half sleepin during lessons, same wit yun liang. ppl usually hyper wer tired today and ppl who wer normally quiet were friggin hyper. we changed seats alot today. sat wit hazim, had a nice chat. sat at my place, then changed to in front of li liang. . . that b*tch. she waz throwing eraser dust at me the whole lesson. then she started poking me wit paper. i warned her. then she continued. i sprayed her with a friends nike water bottle and she dumped her whole bottle on my seat. my pants got extremely wet. then she started packing up so she could run off after the bell. after the bell she grabbed my a maths textbook and i chased her to the girls toilet. B*TCH. i got my book back, at the price of suppressing my vengeance. shes gonna get whats comin to her. . .one way or another. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too long ago, i remembered someone i might have loved. i might never see her again but i hope i do. shell probably nv see this but. . . i miss you babe. . . be happy for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-8710219188431320954?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/8710219188431320954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=8710219188431320954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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busy rite now. update a lil later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-5897366862696859548?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/5897366862696859548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=5897366862696859548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5897366862696859548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5897366862696859548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-try-my-best-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-3156048730889544210</id><published>2007-06-16T15:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:35:26.359+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-EDITED-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twas winter's day,&lt;br /&gt;yet, it was dark,&lt;br /&gt;colours lost lustre,&lt;br /&gt;fire, lost spark,&lt;br /&gt;fuel, lost taste,&lt;br /&gt;bland as treewood,&lt;br /&gt;in irony they laughed,&lt;br /&gt;it could not be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the colours, they left me,&lt;br /&gt;there was absence of taste,&lt;br /&gt;the senses had waned,&lt;br /&gt;i had to make haste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;images of her,&lt;br /&gt;haunted my mind,&lt;br /&gt;clouded my head,&lt;br /&gt;i had to find,&lt;br /&gt;a way to forget,&lt;br /&gt;to ease the pain,&lt;br /&gt;to stop thinkin bout 'er,&lt;br /&gt;to forget her beautiful name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing that i felt,&lt;br /&gt;how could it be stopped?&lt;br /&gt;i look to one person,&lt;br /&gt;He lit my life up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: yours truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-3156048730889544210?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/3156048730889544210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=3156048730889544210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3156048730889544210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3156048730889544210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/06/twas-winters-day-yet-it-was-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-7451438096753660791</id><published>2007-06-12T23:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:53:27.695+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's the only thang that keeps me up (up),&lt;br /&gt;when i'm feelin down,&lt;br /&gt;i dunno about you,&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta keep my arms around,&lt;br /&gt;cos i've searched and dun find,&lt;br /&gt;and its hard to find another shortie like mine,&lt;br /&gt;baby thats fine,&lt;br /&gt;addicted to how we kick it,&lt;br /&gt;cute face, nice size like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinkin bout her. everythin just goes back to her. went for camp last week-end. been on a movie marathon. been hangin out wit my fren faaruq. his sisters too. they're not bad. went to wild wild wet before the camp. aft the camp had kfc wit my frens at my house while watchin just follow law. been watchin the movies i've been wantin to watch but nvr did. and i think i solved my homework problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-7451438096753660791?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/7451438096753660791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=7451438096753660791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/7451438096753660791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/7451438096753660791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/06/shes-only-thang-that-keeps-me-up-up.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-8700820496829772347</id><published>2007-06-07T14:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:46:50.883+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man, i haven't felt like updating in a while. i'm don wanna talk bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Outta My System"(Bow Wow feat. T-Pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[T-Pain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bow Wow - speaking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I Just keep thinking about you (oh Baby)&lt;br /&gt;I mean I wanna move on but I can't move on (ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;It's like you have some kind of hold on me and I don't Know (oh ohh oh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;But Imma go ahead and talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting looking out the window like damn&lt;br /&gt;Tryna fix this situation that's at hand&lt;br /&gt;You still running through my mind when I'm knowing that you shouldn't be,&lt;br /&gt;Me all on yo mind and I'm knowing that it couldn't be&lt;br /&gt;Cause you ain't call and I ain't even appalled&lt;br /&gt;I still got allot of pain I ain't dealt wit it all&lt;br /&gt;I been running round with other chicks, I'm single and they loving it, I'm liking it but I just want the one that I was in love with.&lt;br /&gt;That's not the end of it, I'm tryna let you know I can't,&lt;br /&gt;Get a grip of it is what I'm tryna let you know.&lt;br /&gt;You got a hold or some kind of control of me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is, but I gotta get you gone from me&lt;br /&gt;I'm working at it and it ain't getting no better just tryna be like, yeah, forget it, whatever Instead of staring out this glass looking at this bad weather, damn I gotta pull myself together Cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - T-Pain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with somebody, all I think bout is you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone, that's all I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smiling faces in my sidekick,&lt;br /&gt;Outta town visits, all the time we spent together makes it hard&lt;br /&gt;to get you outta my system.