<?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-28477949</id><updated>2012-01-28T01:10:23.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bringing awesome back!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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Christmas sucked ass this year.&lt;br /&gt;Why do i even anticipate it in the first place anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, some time with the family, friends and maybe the boyfriend, sounds fine and dandy.&lt;br /&gt;All year round, i wanted it to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;When it's finally here, and if it falls below perfect,&lt;br /&gt;things seem to take a different direction.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hating on Christmas cos it's baby jesus' birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Just saying that maybe i shouldn't have such high expectations of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I've learnt this holiday is that,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i have too much time on my hands these days,&lt;br /&gt;that it has turned me into some kind of obsessive girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i need to take step back and focus on being with myself for a change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too co-dependent for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Why do i need other people to make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;If i don't learn how to make myself happy, how is anyone supposed to do that for me?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really bothers if you're upset anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It's being a burden to people.&lt;br /&gt;They have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Time to chin up and fight my own battles.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, through a bad experience, i've learned something.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still love my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry for being such a pain in the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for dealing with this wreck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1647712324762224939?l=almosteuphoric.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-28477949.post-4858494118765632289</id><published>2011-12-11T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:35:29.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decided to resurrect my dead, dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 months, nothing much changed, i supposed?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still as busy as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Juggling what needs to be juggled.&lt;br /&gt;The thing about this year is, it's passing extremely fast.&lt;br /&gt;When i was younger, i used to wait forever for Christmas to come.&lt;br /&gt;At this age, it comes faster than speed racer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do what i do best at the end of the year,&lt;br /&gt;reflect about life, like an old grandmother on a rocking chair.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy and very blissful with Sean.&lt;br /&gt;I can proudly say that it is the most successful relationship that i had so far.&lt;br /&gt;I love/hate that boy. Maybe more hate, but he makes it up for being adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship isn't a bed of roses, we do have our fights.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that we are able to solve them and still go back to normal after that.&lt;br /&gt;Love you swine lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda glad i met the friends i have in RP now.&lt;br /&gt;Though i only known them for a few months,&lt;br /&gt;they have been there for me in quite a few situations and occasions.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, we have already been through some drama together.&lt;br /&gt;Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i meet new people and all,&lt;br /&gt;i still miss my old ones.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Cecilia and Rima, they were my other soul mates.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having them in the same class as me, going through shit in school together.&lt;br /&gt;But now, ugh, i don't even get to see them and i hardly talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;Miss them so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a final note: I wish Christmas would last all year long.&lt;br /&gt;The carols, the food, the drinks, the decorations, the company.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ALL OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-4858494118765632289?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/4858494118765632289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=4858494118765632289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4858494118765632289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4858494118765632289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2011/12/decided-to-resurrect-my-dead-dead-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-4977627896996025059</id><published>2011-09-21T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T02:12:49.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boyfriend always hating on other people's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gets me worried about mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;QUICK, SOMEBODY GIVE ME A CRASH COURSE ON HOW TO MAKE MY BLOG INTERESTING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FASTER, FASTER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has a blog too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His feels like a soccer forum, filled with updates about scores and players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, ALL SPURS FANS OUT THERE, FOR MORE UPDATES,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PLEASE LOG ONTO SPILLEDVENOM.WORDPRESS.COM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so lame, it must be the night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things to look forward to/or not:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- 4 more days to my 11th month (which means, 1 month and 4 days to our first year!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-14 more days to school reopening (look at the amount of fucks i give, whoops, no surprise... none!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-2 more days to my UT results (don't know how to react to this actually)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-5 more days to the DCID camp (which i'm not going, cos i hate camps and i can't be bothered. [and Sean would say, "wah, rebel now ah?"] and i am.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But this i know for sure, i still got eyes for you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-4977627896996025059?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/4977627896996025059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=4977627896996025059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4977627896996025059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4977627896996025059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2011/09/boyfriend-always-hating-on-other.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-6418257398499139491</id><published>2011-09-21T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T01:46:13.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fucking annoyed with technology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, at least for my school's technology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A paperless learning system"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just shove a sock in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what happens if my laptop crashed on me one fine day and i have to go to school the next day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am i supposed to borrow the laptop from the school till i buy a new laptop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if i'm poor? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The school's gonna buy one for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams i supposed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why can't it be like other normal schools?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something more efficient and reliable like books?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pen? paper? learning notes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet by the end of their poly life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My school students all suffer from myopia because of the constant use of the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What pisses me off so much is that when i want tot get my laptop system fixed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to go to the freaking IT help desk in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IN FUCKING WOODLANDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To go get it fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I usually can get normal people to do it for me, but noooo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to get fucking school people to help me out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dumbfucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6418257398499139491?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6418257398499139491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6418257398499139491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6418257398499139491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6418257398499139491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2011/09/fucking-annoyed-with-technology.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-6484872185025161600</id><published>2011-08-11T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T01:40:15.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing that I've really got to learn about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STOP WALLOWING IN SELF-PITY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one really cares when you're being pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I might as well chin up and stiffen up that upper lip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos, no one is gonna be there to fight my battles for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sympathy doesn't make things easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6484872185025161600?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6484872185025161600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6484872185025161600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6484872185025161600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6484872185025161600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-thing-that-ive-really-got-to-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-6698135747996741719</id><published>2011-08-07T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T21:47:33.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BALANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that my life depends on and revolves around this magical word.&lt;br /&gt;24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week is simply not enough anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how well I'm handling things.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, i can stop working and continue feeding off of my parents or&lt;br /&gt;my adamant boyfriend would want to attempt to support me,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess I'm too independent to do so.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm juggling, work, school, boyfriend, family, KC friends, RP friends, MDIS friends...&lt;br /&gt;Somebody give me a fucking medal already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, i still feel like,&lt;br /&gt;i have not accomplished enough.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god,&lt;br /&gt;cut me some slack why don't you?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be good from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6698135747996741719?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6698135747996741719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6698135747996741719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6698135747996741719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6698135747996741719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2011/08/balance-i-find-that-my-life-depends-on.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-1012104579397398194</id><published>2011-08-07T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T21:34:44.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGvb3jHqL-A/Tj6TfKMsm2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/T16hSnTb6gU/s1600/tumblr_lpd4xzcdxY1qzmh6eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGvb3jHqL-A/Tj6TfKMsm2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/T16hSnTb6gU/s400/tumblr_lpd4xzcdxY1qzmh6eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638105947037277026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All i can say is, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY GABEY BABY?! WHY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, Sean Yeo Zhenyu is so damn happy that my hopes of marrying Gabe are dashed.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NOW? I ADMIT DEFEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to find a cure for this obsession.&lt;br /&gt;My oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you just got one life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1012104579397398194?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1012104579397398194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=1012104579397398194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1012104579397398194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1012104579397398194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-i-can-say-is-why-gabey-baby-why.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGvb3jHqL-A/Tj6TfKMsm2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/T16hSnTb6gU/s72-c/tumblr_lpd4xzcdxY1qzmh6eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-6490738275685516919</id><published>2011-07-03T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:19:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625153086568848738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDwKcaMVyOk/ThCO7cwg3WI/AAAAAAAAAW4/eYPeSr7Hpp8/s400/header.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NIGHT SHADES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COBRA STARSHIP'S NEW ALBUM.&lt;br /&gt;MUST HAVE... MAJOR WANT... CAN'T MAINTAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625156433892572114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHmdmi7MF0U/ThCR-Sgre9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/AMDh3xB3mbA/s400/tumblr_ljrt2lirCg1qc0dzyo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which only means, more of my baby.&lt;br /&gt;Okay second baby, before i get hell from Mr S.A.Tan himself.&lt;br /&gt;But thennnn, my asshole classmate said he looks like this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tedmosbyisnotajerk.com/images/ted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.tedmosbyisnotajerk.com/images/ted.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ted mosby from How I Met Your Mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL NOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Burst my fucking bubble. Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LAUNCH THE ALBUM ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;SHIVERING IN ANTICIPATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What i've been missing in my life, what i've been dreaming of. You'll be that guy.&lt;/em&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/28477949-6490738275685516919?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6490738275685516919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6490738275685516919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6490738275685516919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6490738275685516919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2011/07/night-shades-cobra-starships-new-album.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/-ZDwKcaMVyOk/ThCO7cwg3WI/AAAAAAAAAW4/eYPeSr7Hpp8/s72-c/header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-2451870413373822078</id><published>2011-05-09T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:39:31.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is it that at the age of 19 I'm still treated like as though I'm only 9?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is that other people are allowed to travel with their friends and I can't cos it's deemed 'dangerous'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thing is, EVERYWHERE IS DANGEROUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singapore is dangerous too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You people care for my safety, okay, fair enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does this mean that parents that allow their child to travel overseas with their friends don't care about their safety?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pretty sure that I'll allow my child to have a life when she turns 19.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Provided that she texts back to Singapore every few hours just so i know she's safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHICH I AGREED TO DO, BUT YOU PEOPLE STILL GAVE ME NO LEEWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So be it, I'll never be able to travel alone till I'm fucking married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least i had my grandma and auntie that agreed to let me go and is on my side about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry, but I'm never gonna be able to agree with you people on this perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-2451870413373822078?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/2451870413373822078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=2451870413373822078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2451870413373822078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2451870413373822078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-is-it-that-at-age-of-19-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-8696014812745293663</id><published>2011-02-23T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:00:51.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people just have it better than others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And others will just have to work a little harder than the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow or another, i still believe that things will turn out for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not now, maybe in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right at this moment, i just want to give thanks for all that i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not much, but it's something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to believe that what little things i have now, it's enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Jealousy's the cousin of greed.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find myself constantly comparing and being envious of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should really go trigger happy on myself with my imaginary rifle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna be contented. REALLY contented with what i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living in a world with materialistic wants, makes happiness very complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody said life was going to be easy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8696014812745293663?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8696014812745293663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8696014812745293663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8696014812745293663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8696014812745293663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-people-just-have-it-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-7098277229743328900</id><published>2011-01-16T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:55:06.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just face it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never know how successful I'll be in the future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nor do i know if the path i chose would be the right one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so, after all that consideration,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just gonna play it by ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let life decide what it wants to do with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also because 90% of the time, people do not end up doing what they studied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this new environment, new education, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just hope it doesn't bite me in the ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please let it be extremely kind to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But well, even if i don't like it, I'm going to give it my all this time round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Survive poly the next 3 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so about O's result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It ain't good, neither is it bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course i could have done better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in all honesty, i was already motherfreaking happy that i passed my math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This chapter of life is finally done and closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pretty sure that almost everyone is being succumbed to society's standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just today, i told these two primary 6 girls my points for O's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and where I'm headed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They said, "that's baaaad." (which isn't wrong, mind you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are my two favourite primary 6 girls and i adore them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but their perception of what's successful is only when you can get into a JC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are the kids of today who have been brain washed by society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's good these kids has high hopes and goals, and god bless them, I'm sure they'll end up being very successful in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all I'm saying is, why so narrow minded?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I refuse to be sucked into the society's standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm setting my own standard, and yes, I'll always be average.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm happy being average, it's just gonna be my own expectations from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boyfriend is haunting me with my past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then it god me thinking, my blog was really amusing in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It used to be about my daily events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The silliness and all its glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now as i grow older, I'm becoming boring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these seriousness is depressing, and who the hell bothers to read such a long ass post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Growing up, you suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yours sincerely, woman who is living in denial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Og agus saor go deo (live forever young and free)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-7098277229743328900?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/7098277229743328900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=7098277229743328900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7098277229743328900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7098277229743328900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-just-face-it-i-will-never-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-215350657470624786</id><published>2011-01-05T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:12:11.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TSNLM6KOYgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/K02V6mbOs0Q/s1600/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558369050247979522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TSNLM6KOYgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/K02V6mbOs0Q/s400/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA. I laughed so hard at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558369054682815922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TSNLNKrknbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/svAIeu_qFiI/s400/tumblr_ledi8wWJdB1qb725jo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;To simply put it, &lt;strong&gt;SAME SHIT, DIFFERENT YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolutions is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to have no resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, all i want to do is just survive this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learn as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have as much fun as i possibly could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2010 was one hell of a ride, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new school, new friends, new experiences for old and dear friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new knowledge at my job, lost and found love, new memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't all that bad, neither was it exactly fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just glad that from all that, I've grown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better, maybe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another year of possibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some friendships are worthy of being saved, but both parties are too arrogant or ignorant to resolve any animosity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so i conclude, so be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then there are other friendships that i feel, are not worthy of being saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends yes, back to the way we were, no way in hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You clearly chose the path you wanna live, and so did i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, yeah, MOVING ON~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a bite of my heart tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-215350657470624786?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/215350657470624786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=215350657470624786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/215350657470624786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/215350657470624786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2011/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/TSNLM6KOYgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/K02V6mbOs0Q/s72-c/IMG_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-1007432789959012704</id><published>2010-12-26T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T01:29:17.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TRYfcnaNaLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/bIPrU-N7hLE/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554661766883797170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TRYfcnaNaLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/bIPrU-N7hLE/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, i think we all need it sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNNNNND, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; PARTY PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEACE ON EARTH, GOODWILL TO ALL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Christmas this year can only be described in one word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I usually hate special occasions cos, it's pretty much suck ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year i had all i can ever asked for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mass with family, Christmas eve with mi amor, gifts exchange with darlings, drinking session at godparent's place, lunch and dinner with relatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good company. Good food. Good drinks. Good presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wad.up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come to think of it, i waited so damn long for Christmas to arrive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and in a blink of an eye, it's gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then 2011 comes along and here we go all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frankly, I'm both excited and scared for 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what obstacles I'm gonna face for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yet, I'm dying to find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embrace life, take a dive into all the conundrums that's coming your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2010 can suck it. 2011, BRING IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess living in the moment isn't so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I usually like to see the bigger picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I'm getting too old and too tired for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's in that moment that you truly enjoy yourself without the doubts about our past and worries for the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In that moment, all we have is you and i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm completely contented with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna forget about all that animosity in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New year, new start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a million guys around but i don't see no one but you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1007432789959012704?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1007432789959012704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=1007432789959012704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1007432789959012704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1007432789959012704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/12/yeah-i-think-we-all-need-it-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/TRYfcnaNaLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/bIPrU-N7hLE/s72-c/IMG_0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-3945518204324866601</id><published>2010-12-05T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:19:55.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR ALL DOG LOVERS OR HARRY POTTER FANS OUT THERE&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547209491861136274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TPulpHkO45I/AAAAAAAAAWM/j4z1kZ7r7II/s400/tumblr_lcryjcsAAG1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Officially the cutest dog ever! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's this girl who was blind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and because of her disability, she begin to avoid everyone around her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except her loving boy friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who was there for her all along.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the girl told him that if she could see the world, she'll marry him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day, she finally had a donor for her eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But once she could see, she realised that her boy friend was blind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being able to now see the world, she can't look past her boy friend's disability,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so, she left him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day, the guy wrote her a letter, saying:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My dear, take care of those eyes that you've received.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For before it was yours, they were mine."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, awwww. Just to prove that i was listening during mass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's that guy who:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Takes up Spanish, just because i think it's a sexy language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learns the words to my favourite song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Calls me every morning whenever i'm doing opening, so that i won't get up late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinks that my groggy morning voice is sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dedicated a song on the radio to me, the first day we're together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Refuse to let go of my hand even though it made his fingers numb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinks that my blurness is adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Willing to spend so much money on his phone bill due to all the calls he makes to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets me lean on his chest, even though it tickles him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets me know how much i mean to him, everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't allow me to think that i have issues, because he thinks I'm perfect the way i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gives in to me almost every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's all that and many more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeaaah, I'm just lucky i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How's it like to be my kryptonite?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-3945518204324866601?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/3945518204324866601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=3945518204324866601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3945518204324866601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3945518204324866601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-all-dog-lovers-or-harry-potter-fans.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/TPulpHkO45I/AAAAAAAAAWM/j4z1kZ7r7II/s72-c/tumblr_lcryjcsAAG1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-6662130975996823942</id><published>2010-12-01T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:53:16.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TPZYALpeH7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/CBsoLPvpKgQ/s1600/tumblr_lbnkamr7is1qeac92o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545716751303319474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TPZYALpeH7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/CBsoLPvpKgQ/s400/tumblr_lbnkamr7is1qeac92o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Diabolical barbie ftw. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY ONE WEEK TO MY FIRST YEAR IN STARBUCKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell yeaaaaaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody that help me through this bittersweet journey has been wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Partners that have been there before me, are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From a blur-like-hell newly formed barista, to what i have become today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like, you know, still blur? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although i have numerous things to complain about the drudgery,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It changed my life, in a way or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would never have been close to my sister, if not for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would never made so many new friends, including regulars, if not for Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a very fruitful experience too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being involved in the Starbucks amazing race, the coffee ambassador's cup, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'bare your sole' event, the upcoming salvation army open house and i believe many, many more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wonder how long more would i still be in the system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE PERFECT, IT JUST HAVE TO BE LIVED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can go on endlessly about how life sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buuuuut, even though it may not be ideal, i feel like it's pretty awesome right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking a step back and looking at the big picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family, friends, boyfriend, work, my new chamomile tea from starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeap, fan-freaking-tastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OR it's the lack of sleep that's getting to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED TO SPEND SOME TIME WITH MY GIRLFRIENDS, I MISS THEM SO MUCH, I WANT TO SCREAAAAAM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I freaking love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6662130975996823942?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6662130975996823942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6662130975996823942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6662130975996823942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6662130975996823942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/12/diabolical-barbie-ftw.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/TPZYALpeH7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/CBsoLPvpKgQ/s72-c/tumblr_lbnkamr7is1qeac92o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-207717827231614486</id><published>2010-11-28T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:35:01.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TPIrbtF_0pI/AAAAAAAAAV8/q2OnrE7hmss/s1600/Iron_Man___Armour_Evolution_by_TheAphex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544541846207713938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TPIrbtF_0pI/AAAAAAAAAV8/q2OnrE7hmss/s400/Iron_Man___Armour_Evolution_by_TheAphex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeap, my very own iron man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thing about my boyfriend is that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's one hell of a weird fella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buuuut, heh, he never fails to amaze me with every long late night conversations we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One advantage of being good friends before going into a relationship is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know all his flaws, you already have that perception in mind of how he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore, you don't have that high of an expectation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when he does something out of the ordinary for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The feeling is blown way out of proportions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like all normal relationships, sure as hell we're gonna have fights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos, both of us can be quite mentally unsound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i only have one thing in mind baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN BE SICK, I'LL BE NASTY, BUT SOMETIMES IT'S JUST MORE FUN TO FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just won't settle for normal anymore, cos I'm in love with all your dangers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-207717827231614486?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/207717827231614486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=207717827231614486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/207717827231614486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/207717827231614486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/11/yeap-my-very-own-iron-man.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TPIrbtF_0pI/AAAAAAAAAV8/q2OnrE7hmss/s72-c/Iron_Man___Armour_Evolution_by_TheAphex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-3833244140411868232</id><published>2010-11-21T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:15:44.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO FOR THOSE OF YOU FALLING IN LOVE, KEEP IT KIND, KEEP IT GOOD, KEEP IT RIGHT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUT YOURSELF IN THE MIDST OF DANGER, BUT KEEP ONE EYE OPEN AT NIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a more positive note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542005297394356114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TOkodIaGD5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/N5jgU135Ueo/s400/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GODDDD, I MAKE ONE HELL OF A...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lousy person. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-3833244140411868232?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/3833244140411868232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=3833244140411868232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3833244140411868232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3833244140411868232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-for-those-of-you-falling-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TOkodIaGD5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/N5jgU135Ueo/s72-c/IMG_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-7891482354704636722</id><published>2010-11-21T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:05:22.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TOjJKcAKKuI/AAAAAAAAAVs/kGd2XjhZd5o/s1600/tumblr_lbwxrpTJCI1qbpwzeo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541900522632129250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TOjJKcAKKuI/AAAAAAAAAVs/kGd2XjhZd5o/s400/tumblr_lbwxrpTJCI1qbpwzeo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My thoughts have been shrouded by a million uncertainties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that has affected my original state of mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like you know, my sanity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not one who likes to complain and make a big deal out of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos really, i find it annoying and pointless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, of course like any other normal girls, i have insecurities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sometimes, i wish you could read minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which i don't think you can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's good that you don't anyway, cos it'll be quite freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't life be easier if there were no expectations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that you can save yourself from the endless disappointment that comes along with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've come to realised and have come to terms with the fact that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not truly happy with what i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm sure that, that happens to the majority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when that happens, comes jealousy and the endless comparisons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like slowly committing mental suicide you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disintegrating your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, you can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I solve most of my problems, but in this issue, i can't seem to cure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know all the basic stuff, "think about others, the people who are in more sorry plight than you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It helps a little, but whenever i turn around, i see people who has it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially when it brings out psychological scars that dated way back when i was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to seek help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My confidence is leaving me on my own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-7891482354704636722?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/7891482354704636722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=7891482354704636722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7891482354704636722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7891482354704636722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-thoughts-have-been-shrouded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TOjJKcAKKuI/AAAAAAAAAVs/kGd2XjhZd5o/s72-c/tumblr_lbwxrpTJCI1qbpwzeo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-8778486238384801307</id><published>2010-11-14T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:38:01.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY IS EVERYBODY GETTING TUMBLR NOWWWWW?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, yeah, it's way less troublesome and not much thinking is required.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures do say a thousand words and even Gabe Saporta has tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm just gonna stick to this old-school way of expressing my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos, I'm cool like that. Plus, I've been blogging for 4 years now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pathetic as this blog is, it holds a certain level of awesomeness to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again I'm back on this emotional roller-coaster ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where the slightest comment or gesture could set off a ticking time bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if you're not those jealous or sensitive type, that could all change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, he makes everyday less mundane,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even on the worst days, he is able to make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure, it is gonna be pretty dysfunctional, cos we're like India and China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no way in hell did we see this coming, despite all the warnings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha, but so far, so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just glad he came into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I'm trying damn hard not to lose my head in this relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be one of those psychotic bitch from hell that goes berserk over something minuscule and insignificant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just hope everything works out fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here we go all over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8778486238384801307?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8778486238384801307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8778486238384801307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8778486238384801307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8778486238384801307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-is-everybody-getting-tumblr-nowwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-8577171686332495018</id><published>2010-11-06T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:47:12.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;AIM: TO REVIVE MY DEAD BLOG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know i promise that this post would be an awesomely epic one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I'm pretty drowsy on panadol, so I'll try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST UP: MY MOTHERFREAKING 18TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TIMBRE @OLD SCHOOL BABEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An evening of good food, good drinks and awesome company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's some of my darlings that celebrated with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for coming out again you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVE YA'LL DEEEEEP, DEEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVS0bnzpwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hB9C7XSqt4s/s1600/sam%27s+18th+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536422377643288322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVS0bnzpwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hB9C7XSqt4s/s400/sam%27s+18th+163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVS0F-kJaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/RzJ3uTPGtNw/s1600/sam%27s+18th+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536422371833161122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVS0F-kJaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/RzJ3uTPGtNw/s400/sam%27s+18th+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVSzs-NGOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DeGpjXKU6tc/s1600/sam%27s+18th+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536422365120764130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVSzs-NGOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DeGpjXKU6tc/s400/sam%27s+18th+139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The band that played that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVQedLvK0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Uqi1s-k1xiQ/s1600/sam%27s+18th+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536419801082047298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVQedLvK0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Uqi1s-k1xiQ/s400/sam%27s+18th+125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their superstar shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVQeK_94aI/AAAAAAAAAVE/clR7P4N2z2s/s1600/sam%27s+18th+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536419796200841634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVQeK_94aI/AAAAAAAAAVE/clR7P4N2z2s/s400/sam%27s+18th+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Polaroid pictures FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVQd-HBxiI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IkG29egKDFE/s1600/sam%27s+18th+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536419792740795938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVQd-HBxiI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IkG29egKDFE/s400/sam%27s+18th+130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey bartender, 2 sex on the beach and a monstar please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVQda6kc_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/uEiloWD3-dE/s1600/sam%27s+18th+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536419783293301746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVQda6kc_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/uEiloWD3-dE/s400/sam%27s+18th+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't forget my frozen margarita. What a chick drink. Gotta get me some vodka on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVQdItBJPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xome1hY9Aus/s1600/sam%27s+18th+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536419778404623602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVQdItBJPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xome1hY9Aus/s400/sam%27s+18th+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A drunkard picture of me on the envelope of my b'day gift from the babes. THANKS AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVNI2Rn-XI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_56_QBzXnW4/s1600/IMG01160-20101016-2025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536416131325622642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVNI2Rn-XI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_56_QBzXnW4/s400/IMG01160-20101016-2025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RSC. LOVE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVNIVjQ1lI/AAAAAAAAAUc/KYjoOf1Jeas/s1600/sam%27s+18th+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536416122541233746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVNIVjQ1lI/AAAAAAAAAUc/KYjoOf1Jeas/s400/sam%27s+18th+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Husband for 2 years and counting. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVNIKu3BtI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oqBXm_bGvNI/s1600/sam%27s+18th+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536416119637083858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVNIKu3BtI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oqBXm_bGvNI/s400/sam%27s+18th+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My other 2 darlings, Wendy and Michelle Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVNHyBtlHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Lne7N7KUSG4/s1600/sam%27s+18th+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536416113005270130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVNHyBtlHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Lne7N7KUSG4/s400/sam%27s+18th+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can the both of us not have an unglam photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVNHjJEpdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/86tpOKky6Q4/s1600/sam%27s+18th+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536416109009610194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVNHjJEpdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/86tpOKky6Q4/s400/sam%27s+18th+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a pretty shot of us. We're not that retarded. We have our moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my life hasn't been all that exciting, cos of exams and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But so many things had happened in this one month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New work politics, and it seems like everybody is getting on everybody else's nerves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still pretty neutral about everything, cos my motto in life is really less drama to avoid any trauma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My training coach when i first joined Starbucks has just quit for NS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am now approaching my first year in the system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got my own regular customers in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got to know some of my eye candies *winks*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met a few unreasonable, 'burn in hell' customers also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have an ongoing love-hate relationship with my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were someone i had a bad first impression of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one who always bicker with me about everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one who suffered bipolar and ignored me most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one who i cursed to 'burn in hell' the most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you turned out to be someone i can't seem to do without.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me feel special in ways i can't comprehend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most importantly, you make me smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for being my favourite corrupted nerd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm loving angels instead (;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8577171686332495018?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8577171686332495018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8577171686332495018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8577171686332495018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8577171686332495018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/11/aim-to-revive-my-dead-blog-i-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/TNVS0bnzpwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hB9C7XSqt4s/s72-c/sam%27s+18th+163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-7022551735717018398</id><published>2010-10-15T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:07:47.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, LISTEN HERE WISE GUY! &lt;br /&gt;I WAS ABOUT TO SHOOT A WHOLE LOT OF PROFANITIES AT YOU,&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HOW YOU DID TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;But I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;Cos, I am sorry that I took everything for granted in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I know I was one hell of a mean bitch to you.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I never really knew how to treasure people.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty self-centred and nonchalant. &lt;br /&gt;If you're pissed that I deleted you off facebook, I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, facebook don't mean anything. You still have my number.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you and hopefully you don't to.&lt;br /&gt;You moved on with your life and so did I.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer wanna be right all the time.&lt;br /&gt;See, I've grown, buuut you probably don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;This anger is meaningless. &lt;br /&gt;Just thought that you need me out of your life to make room for better friends.&lt;br /&gt;Which you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good life man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-7022551735717018398?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/7022551735717018398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=7022551735717018398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7022551735717018398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7022551735717018398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/10/okay-listen-here-wise-guy-i-was-about.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-6614549276038518157</id><published>2010-10-14T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:39:58.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the past 4 years, i have never truly given myself the time of day being alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm constantly going through the motions of hooking up or breaking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgot how happy i was, before i was stuck in that meaningless vicious cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was once at peace with myself, being single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to find that peace again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides, being alone isn't a form of weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a form of empowerment... As i see it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aloneness, "&lt;em&gt;is less in danger of being overcome by the cliches of society.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is more possible for her to listen to her inner self.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POP THE CHAMPAGNE! I'M TURNING 18 &lt;em&gt;BITCHES&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm finally legal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm saying it as though waiting for 18 years is long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But truth be told, it feels&lt;em&gt; freaking&lt;/em&gt; fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna grow up so soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever heard the phrase, "&lt;em&gt;you never truly live until you hit 18&lt;/em&gt;"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What it really means is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Yo newbie, congrats! You are now old enough to take on adult responsibilities and yes, it's not gonna be easy and it will make life 10 times worse for you. No, mommy and daddy can no longer decide for you. Fun? HA. You have got lots to learn. SUCKAAAA.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, i guess you will have fun. Depends on how you live your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT, that's when fun is redefined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Kids thinks toys are fun. Adults, you say toys and it automatically becomes dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Kids thinks playgrounds are fun. Adults, clubs and pubs becomes a way of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Kids, soft drinks used to be an enjoyment. Adults, they prolly would prefer it mixed with vodka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Kid, wearing their favourite sun dress would make them feel like the prettiest girl on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adults, the perfect dress+make up+perfect hair+mani/pedi+shoes to die for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To sum it up, true enjoyment are either illegal/sinful/unhealthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's how screwed up society is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course as i grow older, i grow wiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm anticipating to know what the future holds for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, i get the choice of growing older, but not necessarily growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Timbre, you better have a table for me this Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still alive, but I'm barely breathing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6614549276038518157?