&lt;br /&gt;You know what you do to me (do to me)&lt;br /&gt;You don't even understand (damn)&lt;br /&gt;You know what you do to me (do to me)&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to get you outta my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too attached, my heart won't let me fall back&lt;br /&gt;I got it bad, that's what you can call that (ah)&lt;br /&gt;When I see you in the streets, that's the worse for me&lt;br /&gt;Used to love the little things you did, that's what works for me&lt;br /&gt;It's too major, don't see you on my pager,&lt;br /&gt;Know what you doing, where you at, or can I see you later? (Can I see you later?)&lt;br /&gt;The fellas telling me 'just let her go Bow', believe me, I'm trying man, I just don't know how (Just don't know how)&lt;br /&gt;I be in all the top spots, leaving with the hot shots, knowing they just want me cause I'm in the top spot&lt;br /&gt;That's not poppin and my brain aint stopping, thinking&lt;br /&gt;Who she with, or where she going, is she club hoppin?&lt;br /&gt;I never had this kind of problem in my life, this is my first time dealing with this kind of fight&lt;br /&gt;It's every night and every flight and every time you in my sight,&lt;br /&gt;Damn this aint even right, cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - T-Pain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with somebody, all I think bout is you (yeaa)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone, that's all I wanna do (yeaaaa)&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smiling faces in my sidekick,&lt;br /&gt;Outta town visits, all the time we spent together makes it hard&lt;br /&gt;to get you outta my system. (ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;You know what you do to me (do to me)&lt;br /&gt;You don't even understand (damn)&lt;br /&gt;You know what you do to me (do to me)&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to get you outta my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook - Bow Wow]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong for me to feel this way, you been running through my mind all day&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;I been tryna get you off my mind, but I cant after all this time&lt;br /&gt;That's what kills me&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong for me to feel this way, you been running through my mind all day&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;I been tryna get you off my mind, but I cant after all this time&lt;br /&gt;And it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - T-Pain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with somebody, all I think bout is you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone, that's all I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smiling faces in my sidekick,&lt;br /&gt;Outta town visits, all the time we spent together makes it hard&lt;br /&gt;to get you outta my system. (Hard to get you outtt)&lt;br /&gt;You know what you do to me (do to me)&lt;br /&gt;You don't even understand (damn)&lt;br /&gt;You know what you do to me (do to me)&lt;br /&gt;So hard to get you outta my system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bow Wow - speaking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything that me and you talked about&lt;br /&gt;Me and you had our whole lives planned out together (oh ohh oh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;And if I could, I would, turn back the hands of time and correct all my mistakes that I ever did But now I guess I gotta move on, right?&lt;br /&gt;It's still hard and I still love you till this day&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-8700820496829772347?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/8700820496829772347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=8700820496829772347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/8700820496829772347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/8700820496829772347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/06/man-i-havent-felt-like-updating-in.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-954658668193649531</id><published>2007-06-03T09:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T09:28:12.832+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm travelling a rocky road, i'm glad i'm not alone. i've been thinking alot, about many things, sometimes i think so much that i get headaches and have to sleep it off. people haven't really been so trustworthy lately. i don't know if i making the right decisions but i pray for guidance, that i might. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-954658668193649531?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/954658668193649531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=954658668193649531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/954658668193649531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/954658668193649531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-travelling-rocky-road-im-glad-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-410597904087675565</id><published>2007-05-31T23:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:26:22.072+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updating. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with that person again. i'm glad we're getting along. i don't know why but something about being around that person makes me happy, and so i hope to induce the same. i feel the care and, i just don't know. there's that sense of caring and tenderness around that person. funny thing though, is that i can't seem to think straight around that person. i hope to develop a stronger relationship as friends and that it can be recognised. i just don't like lying i guess? i can't believe i'm actually using the phone alot more than i used to. was using it in the bathtub. haha. it's quite comfortable actually. but i was covered in sweat cause i just finished playing basketball. it's so frustrating! i lost 'the touch' for the ball. guess i got to practice alot more. see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-410597904087675565?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/410597904087675565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=410597904087675565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/410597904087675565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/410597904087675565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/05/updating.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-5644826866193706689</id><published>2007-05-30T20:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T20:07:54.469+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another short post, the reason i'm making this post? to get the message out to someone, cause im not sure i can do it any other way. if ever i cross the line or make you feel uncomfortable, just tell me, you know i'm just kidding right? don't ignore me like that. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-5644826866193706689?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/5644826866193706689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=5644826866193706689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5644826866193706689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5644826866193706689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-short-post-reason-im-making.