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6614549276038518157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6614549276038518157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6614549276038518157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6614549276038518157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-past-4-years-i-have-never-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-5441680662607986659</id><published>2010-10-03T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:04:26.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject: DE-CLUTTERING MY LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, I'm clearing my past to make room for my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm deleting old photos that means nothing now, throwing away old stuff, deleting strangers from facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, why should i care about people that obviously don't bother to give a damn about me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sick of being stuck in the past and unable to let go and move on with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am destined for greatness, and nostalgia is being a bitch and dragging me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It’s only human for us to want to keep a box of memories and pictures and things, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and open them back up to have them transport us to that place we were when they were taken. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But – and I know this is really fucked up—but I think when you do that, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it makes you leave your emotions in the past and precludes you from truly immersing yourself in the present. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that’s why people get old: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because they’ve left pieces of themselves behind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They forget how to be young because they have become nostalgic about their youth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Gabriel Saporta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye past, i no longer like you. So, &lt;em&gt;BE GONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see, I've changed and I'll definitely keep on changing, and hopefully for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to forget the bad AND good memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that i would be open to new experiences, without judging today's happiness, according to past happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I trust that all my homies will be creating new memories with utmost awesomeness (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop, rewind, delete, continue being awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-5441680662607986659?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/5441680662607986659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=5441680662607986659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5441680662607986659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5441680662607986659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/10/subject-de-cluttering-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-6294031763189663457</id><published>2010-09-23T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:12:10.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were once so close, but you turned out to be one hell of a grade A, asshole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just disappointed that you used me like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought everything could be like it was, but you proven that it was very much impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just live your life and I'll live mine. Leave me alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note to self: People will definitely bound to disappoint you someday. Brace yourself kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm in that point in life where i just can't be bothered anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like everything is just, "okay, whatever it is".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't anticipate things as much as i used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like if i care too much, the more I'm gonna be let down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, so far, it's not doing me any good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like a walking zombie this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I desperately need something worth fighting for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's nice to hang with the girls today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially with our baju kurung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though I don't know how to be ladylike in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures please Rima? Or else i curse you to become a cockroach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do we spend money that we don't have, to get stuff we don't need,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to impress people who don't care?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6294031763189663457?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6294031763189663457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6294031763189663457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6294031763189663457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6294031763189663457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-were-once-so-close-but-you-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-6345794681178487887</id><published>2010-08-18T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T00:24:38.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TGwDznjuoNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/sIMayqJts4E/s1600/Imperfect_by_WorstRoadtripEVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506780629694324946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TGwDznjuoNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/sIMayqJts4E/s400/Imperfect_by_WorstRoadtripEVER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Humans, perfectly imperfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may never be as pretty or smart as some other girls out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may never be taller than i am now. (Genetically proven)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never have a body like super models.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never be the most success-driven person you'll find out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never have a normal family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never be the most interesting person in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may never be a trendsetter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may never be one of those girly girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may never be able to have the best temper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never have the best complexion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never be the most athletic girl. EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT, one thing is for sure, &lt;strong&gt;I will never be anyone other than me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like the tables has turned on me huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no answer and it's best i don't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because, you needed somebody and i was just conveniently there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha, oh, the irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why won't you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6345794681178487887?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6345794681178487887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6345794681178487887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6345794681178487887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6345794681178487887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/08/humans-perfectly-imperfect.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/TGwDznjuoNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/sIMayqJts4E/s72-c/Imperfect_by_WorstRoadtripEVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-4563071430252488667</id><published>2010-08-14T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:40:04.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TGWLKLJoU2I/AAAAAAAAATs/DE-X7n92Gbk/s1600/i_thought_you_were_better_by_dreamingyournitemare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504959126438433634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TGWLKLJoU2I/AAAAAAAAATs/DE-X7n92Gbk/s400/i_thought_you_were_better_by_dreamingyournitemare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know it's been one hell of a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, i also know that you and i are now just mere acquaintances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe me, you are long out of my system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i decided to waste a little of my time talking about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was wondering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY IN THE WORLD DID I FALL FOR YOU IN THE PAST?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After so long of being blinded by love or lack thereof,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really thought you were better than what you really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, just today joey was just asking me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sam, why did you get together with *insert name here* in the first place?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried answering and found that i couldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like breaking a glass that blocking me from the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see it but i just didn't realise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Hears glass shattering*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was i searching and you were just conveniently there or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or was i really in love with you that your flaws became non-existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You belittled me all this while, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought you were better than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But guess what my dear, I'M BETTER THAN YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, i can do with much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quite redundant to say this now after so long, but i just had to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all heart-broken people out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please know what are you heart-broken about and if that person is worth all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or else, you end up wasting so much of your time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time that you can't get back and you will regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never needed any help, you sold me out to save yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-4563071430252488667?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/4563071430252488667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=4563071430252488667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4563071430252488667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4563071430252488667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-know-its-been-one-hell-of-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/TGWLKLJoU2I/AAAAAAAAATs/DE-X7n92Gbk/s72-c/i_thought_you_were_better_by_dreamingyournitemare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-8669176497042850495</id><published>2010-08-05T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:26:55.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TFrTThuZIhI/AAAAAAAAATc/HsTfX0qosKU/s1600/fbb1c8e835b494abd751d295c14efa8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501942227210412562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TFrTThuZIhI/AAAAAAAAATc/HsTfX0qosKU/s400/fbb1c8e835b494abd751d295c14efa8f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And i mean it in a good way this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501943619677001794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TFrUklETGEI/AAAAAAAAATk/2s0Pi0UH9aM/s400/22042009039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe it's just us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice hanging with you again Conceicao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brought back lots of good memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're still as retarded as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for bringing out the girl that i was 4 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The endless giggles, the smiles that never comes off and the dances you make me do in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought i lost that side of me and make me realise that i missed being all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till next time then, &lt;em&gt;bestfriend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As we grow older, life becomes less amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't give a damn, if anyone gives a damn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8669176497042850495?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8669176497042850495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8669176497042850495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8669176497042850495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8669176497042850495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-i-mean-it-in-good-way-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/TFrTThuZIhI/AAAAAAAAATc/HsTfX0qosKU/s72-c/fbb1c8e835b494abd751d295c14efa8f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-5083825731323414279</id><published>2010-07-30T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:29:37.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TFLZFLbXL8I/AAAAAAAAATU/reOBXkMv-bw/s1600/_The_little_bored_cat_by_ccatastrophicc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499696777962926018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TFLZFLbXL8I/AAAAAAAAATU/reOBXkMv-bw/s400/_The_little_bored_cat_by_ccatastrophicc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YAWN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This cat says it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is such a bore-fest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So boring that it's slowly killing my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm reading other people's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And man, oh, man, they are having the time of their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touring the world, UK, Europe, US...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where have i been? Malaysia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people are born into more fortunate families than others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;able to afford all sorts of gadgets, Gucci, prada, channel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my life is just one vicious cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I work one day, go to school on another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever money i earn that month is the money that's gonna lasts me that month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't go anywhere special, don't get anything extravagant, never doing anything spectacular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this the life i'm gonna lead for the next few years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to do something exciting, something different, something meaningful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least something that i would remember for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My thirst for excitement is so limited in this minute country of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone please take me to a place far, far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get it that all my wants are materialistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, i know stuff like that will fade away and it won't matter when push comes to shove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What matters are the company of family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But c'mon, who doesn't want all that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to all those who are really having the time of your lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;treasure it while it lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember, happiness is ephemeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have so much to day but you're so far away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-5083825731323414279?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/5083825731323414279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=5083825731323414279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5083825731323414279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5083825731323414279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/07/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/TFLZFLbXL8I/AAAAAAAAATU/reOBXkMv-bw/s72-c/_The_little_bored_cat_by_ccatastrophicc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-3067023527556106496</id><published>2010-07-23T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:20:40.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TEmYVRf52nI/AAAAAAAAATM/_kGlm3Dok9Q/s1600/M_Shadows_Sonisphere_by_urban01_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497092311424293490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TEmYVRf52nI/AAAAAAAAATM/_kGlm3Dok9Q/s400/M_Shadows_Sonisphere_by_urban01_C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey there baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haven't seen you in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I've been neglecting you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought about you today, and reheard all your songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also re-watched videos of you over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw the new video from your new album 'nightmare'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still look mighty fine or even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if the video is a bit morbid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When are you coming back to Singapore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missing you motherfreaking badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO, Sam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thought that my blog needs to be uplifted every now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or it will turn into some Dr.Phil/Oprah Winfrey kinda blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seriously, i figuratively melt whenever i see him sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swooning all over the dang place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His voice is immaculate i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His wife is one lucky bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She has a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She knows she has to reveal it someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She isn't proud of what she had done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She knows he has the right to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's only fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She ponders about how she's going to bring herself to say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This secret that might jeopardize whatever that has been built,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and could crumble within minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So she's still waiting for the right moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting, thinking, regretting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To reminisce won't bring you back, just look ahead and hold on tight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-3067023527556106496?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/3067023527556106496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=3067023527556106496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3067023527556106496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3067023527556106496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-there-baby-havent-seen-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/TEmYVRf52nI/AAAAAAAAATM/_kGlm3Dok9Q/s72-c/M_Shadows_Sonisphere_by_urban01_C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-8167064923354734294</id><published>2010-07-19T10:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:00:50.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[Coffee] is a social binder, a warmer of tongues, a soberer of minds, a stimulant of wit, a foiler of sleep if you want it so. &lt;br /&gt;From roadside mugs to the classic Demi-tasse, it is the perfect democrat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this phrase in an email from one of the OM from HQ.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big fan of coffee, but this is nicely said.&lt;br /&gt;This is for all coffee drinkers out there.&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree that going to your favourite coffee house,&lt;br /&gt;is not just all about the drinks, but about the experience that place gives you.&lt;br /&gt;So don't be so quick to judge without trying other branches first.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just gonna be bias and say, starbucks coffee FTFW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life tends to pick you up and then knock you down time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;But if you intend to stay down and out. &lt;br /&gt;That will just make you the ultimate loser.  &lt;br /&gt;What bugs me is the unpredictability of life.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the indecisiveness in me.&lt;br /&gt;The phrase, 'what if'' seem to appear in my mind a lot more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;What if, I don't want to continue working anymore?&lt;br /&gt;What if, I don't want to go into a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;What if, I can't let go of my past?&lt;br /&gt;What if, I'm sick of the life I'm living?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be certain about things.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, this is what happens when you think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Make you seem like you are pms-ing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Life's a mothereffing bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking about tomorrow.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8167064923354734294?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8167064923354734294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8167064923354734294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8167064923354734294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8167064923354734294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/07/coffee-is-social-binder-warmer-of.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-1958042704239969872</id><published>2010-06-24T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:10:57.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody really wants to listen to your sad life stories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and seeing yourself wallowing in self-pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why do you still put up with it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Move on and embrace the happier stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am pissed off with dictionaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the use of finding the definition of a word when they explained it with other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bombastic terms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just creates the never ending cycle of finding the definition of words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For example, I was searching for the meaning of 'innuendo'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The definition is: "&lt;em&gt;an indirect intimation about a person or thing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;especially of a disparaging or a derogatory nature.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, what.the.fuck right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been in MDIS for 5 months now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met all sorts of people from different countries, races and age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With very different life stories to share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even though we only see each other once a week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've grown attached to these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the pool, movies, dinner and starbucks outings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to forget all the heartfelt talks in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought that i would be so thankful to find people like you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad to say but, we only have less than 4 months together in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just make it count guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like how the saying goes, "what matters is not the quantity, but the quality."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess that applies to friends too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys are definitely quality friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phase one, cleared. Time to move on to phase two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we'll do it pretty well (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm standing up, I'm gonna face my demons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1958042704239969872?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1958042704239969872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=1958042704239969872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1958042704239969872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1958042704239969872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/06/nobody-really-wants-to-listen-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-1589749607968534108</id><published>2010-05-30T03:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T03:45:20.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last thing I need right now is to see your face again.&lt;br /&gt;But amidst the massive crowd I spotted you coincidentally.&lt;br /&gt;A wave of nostalgia washed over me.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the heart to approach you.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you again would just be a major awkward moment.&lt;br /&gt;So I just let you do your thing, and I'll do mine.&lt;br /&gt;The day came to an end and as I lay down my head in bed,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could get you out of my head with better thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;But you had to text me.&lt;br /&gt;So I acted as though everything was normal, like you never had 'her'.&lt;br /&gt;But of course I was absolutely wary about how I talk to you and&lt;br /&gt;fully aware of what your status is now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie to myself, I'm bigger than that.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that you tried your best to talk to me as per normal too.&lt;br /&gt;Joking and poking fun. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, you ain't lying to no one. Not even yourself.&lt;br /&gt;When the conversation was over, I stayed awake for awhile longer thinking about, 'what's next?'&lt;br /&gt;i figured that I don't hate you, you weren't important enough for me to feel anything bad towards you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just let bygones be bygones.&lt;br /&gt;But I am erasing memories of us, and I know you did too.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start over as just normal friends, I wouldn't want anything more to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I searching, when I already know that you are the one for me long ago?&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me all along after my last breakup.&lt;br /&gt;I fell for you instantly after and we had some good moments together.&lt;br /&gt;The constant flirting and random hook-ups.&lt;br /&gt;It died off at times but always seem to rekindle itself.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that that was never enough though.&lt;br /&gt;So i find myself searching once again to fill that emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;But after so many wrong doors that I've opened, I figured that you're still the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you're so extremely normal that i think your kind is extinct.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think that you're different than other guys.&lt;br /&gt;Please let my theory be proven.&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified of commitments cos I'm afraid that I can't follow through of what I have started.&lt;br /&gt;But from now on, I'm not letting you out of my sight.&lt;br /&gt;You're such a gem, I'm treasuring you for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1589749607968534108?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1589749607968534108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=1589749607968534108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1589749607968534108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1589749607968534108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-thing-i-need-right-now-is-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-280064971451893999</id><published>2010-05-23T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:36:22.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Are you happy with your life?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yeah, pretty much."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Okay, you can continue lying to yourself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No really, there's nothing much to complain about."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, I've come to realised that i have everything that i need in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just got to appreciate those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is my key to happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not nice to lead a girl on and just leave her hanging there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till one day you finally tell her the awful truth that you like someone else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and is already attached,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THROUGH THE GODDAMN INTERNET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be specific, Facebook statuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just not cool man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girl feels like she's being played, for goodness sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, thanks for making her feel like some idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anticipating for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats, you've accomplished the tittle, 'jerk for life'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can flee with your wounds just in time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or lie there as he feeds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching yourself rip to shreds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and laughing as you plead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-280064971451893999?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/280064971451893999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=280064971451893999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/280064971451893999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/280064971451893999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-you-happy-with-your-life-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-1206843070423308594</id><published>2010-05-19T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:19:44.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to disappear for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe not disappear, more like a self-vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;destress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to escape from it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to think about school, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and other personal stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just my backpack, passport and a wad of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm going to do it alone with no form of communication whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been stressing about unnecessary things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worried for the future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking too much about my past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all been dragging me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to go somewhere, where nobody knows me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open my eyes to a world that i have never seen before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking about then and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides that, i want to think about nothing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to find that peace and clarity in me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is up with friends telling each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"you only talk to me when you need somebody."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This statement is very silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You feel like you're being used and you're not appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But c'mon, think about it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least you're important to that person enough for her to come to you when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she needs somebody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then just be there for her if you are a true friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To me, the definition of a true friend is when,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you don't see each other for months, but when you get to meet up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you guys can still talk like you're best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As though nothing has changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if you meet new people out there, whom you can click with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or in a new environment which you have become comfortable with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll never forget the person and make it a point &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to talk to them every once in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know i have a tendency to disappear socially myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not replying texts, never meeting up, never answer calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for people who know me well enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would still love me despite that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't, then I'm sorry, you're just another phase in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends come and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As time goes by, you'll discover who are your true friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those that are readily here for me now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would be the ones at my wedding in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need a moment cause I've dragged myself too thin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all need a moment in our lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Works hard, the days are long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that's just where it begins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tension has had us all this time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1206843070423308594?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1206843070423308594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, my old boss decided to bring his son to new Zealand to see sheep.&lt;br /&gt;And I got a temporary new boss from airport transit.&lt;br /&gt;He's fierce like hell and I'm scared of him like hell.&lt;br /&gt;But I figured that he's really funny as well.&lt;br /&gt;He told most of my customers that I was flirting with him.&lt;br /&gt;Told this regular (Max) that I was checking him out.&lt;br /&gt;He keeps flirting with Caucasian women and claiming to be his 'girlfriends'.&lt;br /&gt;He said he was the 'hot stuff' at airport.&lt;br /&gt;He's hilarious, but he keeps saying he wanna break my neck into 9 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still keeping him at bay. To be safe. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm gonna develop hernia anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;All the heavy stuff I'm carrying at work on such a small build body of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Customers sometimes feel for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was clearing trash and it was pretty heavy,&lt;br /&gt;The customer asked if I needed any help.&lt;br /&gt;And said that the trash looks bigger than me.&lt;br /&gt;And that moment, I feel so small.&lt;br /&gt;Ah screw it, miniscule!&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta start taking steroids or something.&lt;br /&gt;And now, 3 openings in a row has caused extreme&lt;br /&gt;exhaustion that my muscles refuse to cooperate with me.&lt;br /&gt;They are on strike.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there, pay day is in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;2.MORE.WEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this week is just not good.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, if I think about it, it's been a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;3 openings in a week, science mid year exam,&lt;br /&gt;lost my phone, got scolded by my dad for it,&lt;br /&gt;but found it, but my mom got to go all the way to&lt;br /&gt;tanjong pagar to collect it. So I got scolded for that.&lt;br /&gt;Scalded my hand with hot oil, which disfigured my&lt;br /&gt;once flawless hand. Now there's this one red spot which&lt;br /&gt;resembles a birth-mark. IT WON'T GO AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;And this week have not even ended yet.&lt;br /&gt;Someone has put a curse on me. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've all been more than eager to sin,&lt;br /&gt;but it feels alright till we pay the price.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-464654438171320374?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/464654438171320374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=464654438171320374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/464654438171320374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/464654438171320374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-my-old-boss-decided-to-bring-his-son.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-4481102781330488116</id><published>2010-05-02T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:33:36.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEYYY RIMA AMALIYAH BASRI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's because you're one of my favourite girls in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to celebrate 5 and a half years of good and very violent friendship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm dedicating one whole blog post to you on your birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES, I KNOW I'M AN AWESOME FRIEND (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a few KCians embarked on a journey of a really dysfunctional friendship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Considering how we are all so very talented in our own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But since this is about you, let's just talk about what you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You with your violent streak and random outburst of nonsensical ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hitting everybody around you or sometimes only me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's recall:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-You broke our classroom door handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- You threw a pair of scissors at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- You 'wrestled' with me from the back to the front of the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- You tried to drown Cecilia at Wild Wild Wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- You tried to kill Cecilia and I, while defending yourself from Coco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then there's the nonsensical part:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- You made me run for the bus while you stroll slowly behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- You pretend you understand what is being explained, but you really don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Your lioness burp is still very unforgettable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- You invented the 'heh' thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- 'Rima, what question did you do?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sticks thumb and index finger up, kinda like an L shape.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'B.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- 'Why don't have reception ah?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Blows on phone*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Yarh Rima, how does that give you reception?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- You have bladder superpower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- 'SAM, EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING YOU DO, YOU SUCK!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-And most recently, 'Sam, i hit you so hard until got thumbprint.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'thumbprint?! you mean HAND print?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'yarh ah, HAHAHAHA'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then after all these very interesting years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 of the awesomest people became inseparable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, we're all very different in our ways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yet, similar in so many ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've got each other's back no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this friendship will lasts for many more years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Considering you already traumatised me with all your beatings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cecilia and I loved you deeeep-deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prolly more than your boyfriend next time. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Rima, here's wishing you a &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your birthday will be a great one tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you'll gain more wisdom and strength to overcome whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;difficulties that's coming your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you'll be more gentle also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pity me ah. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't burp like how you did last time, ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a really frightening moment for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO ONE BURPS THAT LOUD. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RSC FOR LIFE (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466710016647390450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S92ny9hWZPI/AAAAAAAAATE/2dc_l7JK5C8/s320/SDC10358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466710003796145538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S92nyNpX9YI/AAAAAAAAAS8/UeVBB19Qqmo/s320/the+reunion+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466709991919528658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S92nxhZxKtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Z_2ucO_1CZU/s320/girlies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466709985868685538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S92nxK3IoOI/AAAAAAAAASs/lp91W_daKKw/s320/SDC10522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466709979947336386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S92nw0zYAsI/AAAAAAAAASk/xO_-DIjMRnc/s320/my+awesome+gf%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From me, to you babe (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-4481102781330488116?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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align="center"&gt;I have people to say that I'm still very young,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not 18 yet and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you know what, I'm embracing my youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will all grow old one day and then once again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll be complaining about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yes, I'm 17, not legal yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i am still having the time of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not old enough to know all of life's wisdom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i am old enough to know enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, I still have time to know MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why must we all make sense?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i just won't make sense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For once I'm just gonna live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M JUST GONNA LIVE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-7825938468652494658?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/7825938468652494658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=7825938468652494658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7825938468652494658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7825938468652494658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-asked-you-to-stay-with-me-and-bask.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-2203579301738689427</id><published>2010-04-23T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:32:26.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAMANTHA NICOLE PEH,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE GOT TO START STUDYING, DAMN IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the lights all went out, we watched our lives on the screen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-2203579301738689427?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/2203579301738689427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=2203579301738689427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2203579301738689427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2203579301738689427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/04/samantha-nicole-peh-you-have-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-8706425182105774588</id><published>2010-04-19T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:59:48.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY GRANNY IS 80 YEARS OLD TODAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I repeat, &lt;strong&gt;80 YEARS OLD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember how my grandma took care of me, when my mom was in labour with my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had high fever as a kid and she took very good care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never did punish me for anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was said to be her favourite granddaughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i remember hating staying at my grandma's place when i was young too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hated the thought of even being away from my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i was prolly too young to comprehend why I'm always at my grandma's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that I'm older and more mature in thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised that, i love my grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She doted on me a lot, i mean, even now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got to be more grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Appreciate her before it's too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then it gave me a thought about life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would i ever live up to 80?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or will i go through the apocalypse before i even reached that ripe old age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then i realised that i don't really care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's what I've accomplished in the mean time that really matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So if I've done what i need to do in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm ready to go anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you think about it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;death really scares a person when it happens to your loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm seeing so many people going in and out of their relationship nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole hook ups and break ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How being in a relationship automatically makes you ridiculously happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And also how it makes you feel like the whole world is crashing before your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like today i was chatting with my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has issues and she knows it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has some misunderstanding with her boyfriend and she's HARDLY ever happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then her sis help her by sending a text to her boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boyfriend replied and she was on cloud nine automatically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the BIGGEST smile on her face and with her floating all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it hit me that why can't we be just as happy when we're single?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C'mon people, we all got to be happy with ourselves in order to make others happy right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i want a boyfriend, i would want one who makes me feel good about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, if you're a girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's all face it, we all have days where we feel like we're fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even though, everybody says you're not, you just can't seem to agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if, somebody says you're fat, and then we get mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See how a girl works, aren't we awesome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guys, don't try to understand a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think you'll ever be able too, cos we ourselves don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i am having one of those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just let me rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOTTA LOSE WEIGHT, GOTTA LOSE WEIGHT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRANDMA'S 80TH BIRTHDAY LUNCH AT SHANGRI-LA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461852937937892418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S8xmTxU2NEI/AAAAAAAAASE/Ry1snLOQIGc/s320/23977_1445838468856_1319995222_1215997_7777719_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The one with the dyed brownish hair and red blouse is my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461852935549936658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S8xmTobg5BI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WKu3U9AQVKU/s320/23977_1445837868841_1319995222_1215985_3497717_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some sista loveeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461852927476666546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S8xmTKWskLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/VPQDQjmikgU/s320/23977_1445836948818_1319995222_1215965_7154375_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461852922667479474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S8xmS4cGMbI/AAAAAAAAARs/TehJKhdKzNQ/s320/23977_1445836588809_1319995222_1215957_6785130_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461852912102841170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S8xmSRFSm1I/AAAAAAAAARk/n_XwJ1HGCOw/s320/23977_1445836388804_1319995222_1215952_5017030_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY NIECE BIANCA!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh how i love her so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She might be the most adorable/naughty little person i will ever come across. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461855923731008978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S8xpBkRZjdI/AAAAAAAAASc/Apft4Qj2DxU/s320/23977_1445837028820_1319995222_1215967_6471473_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461855920638376578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S8xpBYwDuoI/AAAAAAAAASU/l2_Tn9JXc10/s320/23977_1445836868816_1319995222_1215963_1433239_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461855911199695314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S8xpA1ls4dI/AAAAAAAAASM/dtECWIsAwSg/s320/23977_1445836708812_1319995222_1215960_5636_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's only 3 and she's so adorably smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Example One:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were at the hospital visiting my godpa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bianca: I wanna see big fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her dad/my cousin: What big fish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bianca: Uncle Steven say he will bring me go and see the big fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her dad: Don't have big fish larh, uncle Steven bluff you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bianca: Nooo, uncle Steven never bluff me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't believe she's 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Example two:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sheena [calling Bianca]: Baby, come here i wipe your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bianca: I'm not a baby anymore. I'm a big girl now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her father: Yarh and when you call her Bianca she says, 'I'm not Bianca, I'm little darling.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's growing up so fast, it scares me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray you won't fade away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8706425182105774588?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8706425182105774588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8706425182105774588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8706425182105774588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8706425182105774588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-granny-is-80-years-old-today.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/S8xmTxU2NEI/AAAAAAAAASE/Ry1snLOQIGc/s72-c/23977_1445838468856_1319995222_1215997_7777719_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-3017076361343409566</id><published>2010-04-14T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:02:41.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate cyclists who rings their bell at me so damn impatiently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna take your bell and stick it up your ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pathway isn't that narrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, what the hell is your problem? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you just maneuver around me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOUR BIKE SHOULD BURN IN HELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i have issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm becoming like my sister's friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny angry woman. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, after encountering that irranoying cyclist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made a list on what i hate and what i actually like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i have a love-hate relationship on everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For example,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love ice cream but i hate the taste of cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is why i love sorbet (pronounce as SHER-BERT! For Mut's sake)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like receiving texts, but i don't like replying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like my job, but i hate serving people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HATE happy couples. HAHA. BURN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, i don't hate them, they just annoy me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dislike a lot of things but that's all i can think about right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, Samantha Nicole Peh, declare bankruptcy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, don't ask me out till the 28th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey math peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for today (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a excellent idea for our next outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's go BOWLING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brother's voice is breaking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bro, you're growing up. Congrats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop being such a nerd. AND NO HANKY PANKY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your mother is so sad, but i can't help but laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'I miss Shaun's old voice. I should have recorded his voice last time.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She thinks that once her kids are all grown up, means she's getting old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can take back your memories, their no good to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-3017076361343409566?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/3017076361343409566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=3017076361343409566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3017076361343409566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3017076361343409566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-cyclists-who-rings-their-bell-at.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-4124916021775071028</id><published>2010-04-12T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:03:34.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sis' friend is so funny, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear i can just literally laugh my ass off with her around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's so angry all the time but funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's a funny angry woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She called my store one time, sounding all angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's her usual tone by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i told my sister, 'some angry woman is on the phone'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then a few hours later she came to my store and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Hi Sam, i am Saffy, the angry woman on the phone.' Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, i was just siting with her at parkway, watching the world go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We then saw this couple holding hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said, 'Look at those 2 idiots holding hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they look so happy. I hate happy people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna take all the happy people and all the raisins in the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bring them to Tampines and BURN.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She apparently hates Raisins and Tampines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angry woman, hates the world. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know how you hope that after a real mundane day at work, and you hope that maybe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some hot guy would just come right through that Starbucks door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and maybe make my day a little happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a cheap thrill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i met this guy, well, he's a regular, always studying at my store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yeah, he's pretty cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i was talking to him one day and found out that he's 25 years old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i swear he doesn't look that old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a major kill joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's alright he's still pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey Wiyah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You better be a frequent reader of my blog babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cos this is going out to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hope you have the strength to overcome whatever circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that comes your way my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Forget about that jerk already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Didn't you hear? Single is the new cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Or you might want a imaginary boyfriend that I've got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HE'S PERFECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my Math people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's some special mathematical loving from me guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you all deeeeeep-deep (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you know, i still miss my all-time special girls who went through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all kinds of shit with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many years of good-good friendship has it been already huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 years plus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, i know for sure, this friendship is gonna last for many years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, the Starbucks BL people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys are some mean ass people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all the endless jokes and pranks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying that I'm such a bimbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, i can never frown for long with you guys around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You people are NEVER boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thanks for being soooo patient with me at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And consistently asking me if i was okay when i seem like I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks guys really (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you the best, i guess?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-4124916021775071028?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/4124916021775071028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=4124916021775071028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4124916021775071028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4124916021775071028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sis-friend-is-so-funny-i-swear-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-1916753656343280671</id><published>2010-04-06T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:28:19.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It takes place on a romantic setting in Rome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Full of beautiful structures and buildings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A famous love fountain is the objective of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She went on a romantic endeavour in one of the most beautiful cities in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, she wasn't so lucky in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being pissed, she went to the fountain of love, picking the coins in the fountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saving the poor souls that believe that it would bring them luck on love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knew that, that would result in a sudden turn of events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Much like the music video for 'starstrukkk' aye?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The owners of the coins that she picked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Became fell head over heels for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the point of being, desperately obsessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She however, fell in love with a drop dead gorgeous guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They hit it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she suspected that, she might have picked up his coin too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making him fall into that same spell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doing the right thing, she almost gave him up on the day of their wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, what she did not know is that, it did not belonged to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was genuinely in love with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, that's the end of my love life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i want a boyfriend like Nicholas (Josh duhamel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More importantly, I'm going to Rome and picking coins at the damn fountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want my next boyfriend to get struck by lightning while playing American football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gets hit by a goat and works for the newspaper writing a column.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brings me to a restaurant which blinds me temporarily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My classmates will have to go through this whole obsession thing with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's just so damn fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so hot that i melted (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1916753656343280671?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1916753656343280671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=1916753656343280671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1916753656343280671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1916753656343280671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-takes-place-on-romantic-setting-in.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-1786640108446196041</id><published>2010-04-04T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:25:29.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing hurts you more than seeing any of your family members fall to pieces in front of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course i mean emotionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sis, all that I've said that day to you, i mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if the whole world walks away from you, I'll still be there no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can always count on me alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DR's last day in Starbucks last Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My god, it was messy as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor DR, he can't escape the inevitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially with Michael and Asyron around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They taped his hands and feet and carried him outside of store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They poured ice water, frap mix, whip cream, mocha sauce, mango and raspberry syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all over him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor DR. But sure as hell it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God i was not caught in all that action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't make it out alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a way to remember us before moving on to his corporate job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All thanks to Starbucks tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll miss you dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only partner that talks to me in Chinese. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think my store needs more guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When a new chance for a relationship comes knocking on your door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say, go for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come what may.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1786640108446196041?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1786640108446196041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=1786640108446196041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1786640108446196041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1786640108446196041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-hurts-you-more-than-seeing-any.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-4126743580340007729</id><published>2010-03-21T15:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:22:17.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;School isn't &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bad when you're with the right company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brought my camera to school that day and had some side-splitting moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450983906650571154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XI-4hHQZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/F4nYyC3sOtE/s320/CIMG0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Seems more like a picnic than having math class right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450983914854686082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XI_XFIHYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iT8kgyFTWpM/s320/CIMG0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And so Wiyah bought this nips things and we found a green one.&lt;br /&gt;Like the one above that Wiyah is holding.&lt;br /&gt;It sure fits the packaging name.&lt;br /&gt;Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450983923823327234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XI_4fauAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/clLDhCn0lF4/s320/CIMG0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's Wiyah and her nips. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450983940188163938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XJA1dGT2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/d5ycb2o_oJo/s320/CIMG0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the shuttle bus that saves us from walking such a long distance from Queenstown MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's quite near, but you know how Singaporeans are like these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450983931943902834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XJAWvg3nI/AAAAAAAAAP8/r_Mnl2EDLhE/s320/CIMG0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MAZIANA AND WIYAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are really lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leticia and Mel should be in this shot too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buuuut, Mel is M.I.A-ing and Leticia transferred class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Ling's class isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Sure as hell, he's boring, but you people never stick around long enough to find out more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, it's alright, I'll get shots of you people soon enough (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PICNNNNNIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450987793516222946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XMhIOGWeI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qsb2HC0SAPk/s320/23644_374042819199_519874199_3730022_5599965_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lovely spot at ECP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun was shining, the smell of fresh sea water filled the air,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the smiles of exuberance on each of our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With old friends, nostalgia was imminent.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450987796902288722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XMhU1ZnVI/AAAAAAAAAQU/3ZSyT6q4uEo/s320/23644_374043124199_519874199_3730075_4046675_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DARK CLOUDS FILLED THE SKIES WITH ITS GLOOMINESS.&lt;br /&gt;Dampened all our spirits...&lt;br /&gt;for like a few seconds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450987810684933218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XMiILcFGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Y3aRyDkHU-k/s320/23644_374044469199_519874199_3730132_3214300_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ran for shelter with all our barang-barang, we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Found ourselves a pavilion to seek refuge and save our pathetic picnic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turns out to be,&lt;br /&gt;not bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450987807322826930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XMh7p2aLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MZqdURKeYtw/s320/23644_374044349199_519874199_3730110_1554625_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thought that maybe, eating like a barbarian would help lift everyone spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus, the face when i was caught on camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450987813468842306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XMiSjLKUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rztlBG-1NhA/s320/23644_374044584199_519874199_3730155_6053147_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, the inevitable came.&lt;br /&gt;And there was like a huge storm and everyone was fighting for a slight chance of survival&lt;br /&gt;in this horrid weather.&lt;br /&gt;But none made it out alive, i mean dry.&lt;br /&gt;Even us who was under a shelter early, couldn't escape mother nature's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450989813712493714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XOWuCbHJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_b41hszjSQ0/s320/23644_374044894199_519874199_3730183_6079466_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Since the rain killed our picnic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided to bring out our love for Starbucks Coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450989808807640354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XOWbxA_SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/tOv9fjmoHLQ/s320/23644_374044854199_519874199_3730177_7576111_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ended the day with a ICE SHAKEN PASSION TEA.&lt;br /&gt;It was not so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;what really matters is having fun with the company of old good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, i really miss you guys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ICE CREAM AND SHOPPING WITH THE OTHER GIRLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450998491468731090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XWP1MvEtI/AAAAAAAAARU/xTIQSspuCQY/s320/26834_366202354148_627284148_3666029_1204524_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450998483357471042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XWPW-3EUI/AAAAAAAAARM/hrgct0lq52E/s320/26834_366202389148_627284148_3666030_6751989_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451000435454415602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XYA_HCkvI/AAAAAAAAARc/yaioOVy3RJo/s320/26834_366202539148_627284148_3666033_5808956_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the KC people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORE OUTINGS PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-4126743580340007729?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/4126743580340007729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=4126743580340007729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4126743580340007729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4126743580340007729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/03/school-isnt-that-bad-when-youre-with.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/S6XI-4hHQZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/F4nYyC3sOtE/s72-c/CIMG0682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-1772209111395645816</id><published>2010-03-09T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:16:33.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can give a plethora of reasons why i hate doing opening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it all comes down to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate the morning slams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate the morning crowd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These caffeine-driven morons, who i think thrives on their daily doses of coffee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or else can't simply function.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worst part is, they come into Starbucks and thinking it's their damn store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as partners, we have to deal with them with a smile on our faces,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apologising to them when it's just a simple mistake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or not even a mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course there are the exceptions of the nice customers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who actually bothered to make life easier for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes of course, we're the ones serving them and customers are always right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, just think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One partner and one manager on shift,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dealing with 5 customers in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They don't simply order one drink or one pastry, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they order tons of things at one go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mistakes are bound to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These customers, can't use their brains and figured that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are having a hard time serving these idiots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they think waiting in line is annoying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, &lt;strong&gt;WE ARE FLABBERGASTED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, i don't think they treat us like fair humans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More like their servants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay fine, we are being paid for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But don't we deserve a little respect and appreciation too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;F&amp;amp;B people are difficult to mess with you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would not know what's &lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt; your food, would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENARIO ONE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was doing POS (cash register), and i was busy with an order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to warm up a few things and brew coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, my fellow partner took this woman with a baby's order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he called out, 'grande latte' for me to key it in when i was done with the previous order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i took this woman's money and handed her, her change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and put her baby on the counter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So her coffee was in front of the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She just stare at me with this pissed off face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just held out her change in my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And said, 'Don't put the coffee in front of the baby.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN DON'T PUT THE GODDAMN BABY ON THE FREAKING COUNTER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The POS counter is simply to hand out food and drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i don't put the drinks there, where the hell am i supposed to put it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up her ass ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turns out, i keyed in the wrong drink and gave her the wrong amount of change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, nooooo, she can't just simply tell me what i did, she just held it out to me and stare at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course i was confused and already very irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she finally said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I ordered a grande Americano", so why are you charging me for the wrong drink?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN'T SHE JUST SAY IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like, "Oh, i think you charged me for the wrong drink?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of being so stuck up about it and thinks the world world owes her a living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These bloody Chinese tai-tais who thinks they speak with a Caucasian slang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they are &lt;em&gt;all that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel like going on a killing spree right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, it was my mistake, so i just apologised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bugged me for the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENARIO TWO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This couple came in, guy is a Caucasian and his other half is a Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asked for the Fritata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But because we had this unexpected slam, we ran out of it and didn't bring enough in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it was sold out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, the guy didn't understand and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's sold out already?! How long have you been open?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said, "2 hours."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How many did you bring in?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said, "6."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got pissed and said, "you know this is wrong."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do they expect me to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Magically make one appear in front of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sells fast, what can i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knew there would be such a slam on a weekday morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unreasonable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe, I'm also cranky in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus, the sudden outburst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just needed to rant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or else i might burst and explode into pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pissing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In summary, today was just plain bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could be wrong, but it could have been right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1772209111395645816?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1772209111395645816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=1772209111395645816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1772209111395645816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1772209111395645816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-can-give-plethora-of-reasons-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-6107485277916420333</id><published>2010-03-07T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:58:05.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you remember when you were just a kid in pre-school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking to a complete stranger for 5 minutes in your class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you instantly become best friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thought about money and education never crossed your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the only thing that mattered was playing with your neighbours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and getting treats whenever you did something good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness then, was so easily attainable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worries was when you did something wrong and you didn't want to get punished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exams was simply just spelling or multiple choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didn't even know what's the meaning of 'relationships'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was all so simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until we all grew up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know how i always go on about how growing up is so detestable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, despite ALL that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is a good learning experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how much we all hate it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is still a journey we must go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Might as well embrace it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still have so many things to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to grow old without knowing anything about life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through challenges, we gain wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, whoever that went for the Paramore concert tonight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE DON'T TELL ME ABOUT IT,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T FREAKING WANT TO KNOW OKAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go discuss it with people that went for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be an ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All good things must come to an end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6107485277916420333?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6107485277916420333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6107485277916420333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6107485277916420333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6107485277916420333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-remember-when-you-were-just-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-5985218472552484146</id><published>2010-03-05T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:50:28.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something that i failed to tell you is that i missed you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-5985218472552484146?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/5985218472552484146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=5985218472552484146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5985218472552484146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5985218472552484146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-that-i-failed-to-tell-you-is.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-2916283133079761951</id><published>2010-03-04T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:09:53.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WISH I WAS A PUNK ROCKER WITH FLOWERS IN MY HAIR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which means, i want all the privileges of being a rock star,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rocking the socks off all my fans,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WITH FLOWERS IN MY DAMN HAIR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just one of those random surge of imaginations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it's because it's 1.40am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guys are back from Bangkok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it's pretty cool to be traveling with just your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like loads of fun and it's one hell of an experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With lots of planning to be done and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course you have to be traveling with people with survival instincts and not hopelessly lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry Rima, i can never travel with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and I know, we'll both get lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing how ridiculously, depressingly blur we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm liking school more each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Less drama and pretty conducive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not forgetting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that HOT GUY WITH THE HOODIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're obsessed and sorta proud of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're gonna start our own stalker club or something. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The people with the same 'frequency' as me at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't make me feel so out of place as compared to anywhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos, i actually feel at ease with them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing their in the same plight as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They truly understand how it's like, and not give you the,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"WHAT?! YOU'RE REPEATING?!" look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when they ask you what are you doing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course my old friends from KC and church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They don't judge me by my results and still like me for who i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i definitely appreciate that and still love them deep-deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sometimes, you still feel uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially those who are in JCs or polys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they are talking about their school life and the new stuff they learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can just go, "oh, is it? Sounds interesting. Me? Oh nothing, you probably knew it last year."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Last DAMN year".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes you feel like killing yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But que sera sera. No point dwelling in my own sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really miss my old friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss hanging out with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new friends are great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like people from MDIS and Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i still hold a special bond with the old ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You people know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching "Wolfman" gives twilight's Jacob Black a whole new perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i combine those 2 werewolves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll get a hot &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;skitzophrenic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;killing machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was Subway Boy's (aka Jude cheong) birthday 2 days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16TH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally huh. Knowing how anxious you are about growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study hard for N's and O's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't become like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better warn you first, before anyone else does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop gallivanting the streets and quit being such a perv with your erotic thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA. Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to think about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-2916283133079761951?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/2916283133079761951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=2916283133079761951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2916283133079761951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2916283133079761951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-i-was-punk-rocker-with-flowers.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-7756012601573373896</id><published>2010-02-26T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:10:56.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunar new year resolutions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it's too late for that, but too bad, i'm making one anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Prioritising. (It's about time right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; In whatever i decided to do. I'll make sure that I'll be the best at it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or i might as well not do it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not going to fall in love. (Honestly, can't deal with that this year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Make sure that I'm giving my parents money every month &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and try to do some serious money planning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; I failed at it last year, but I'm back up on my feet and aiming for victory this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also to prove to people that i can still do well studying in a private school and not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going back to KC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Start jogging once a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Become a super barista. (But i just voided about a $100 worth of stuff recently, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, that would have to wait.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. &lt;/strong&gt;To simply be optimistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Keeping in mind that however busy i may be this year and whatever conundrums i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may be in, I'll always have God, my family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only realistic goals this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty achievable right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guys in store are going to Vietnam this weekend for their holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the girls are busying slogging their butts off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys are such lucky bastards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we were young, the only thing that mattered was taking time for the things we loved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-7756012601573373896?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/7756012601573373896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=7756012601573373896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7756012601573373896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7756012601573373896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/02/lunar-new-year-resolutions-maybe-its.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-5958919522909548675</id><published>2010-02-25T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:51:38.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A good friend told me that,&lt;br /&gt;those people that always look angry and show their depression,&lt;br /&gt;are actually the ones who have the least troubles in their lives&lt;br /&gt;but simply fail to appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;It's the happy ones we should be wary about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is very true.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is, just be happy with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;There are definitely people who are worse off out there,&lt;br /&gt;who are taking life with a better perspective.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of how we decide to face that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Like how they always say, what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about a guy. Let's just name him Tom.&lt;br /&gt;Tom likes this girl he knew for only a day.&lt;br /&gt;He continued liking her for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;One day he decides to confessed to her.&lt;br /&gt;Claims that he's head over heels in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;However, she didn't accept him.&lt;br /&gt;He goes on telling her that he doesn't want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;She met him in school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Saw him a couple of times but Tom seems to be avoiding her.&lt;br /&gt;She went home and found out that he got into a relationship with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty amusing isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;What are your take on it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prioritizing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-5958919522909548675?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/5958919522909548675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=5958919522909548675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5958919522909548675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5958919522909548675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-friend-told-me-that-those-people.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-279065866698996541</id><published>2010-02-21T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:22:55.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging with my sister's iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;Cool or what. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my store's shift manager (Dan)'s last day. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna miss that fella man.&lt;br /&gt;And I've got my first Starbucks war.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, was that chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;I had whip cream and bar mocha smeared all over my face by Dan.&lt;br /&gt;Fish had green tea powder in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;Asyron had dark mocha powder on his face and back.&lt;br /&gt;Dan had it worst though.&lt;br /&gt;Bar mocha and whip cream on his apron.&lt;br /&gt;Whip cream in his hair.&lt;br /&gt;Dark mocha powder on half of his body.&lt;br /&gt;The whole store stinks of dark mocha after that.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I was not doing closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan is such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Sam, what's lou hey?&lt;br /&gt;Me: it's like a dish where we sort of toss vegetables and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Dan: huh? So you throw vegetables at each other? &lt;br /&gt;So you're suppose to toss it at who? Your parents or your parents throw at you?&lt;br /&gt;Sam: [laughs hysterically] you're such an ass Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically I don't know how to explain what's Lou hey. &lt;br /&gt;And Dan was being such a dumbass about it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work,&lt;br /&gt;Dan: we have salads in store.&lt;br /&gt;What happens if Sam wants to Lou hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to miss you at work Dan.&lt;br /&gt;Do visit us often.&lt;br /&gt;But you know Dan, &lt;br /&gt;we'll always have swensons (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-279065866698996541?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/279065866698996541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=279065866698996541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/279065866698996541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/279065866698996541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-blogging-with-my-sisters-iphone.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-5861562325696798108</id><published>2010-02-20T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:38:29.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are your views on, "Love at first sight".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems pretty ridiculous to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's either you find that particular person exceptionally attractive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you probably want that person for bragging rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a pretty vase without knowing the cracks inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it's redundant to confess to a person when you only known her/him for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is an acquired feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not spontaneous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I am not ruling out the possibility of actual love at first sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just really rare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rare to the point of extinction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never had a job before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never had to experience financial independence before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's, difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, i have to keep in mind to put money aside for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;transport, food, school fees and other miscellaneous stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally know the importance of money managing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juggling school and work is not that easy either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's mentally and physically draining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to forget that I'm starting tuition soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just all part of growing up i guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rima and i agreed that we,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love the chase, but scared of the commitment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we crawl, till we can walk again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we'll run, until we're strong enough to jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we'll fly, until there is no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-5861562325696798108?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/5861562325696798108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=5861562325696798108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5861562325696798108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5861562325696798108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-are-your-views-on-love-at-first.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-8395860561261800812</id><published>2010-02-06T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:22:25.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, some things can only be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it will never come back to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if you tried to renew it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will never be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is when nostalgia can be such a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bestfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh so naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8395860561261800812?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8395860561261800812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8395860561261800812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8395860561261800812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8395860561261800812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-some-things-can-only-be.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-2773561582766149418</id><published>2010-01-31T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:03:21.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My blog seems like some online Oprah sharing session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, there's no point going on endlessly about how life sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which was what i've been doing for the past few days or weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There comes a point of time when you realised that, everyone's life's sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it's just a simple routine for disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Depression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Self pity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Acceptance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Moving on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always a way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just have to make the right choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wish i didn't spend all that time brooding over how i'm such a loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm wasting another year trying to accomplish something that i could have done last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that's just too bad for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I figured that there's no point in saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i should have done this, i should have done that.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What matters now is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm GOING TO do this"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And stick to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, i've found my way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But just to state a obvious fact and get it out of my system once and for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck my life. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's worth the prize is always worth the fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-2773561582766149418?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/2773561582766149418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=2773561582766149418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2773561582766149418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2773561582766149418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-blog-seems-like-some-online-oprah.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-6126800845457184711</id><published>2010-01-28T03:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T03:45:26.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a screwed up day at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caught in the middle of a cross-fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guilt ridden to the bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ultimate awkward moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess that's just another day at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I now truly understand how it feels to grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with huge responsibilities and decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things that mattered a whole lot to me in the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seems really miniscule now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it seems like each important decision,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holds a heavy amount of burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it seem to affect your whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If life is being such a dang bitch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to grow up anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i really want to have these days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is strength to face whatever conundrums i have in my daily life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wisdom to make the right decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a inquisitve mind with a thirst for knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awaiting for that sweet victory that has yet to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6126800845457184711?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6126800845457184711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6126800845457184711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6126800845457184711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6126800845457184711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-screwed-up-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-2349378071224739879</id><published>2010-01-16T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:37:03.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one could comprehend her feelings of pure disappointment when she looked at her script.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A dash of denial and sheer sadness washed over her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it hit her that, that was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's pretty much a complete failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fear of disappointment she assumed that her parents would feel haunted her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she soon learned that nobody could feel more disappointed than herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next few days, friends and family comforted her with assurance that there's a way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She eventually felt better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, she's left with confusion about her choices in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which was not many. To be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never in her life did she felt so lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No sense of directions in life whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hopes and dreams she once had, was killed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or, just simply not within her grasp yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking for an easy way out in a dog-eat-dog country is just not possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she knows that, nobody's life can be miserable forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is definitely something better for her out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teach us to embrace our every joy and pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-2349378071224739879?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/2349378071224739879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=2349378071224739879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2349378071224739879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2349378071224739879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-one-could-comprehend-her-feelings-of.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-6378339976217102691</id><published>2010-01-12T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:50:10.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010 is off to a bad start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6378339976217102691?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6378339976217102691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6378339976217102691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6378339976217102691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6378339976217102691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-is-off-to-bad-start.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-3433843920435822934</id><published>2009-12-21T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:44:30.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SO, Christmas is round the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And i feel like making my annual wish list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which is pretty much impossible to get, but what the heck, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just like thinking about the impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I wanna grow taller (yeap, still number one on my list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I want a 3 in 1 package. Containing M.shadows, Gabe Saporta and Taylor Lautner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(PLEASE WITH WHIP CREAM AND CARAMEL DRIZZLE ON TOP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; 15 points and below for O's. (This is a gargantuan wish. WHICH DIE DIE MUST HAPPEN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I want hayley williams voice or the lead singer from A Fine Frenzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; I want a hot date for Christmas. HAHA. (Not really important actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Thinner thighs and arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; I wish i was musically inclined or mad artistic skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; For my family and friends to stay happy, healthy and safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Never lose a friendship. Especially those that are so close to me. Or to rekindle old friendships that died long ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Overall, i think i just want to improve myself in every positive way. Become a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L-O-V-E is just another word I'll never learn to pronounce.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-3433843920435822934?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/3433843920435822934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=3433843920435822934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3433843920435822934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3433843920435822934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-christmas-is-round-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-6681968062911673532</id><published>2009-11-27T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:48:29.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M ALL FOR TEAM JACOB BLACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But before all you haters come attacking me with pitch forks and pelting me with stones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me say this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAYLOR LAUTNER IS A FINE PIECE OF EYE CANDY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, i LOVE Edward too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Robert Pattinson just didn't turn out quite like what i expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I'm fair. I love them both. Just in different ways.&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/28477949-6681968062911673532?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6681968062911673532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6681968062911673532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6681968062911673532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6681968062911673532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-all-for-team-jacob-black-but-before.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-4497490451449307923</id><published>2009-11-27T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:41:30.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JR says: First off, welcome to Starbucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got the job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm having this mixed feelings though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm excited yet scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally working. For real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember someone saying to me last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos, i was bumming so much during the holidays after N's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said, "Go get yourself a life, go learn a third language"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then goes on telling me how he is making full use of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frankly, I don't give a damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, i guess that asshole is right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should do something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, working would help me pass time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Pats myself on the back*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, training only starts on the 7th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm enjoying my last 2 weeks of being a bum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i start work, life would start feeling hectic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully, my blurness and clumsiness don't get me into too much trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JR says: I'm hiring someone based on whether he/she would be a asset to my store.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm technically more of a klutz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oy vey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only blogging cos I'm bored and i need to rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nostalgia is a failure of true emotion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-4497490451449307923?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/4497490451449307923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=4497490451449307923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4497490451449307923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4497490451449307923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/11/jr-says-first-off-welcome-to-starbucks.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-3035105814924458210</id><published>2009-11-22T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:38:03.