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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-7457170533871515983.post-5120691257566207414</id><published>2007-05-30T16:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:54.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rl1IqcFPxjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AaGbUbyo0mo/s1600-h/Botanic+Garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070288649418950194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rl1IqcFPxjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AaGbUbyo0mo/s320/Botanic+Garden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmmm. . .where do i start? i went for a walk last night. . .really helped me get things into perspective. i had a great conversation, learnt a few things and returned the favour by teaching a few things as well. the walk was great though there weren't many stars but it helped me to understand that person better. it helped me to understand the complication that person was in because i was that person's confidante. i learnt that i was that person's shoulder to lean on and that was kinda cool cause i don't usually know that people are depending on me. my ptc today was cancelled cause both my peeps were at work, but i heard from alice that i got top in cohort. YEAH! but now i owe her a drink, but wat the heck? i've been talking a lot to my darling and haven't even started on my holiday homework. girls keep on distracting me and preventing me from starting my work. msg after msg, its like my phone is ringing non-stop but it helps that my ringtone has a heavy beat and just sounds cool, it's called fresh azimiz by bow wow. alice wants to dig my eyes out. hahas. oh yeah, guys out there, heres a tip, always have wads of cash on you cause girls, they're expensive. my darling, she's a tough one to please, i can't seem to meet her expectations. but hey, with a cute face, nice shape and booty like that? i can't help but try. hahas. i know my posts are short but i'll make up for it. trust is important. if you trust your partner enough to go steady, you should trust them enough to know they will be faithful. peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-5120691257566207414?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/5120691257566207414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=5120691257566207414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5120691257566207414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/5120691257566207414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rl1IqcFPxjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AaGbUbyo0mo/s72-c/Botanic+Garden.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457170533871515983.post-4257946745505819942</id><published>2007-05-27T19:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:54.648+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rll3nMFPxiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lTjzRw_gN0c/s1600-h/Shalom+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069214370724038178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rll3nMFPxiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lTjzRw_gN0c/s320/Shalom+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*thud (jaw hitting the floor) hey shi ling, you gotta come over sometime. i need to learn the stuff you didn't teach me. hey thanks alot. i was just awed when i first saw the blog. it's a far cry from the previous look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-4257946745505819942?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/4257946745505819942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=4257946745505819942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/4257946745505819942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/4257946745505819942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-shi-ling-you-gotta-come-over.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/Rll3nMFPxiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lTjzRw_gN0c/s72-c/Shalom+192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457170533871515983.post-3301746454094306673</id><published>2007-05-27T09:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:54.794+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RljpssFPxhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5_tlX65ijfc/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069058334562174482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RljpssFPxhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5_tlX65ijfc/s320/DSC00141.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not sure what's supposed to be in a blog but my impression is that i'm supposed to put in personal stuff right? i haven't started on that but i assure you i will. if there is anything you want to know just ask, don't be a wuss. i'm also working on adding some music on my blog so you can have a taste of my music. peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-3301746454094306673?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/3301746454094306673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=3301746454094306673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3301746454094306673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/3301746454094306673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-not-sure-whats-supposed-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RljpssFPxhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5_tlX65ijfc/s72-c/DSC00141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457170533871515983.post-4707751328458154434</id><published>2007-05-26T15:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:54.868+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RljoEsFPxgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZYjon-5GJTg/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069056547855779330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RljoEsFPxgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZYjon-5GJTg/s320/DSC00147.JPG" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just created this blog and its 5 pm. i hope i can make this blog fun and decent enough for viewing. thanks to shi ling for giving me the slight push i needed to make this blog and wirda for keeping me company, yo&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u guys rock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457170533871515983-4707751328458154434?l=confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/feeds/4707751328458154434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457170533871515983&amp;postID=4707751328458154434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/4707751328458154434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457170533871515983/posts/default/4707751328458154434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-by-her-games.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post!'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937756170530848210</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z61xd1v_cqA/RljoEsFPxgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZYjon-5GJTg/s72-c/DSC00147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