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing how dead Rima's blog is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to blog about graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm now officially a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KC ALUMNI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our graduation is held at SHANGRI-LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, be jealous people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlPcA1heMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kxG4ZEGbru0/s1600/12953_179072302876_626387876_3168224_7553561_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406940170314414274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlPcA1heMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kxG4ZEGbru0/s320/12953_179072302876_626387876_3168224_7553561_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our table toasting to friendship and the fact that we're finally getting the hell out of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlPbpGSP3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/eHRrLveVvCM/s1600/12953_179069157876_626387876_3168184_6047684_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406940163942268786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlPbpGSP3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/eHRrLveVvCM/s320/12953_179069157876_626387876_3168184_6047684_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The buffet. Quite a spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlPbb47J_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/I87vmJXMop4/s1600/12953_179090237876_626387876_3168440_7323366_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406940160396568562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlPbb47J_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/I87vmJXMop4/s320/12953_179090237876_626387876_3168440_7323366_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our beloved class chairperson for 2 years in a row. She's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlPbDhb34I/AAAAAAAAAPE/AtZ_qIMrLzw/s1600/12953_179093137876_626387876_3168459_5207366_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406940153855598466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlPbDhb34I/AAAAAAAAAPE/AtZ_qIMrLzw/s320/12953_179093137876_626387876_3168459_5207366_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Class 501. WE ROCK AND WE KNOW IT. I'm gonna miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlPAFr8lwI/AAAAAAAAAO8/t1iXAGKuuVg/s1600/12953_179078307876_626387876_3168378_1297137_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406939690580088578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlPAFr8lwI/AAAAAAAAAO8/t1iXAGKuuVg/s320/12953_179078307876_626387876_3168378_1297137_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The math teacher that taught me for most of my years in KC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlO_uotNhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P19Bi_m5HvE/s1600/12953_179087462876_626387876_3168424_1974801_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406939684392482322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlO_uotNhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P19Bi_m5HvE/s320/12953_179087462876_626387876_3168424_1974801_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Register 20, 21 and 22. Been like that for 5 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlO_FotkQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8gBA94Vl6zo/s1600/14351_343664460227_863165227_9826217_4309045_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406939673386651906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlO_FotkQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8gBA94Vl6zo/s320/14351_343664460227_863165227_9826217_4309045_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our dear biology teacher. She's really great. SHE HEART BIOLOGY. WE HEART HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlO-p4hrOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_kfG-Hqvso4/s1600/12953_179055547876_626387876_3168091_787673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406939665936788706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlO-p4hrOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_kfG-Hqvso4/s320/12953_179055547876_626387876_3168091_787673_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now and forever babes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlO-LvuIqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pwf_xe4rL7A/s1600/10849_221170582192_616522192_4034911_8074164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406939657846792866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlO-LvuIqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pwf_xe4rL7A/s320/10849_221170582192_616522192_4034911_8074164_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shu si, Rima, Lia, Michaela, Me, Cecilia, Michelle and Wendy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends since sec 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, how we have all grown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grown much taller than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In general, we all had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although our heels killed our feet and took up most of our energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was still awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn am i feeling nostalgic already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss every single one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once a KCIAN, &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; a KCIAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to report at starbucks big splash on Tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's a game, but it's not fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I break the rules so I don't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I keep doing my own thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking tall against the rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victory's within the mile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost there, don't give up now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-3035105814924458210?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/3035105814924458210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=3035105814924458210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3035105814924458210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3035105814924458210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/11/seeing-how-dead-rimas-blog-is-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SwlPcA1heMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kxG4ZEGbru0/s72-c/12953_179072302876_626387876_3168224_7553561_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-5832503857890903430</id><published>2009-11-18T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:08:14.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, O's are finally over and graduation is this Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 years in KC is no joke man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although i tell myself i won't go back to that god-forsaken place to study ever again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I'll still miss all those nonsensical times i had there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Discreetly' using our mobile phones in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hiding from the security guards during recess (coconut head auntie and ka-me-ra woman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Smuggling food and eating during lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The early morning rush to copy or attempt to complete our homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that we conveniently 'forgot' to do the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The last minute revision for exams which is happening on that very day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The strange soothing effect when you hear your fellow classmates say to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"you also never do ah? Okay GOOD."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The endless mocking and gossips of certain teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eating my nasi with chilli kentang and 2 fish fillet topped with curry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rima's way of trying to kill me by giving me a heart attack every time she tries to cheat during an exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The make ups and break ups therapy sessions Rima, Cecilia and I share during 'free' periods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2 and a half hours in the com lab on FB and MSN when we were supposed to be doing our F&amp;amp;N coursework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And many, many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simply just too many to mention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess that's what makes secondary school so memorable and enjoyable huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rima, Cecilia, Shu si, Michelle, Wendy, Lia, Mikey, Delicia and Cherie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've known you guys since sec 1 man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we're still as close as ever. Or even closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, i love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farah and Cassan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only known you guys since sec 3, and you 2 are one of the weirdest people on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, it's always the weird ones that I'll remember vividly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you guys too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's make graduation one hell of a good time aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starbucks, oh starbucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you call me already?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't felt this way in a long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-5832503857890903430?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/5832503857890903430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=5832503857890903430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5832503857890903430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5832503857890903430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-os-are-finally-over-and-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-1623996626770750068</id><published>2009-11-10T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:17:54.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm BROKE, BROKE and BROKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna earn my own income,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the dang place didn't call me yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My patience is growing thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'll go for another interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a money-sucking month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the bright side, &lt;strong&gt;ONE MORE DAY LEFT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RAHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Don't stop, make it pop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DJ blow my speakers up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight, i'mma fight till we see the sunlight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tick tock on the clock,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the party don't stop&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Thursday is CECILIA'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know i won't be blogging on that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos I'll be too busy partying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The party will be a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As one of the VVVVIP,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll make it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i need a new life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget about the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Undo all my past mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to stand up for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll do things cos it makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starting from today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be a new me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't deserve that chapter in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1623996626770750068?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1623996626770750068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=1623996626770750068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1623996626770750068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1623996626770750068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-broke-broke-and-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-4392742868125185592</id><published>2009-11-08T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:46:51.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 more days to endure to &lt;strong&gt;F.R.E.E.D.O.M&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Party everyday, p-p-p-party everyday&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then i can start work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i do get the job at starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Specifically at Bigsplash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Fingers crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of which, my cousin Marco is SOOO nice to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Illi telling Marc&lt;/strong&gt;: Sam's got a interview at Starbucks with Sheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, Sheena is shift manager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marc asking me&lt;/strong&gt;: Then you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Haven't go for the interview yet what manger you want me to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marc&lt;/strong&gt;: *Does mopping action* Toilet manager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How nice huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then, his kindness doesn't stop there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me going off for my interview&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay, bye Marc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marc&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't worry about the interview. Just bring a mop and they will definitely hire you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's such a nice cousin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ought to strangle him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-4392742868125185592?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/4392742868125185592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=4392742868125185592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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17...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that my birthday is so close to the 'O' levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really mothereffing inconvenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually my birthday can be very simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me alcohol, dance music and a few good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we have a party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the sake of rima, I'll provide milo or something ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time is passing too damn fast man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too.Damn.Fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna grow up anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My exams are in less than a week away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Less.Than.A.Week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tension is building up every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buuut, less than a month to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;freeeedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prepare the confetti and vodka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy 17th birthday in advance to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can finally see what's good for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-5133078396660535875?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/5133078396660535875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=5133078396660535875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5133078396660535875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5133078396660535875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-this-would-be-my-last-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-6197036811873870798</id><published>2009-09-20T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:02:21.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SrUmwO30K8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/lZhpq5tNTAo/s1600-h/Ugly_truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383251539659074498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SrUmwO30K8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/lZhpq5tNTAo/s320/Ugly_truth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Midnight show with my sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think half of our nation's population are practically nocturnal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so goddamn annoying to see the cinema filled with couples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just irks me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the other hand, this show makes a lot of sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383252661051720258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SrUnxgYqAkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EJ9fHg4TQ2I/s320/Cobra-starship-hot-mess-2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Cobra Starship's &lt;em&gt;'HOT MESS' &lt;/em&gt;album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I FINALLY GOT IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND LIKE A MILLION HEARTFELT 'THANK YOU' TO THE PERSON THAT GAVE IT TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;You are dang awesome i swear (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO ALL MY MUSLIM FRIENDS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy yourselves man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat like pigs. Collect hell loads of money. Dress to impress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last thing on her mind is growing up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6197036811873870798?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6197036811873870798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6197036811873870798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6197036811873870798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6197036811873870798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/09/midnight-show-with-my-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/SrUmwO30K8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/lZhpq5tNTAo/s72-c/Ugly_truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-1544010367026243287</id><published>2009-09-13T14:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:10:03.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SqyVrfzOECI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Eus1ZBcOrCY/s1600-h/The_Proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380840229304143906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SqyVrfzOECI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Eus1ZBcOrCY/s320/The_Proposal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes two to make a thing go right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes two to make it out of sight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT SHOW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More of a chick flick but &lt;em&gt;hell &lt;/em&gt;funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really do not wish for it to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But at the same time, i miss Rima. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That cacat ding dong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't seen her this WHOLE week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is my MATH PRELIMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May God have mercy on my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels great to be in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially when i feel like @!$#.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to know you so well, but now, i feel like i don't know you at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1544010367026243287?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1544010367026243287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=1544010367026243287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1544010367026243287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1544010367026243287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-feels-great-to-be-in-rain-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SqyVrfzOECI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Eus1ZBcOrCY/s72-c/The_Proposal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-2628866219051359</id><published>2009-09-08T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:30:01.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i can still do a lot of things with one working ear right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not completely deaf in a ear yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm just preparing for the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the doctor was so damn freaking comforting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first thing he said when he checked it was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh my, not good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i have to see him again in 5 days time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess all i can do now is be positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure I'll be fine (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just pick yourself up and sing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-2628866219051359?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/2628866219051359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=2628866219051359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2628866219051359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2628866219051359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-i-can-still-do-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-1323935650114424814</id><published>2009-09-06T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:47:26.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling in love is like committing emotional suicide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1323935650114424814?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1323935650114424814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=1323935650114424814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1323935650114424814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1323935650114424814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-in-love-is-like-committing.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-4621083624805461812</id><published>2009-09-04T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:25:52.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, i was bored today and decided to just go on Sheena's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Since my laptop had been taken over by my brother.&lt;br /&gt;So i went through her itunes.&lt;br /&gt;And this one song came up.&lt;br /&gt;It's called 'happy' by mocca.&lt;br /&gt;And i just laughed my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;Because, it's like a fairy tale-ish kind of song.&lt;br /&gt;Those kind of theme songs you get from the cartoon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'barbie'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i imagined my sis singing to it.&lt;br /&gt;Its so ironic, it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hitting my head in the morning just throws the rest of the day off balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rima: Eh, very hard eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: No larh,  my head soft what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only can get this sort of question from Rima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You treat me just like another stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-4621083624805461812?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/4621083624805461812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=4621083624805461812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4621083624805461812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4621083624805461812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-was-bored-today-and-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-7908097158056969123</id><published>2009-08-30T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:42:42.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm excited about the future, but i have this sense of nostalgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for O's to be over, but i want time to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is so paradoxical, it's irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After O's it will be quite hectic from then on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Class party [tentative]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cecilia's birthday chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Graduation night and thrashing of hotel room [tentative]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tprawks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ultimately, get myself a part-time job...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no such thing as the ultimate perfection on earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excluding God and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfection is the eye of the beholder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which also means, perfection is based solely on one's opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only aim to be perfect in your own eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not what others think perfection is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to self: STUDY, STUDY, STUDY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-7908097158056969123?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/7908097158056969123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=7908097158056969123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not good enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6515943900316110213?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6515943900316110213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6515943900316110213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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too much of yourself on a online journal is simply too risky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So most of the time i write some meaningless crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i am still quite amazed that some people actually reads my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They actually want to read some of my meaningless crap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seriously, you guys, should go get yourself a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nah, I'm just playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Read if you must. It'll help kill maybe less than a minute of your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was doing some thinking a while back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who are we as people, with equal rights as others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to criticize and judge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody's different and nobody is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we were to be judged, let it be on fair grounds and only god should do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only we could all remember that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think the world would be a happier place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just move like you gonna die soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-997760231977477348?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/997760231977477348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=997760231977477348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/997760231977477348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/997760231977477348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-i-dont-know-whats-purpose-of.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-7441394801120281169</id><published>2009-08-14T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:21:28.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SoVV1fXaC2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/AM8DI4M_M-4/s1600-h/gabe+saporta+(BF2)+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369792508150287202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SoVV1fXaC2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/AM8DI4M_M-4/s320/gabe+saporta+(BF2)+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will never sing perfectly. But I will always be awesome. Even when I fuck up. I’m awesome because I am not afraid to fall nor ashamed to stumble. Because I never wanted to be beautiful, and I never pretended to be&lt;/em&gt;." -Gabe Saporta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some words of wisdom from a true rockstar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is why i absolutely love, love, love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's simply &lt;em&gt;amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fangs up, cobra style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/28477949-7441394801120281169?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/7441394801120281169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=7441394801120281169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7441394801120281169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7441394801120281169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-never-sing-perfectly.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/SoVV1fXaC2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/AM8DI4M_M-4/s72-c/gabe+saporta+(BF2)+(7).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-2740669921256820362</id><published>2009-08-07T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:21:19.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, I am officially a hardcore, and i mean HARDCORE fan of Cobra Starship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fangs up suckaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new tutor is Chinese, named Lucas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everybody thinks that the name Lucas gives them the impression that the guy is hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National day 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was dancing retarded-ly to national songs in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm cool like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fireworks on Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boom boom pow. Like literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stumbling but yeah, you're still looking hella fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-2740669921256820362?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/2740669921256820362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=2740669921256820362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2740669921256820362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2740669921256820362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-i-am-officially-hardcore-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-5272558939841216808</id><published>2009-08-03T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:00:44.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What the &lt;em&gt;@#*%!@#$%$#@&lt;/em&gt; is wrong with everybody today?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's in the middle of the night for god's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give it a rest and go SLEEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bloody &lt;em&gt;freaking&lt;/em&gt; hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just realised that the human species are never happy with what they have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our wants will never be enough until we are practically drowning in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like totally submerged, suffocating and choking you to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe even then, we still might want more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody wishes they could go to heaven but no one wants to die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-5272558939841216808?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-28477949.post-7016545164062778303</id><published>2009-07-28T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:27:21.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want to be a studious, hardworking person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that studies till i have astigmatism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and have to wear 50 inch thick glasses (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe my tutor got me a substitute for his absence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I'll be free from tuition from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But noooo, a freaking substitute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love isn't worth the pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-7016545164062778303?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/7016545164062778303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=7016545164062778303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7016545164062778303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/7016545164062778303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-be-studious-hardworking.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-1125257942603154250</id><published>2009-07-25T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:36:54.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Question: What does it mean by "I give you my heart"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the first place, what does a heart have to do with anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does a heart symbolise love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A heart is just a vital organ right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't my lungs symbolise love then? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a random thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GABE SAPORTA GABE SAPORTA GABE SAPORTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I SHALL GIVE HIM MY LUNGS (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cecilia, i enjoyed studying and bowling with you babe ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nostalgia is the failure of true emotion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-1125257942603154250?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1125257942603154250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=1125257942603154250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1125257942603154250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1125257942603154250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/07/question-what-does-it-mean-by-i-give.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-1430598396801277191</id><published>2009-07-13T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:08:05.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like i need to revive my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only good thing that happened recently was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS TRANSFORMERS TRANSFORMERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GOLD CLASS GOLD CLASS GOLD CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all have very expensive taste apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School's been aight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love everything about school except the studying part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357950872997533234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SltD7m0DFjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/BpOtEh8j6co/s320/gold+class+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes i wonder what i do without these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These past few days it's like we are high or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I help Cecilia decorate her journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i didn't finish it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cecilia: Thanks HALF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam: Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cecilia: It is only done halfway what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam: Nooo. It's 3 quarters done! So you should say thanks 3/4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can always count on Cecilia to make these sort of comments. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rima's not any better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did i tell you what a great friend she is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[During bio lessons]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam: Omg, i suck. (take note, i was joking, i know I ROCK)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rima: Yes Sam you suck. Everything and anything you do, you suck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam: [Expression dead serious] Wow Rima, thanks for the great encouragement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rima: [laughs hysterically]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rima, if this is the way you support people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do me a favour and never support me ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to mention i suffered a lot of injuries from both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they got me a new nickname too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How nice of them huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and we are gonna be goddamn successful in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RSC Caffeine Masters or AKA, Really Shiok Coffee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be the next starbucks in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just you people wait. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, my mom bought her birthday cake a month early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were discussing about her birthday and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wanted to tell my dad that she wants to eat at jack's place for her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said it too fast without really thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it came out as,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: Paul, my birthday i wanna eat jack fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad: Okay. 1kg enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest of us: [Laughs hysterically]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy, mommy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing's ever built to last.&lt;/em&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/28477949-1430598396801277191?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1430598396801277191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=1430598396801277191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1430598396801277191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/1430598396801277191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-like-i-need-to-revive-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/SltD7m0DFjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/BpOtEh8j6co/s72-c/gold+class+(5).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-2613098013078836996</id><published>2009-06-26T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:16:57.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The holidays are over soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual, homework is not done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And because of the H1N1 thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rima and Cecilia won't be in school for the first week of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the holidays was quite a bore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bumming at home most of my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worse still, spending quality time with my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I even watch NARUTO with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 freaking episodes back to back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This proves the extreme boredom i was in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played L4D for the first time in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Half the time i don't know what the hell i was doing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i kept shooting my own teammates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to be saved by Joel don't know how many million times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But mind you, i didn't die at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall, it was &lt;strong&gt;DA BOMB&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't know killing zombies was so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Joel, it's been a long time man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MJ PASSED AWAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE KING OF POP DIED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was a legend. A freaking legend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bit loony but STILL a legend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No doubt people were making fun of him and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But everybody loves him for his dance moves and songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a sad day for people everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you love a woman, you tell her that she's really wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-2613098013078836996?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/2613098013078836996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=2613098013078836996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2613098013078836996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2613098013078836996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays-are-over-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-8983660173443316399</id><published>2009-06-08T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:49:52.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Chinese 'O's is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and being the most intelligent person ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgot to bring my Chinese dictionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to Cassan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whose kiasu-ism saved my ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She brought 2 electronic dictionaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you forever Cassan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June holidays has started.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the school took one week of my holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, it officially started today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But being the hardworking person that i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going back to school tomorrow, Wednesday and Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Math lessons with the DM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's not all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still have some chemistry help from some ex-KCians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's good for me but it burned more of my precious holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cancelled Math tuition for today though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last week is so hectic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was out everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm either back at 7 or not home at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent most of my time with Cecilia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she's definitely enjoying life now in Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/Sizpe82OTMI/AAAAAAAAANs/OpaOZZyD2ck/s1600-h/06062009068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344903575720840386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/Sizpe82OTMI/AAAAAAAAANs/OpaOZZyD2ck/s320/06062009068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/Sizpepr_EbI/AAAAAAAAANk/zILVJnmpBQA/s1600-h/06062009140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344903570577625522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/Sizpepr_EbI/AAAAAAAAANk/zILVJnmpBQA/s320/06062009140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SizpeceJWOI/AAAAAAAAANc/oYON_GzQPb4/s1600-h/06062009072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344903567029917922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SizpeceJWOI/AAAAAAAAANc/oYON_GzQPb4/s320/06062009072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SizpecEaVUI/AAAAAAAAANU/e_ODoVkxcb4/s1600-h/06062009138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344903566921979202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SizpecEaVUI/AAAAAAAAANU/e_ODoVkxcb4/s320/06062009138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/Sizpd0uLc4I/AAAAAAAAANM/yvW0qySWoak/s1600-h/06062009136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344903556359746434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/Sizpd0uLc4I/AAAAAAAAANM/yvW0qySWoak/s320/06062009136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rima is standing up straight and she is STILL shorter than Cecilia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Face the fact Rima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're both short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my sister's birthday yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be nice and not reveal your true age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY SHARON PEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On her birthday was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went karaoke with her and we sang for 5 hours straight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that place is cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$47+ plus lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the songs wasn't that cacat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The place was nice too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you wanna go, it's across the road from bugis junction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My family went to have a Japanese buffet after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then my sis and I saw this hot personal trainer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we were just ogling at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ask my mom whether we're suitable, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she simply says,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't want larh. He's so big!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom secretly don't want to talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried talking to her for like 15 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going on and on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To find out that she wasn't listening to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm talking about A, she's talking about B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she stole the durian puffs from the restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because it's nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part-time lovers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8983660173443316399?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8983660173443316399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8983660173443316399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8983660173443316399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8983660173443316399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-chinese-os-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/Sizpe82OTMI/AAAAAAAAANs/OpaOZZyD2ck/s72-c/06062009068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-8425904568178357863</id><published>2009-05-24T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:16:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those who didn't watch the finals for American Idol,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRIS ALLEN WON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you remember one duet by Megan and Michael, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;singing 'Pretty flowers' by Steve Martin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'm hooked on the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so cheesy but catchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I gave you pretty flowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I took you out to dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we walked on by the river&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you invite me in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we sat down on the sofa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I told you funny stories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I moved a little closer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you put your hand in mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I told you, you were lovely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I put my arms around you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I touched you on the shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you rest your head on mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me that's not cute. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go search it on youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too lazy to upload the video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Takes years to build a good friendship, but just moments to destroy one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't felt like this in a long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8425904568178357863?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8425904568178357863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8425904568178357863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8425904568178357863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8425904568178357863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-those-who-didnt-watch-finals-for.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-2424688212456217905</id><published>2009-05-20T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:08:31.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intensive Chinese starts tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How am i supposed to survive 6 periods of Chinese?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll probably be sleeping for the first 3 periods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll be taking back my mid-years papers tomorrow also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doomsday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337904901098306322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/ShQMOeLH-xI/AAAAAAAAANE/xvHDdqsVqt8/s320/Angels_and_demons.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons is one hell of a good movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keeps you absorbed in the movie from the beginning to the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot of twist and turns too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keeps you guessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESULTS OF THE AMERICAN IDOL IS TOMORROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm all for Kris Allen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stand Adam Lambert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No doubt he has a good voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never come across a singer like him before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, he's too drama mama for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He belongs to Broadway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Either way, both of them are going to make an album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, whatever it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My throat is feeling very ECK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I predict a sore throat coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quote Joel's father, "Ohhhh. That's a bad sign."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How to sing for mass tomorrow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Here's a 'Guess' wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: Guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: 'Guess' ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: Yarh larh. Guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: The wallet! 'Guess'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: Guess who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Aiyah, the brand 'Guess'! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: Oh, i thought you asking me to guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom. Blur like nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so glad i found you. I love being around you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-2424688212456217905?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/2424688212456217905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=2424688212456217905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2424688212456217905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2424688212456217905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/05/intensive-chinese-starts-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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/_Ijaw08vww2M/ShQMOeLH-xI/AAAAAAAAANE/xvHDdqsVqt8/s72-c/Angels_and_demons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-211292627792458972</id><published>2009-05-17T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:52:46.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats, congrats, congrats to the 2009 confirmants!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like archbishop Nicholas Chia said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, didn't really hear what he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's something to do with going into adulthood of church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the 7 gifts from the holy spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Piety, understanding, knowledge, counsel, fear of the lord, fortitude and wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And bestfriend, nice hanging with you again (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHINESE ORAL TOMORROW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to screw it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At this moment, i wish i speak as fluent Chinese as my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't matter if i say zero as gero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or Dejavu as the jumbu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are so many nice movies coming out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i have no time to watch them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, after i get back my mid-year results,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm officially screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There goes my freedom and yes, life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like Joel would say, "life is bleak man".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The deadliest words: Maybe, one day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-211292627792458972?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/211292627792458972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=211292627792458972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/211292627792458972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/211292627792458972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/05/congrats-congrats-congrats-to-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-2299847119578222356</id><published>2009-05-15T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:45:13.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just some random shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty depressed that my favourite udon place is closed down/under renovation.&lt;br /&gt;I was really craving for udon.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming tomorrow at Michelle's place.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;Even though i don't know how to swim (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swine flu has hit Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting closer people.&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for the government to declare that we don't need to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-2299847119578222356?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/2299847119578222356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=2299847119578222356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2299847119578222356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2299847119578222356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-some-random-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-6946153408025130107</id><published>2009-05-14T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:35:56.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SgvSHNe3OmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4qEqJaE3afE/s1600-h/2806_72671022876_626387876_1916287_3805074_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335589204870511202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SgvSHNe3OmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4qEqJaE3afE/s320/2806_72671022876_626387876_1916287_3805074_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guys? or Long time good friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which one would you rather lose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is more important to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By how you are behaving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you seem to have made a decision already.&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to amaze me really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How you can be unhappy with me over and over again about the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me tell you this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never wanted any of your 'possessions'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never even thought of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos i treasure friendships more than anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want a repeat of last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, you can continue doing what you're doing if that makes you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a peace treaty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm NOT trying to start a war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NO MORE PAPERS! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that i ever wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6946153408025130107?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6946153408025130107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6946153408025130107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6946153408025130107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6946153408025130107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/05/guys-or-long-time-good-friends-which.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SgvSHNe3OmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4qEqJaE3afE/s72-c/2806_72671022876_626387876_1916287_3805074_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-6720832348391685591</id><published>2009-05-13T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:16:19.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new house phone has a answering machine!&lt;br /&gt;My family was just playing with it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My mom thinks she's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;She told us not to pick up the phone cos she want to check out the answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;So her first attempt goes like this,&lt;br /&gt;"Please go and eat.&lt;br /&gt;Please help me vacuum the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Please, please help me vacuum the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Um, YARH LARH, YARH LARH!&lt;br /&gt;Just help me vacuum the floor larh!"&lt;br /&gt;[laughs to herself]&lt;br /&gt;[beep, beep, beep..]&lt;br /&gt;End of her attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE MID-YEAR PAPER TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My depressants (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-6720832348391685591?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6720832348391685591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=6720832348391685591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6720832348391685591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/6720832348391685591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-house-phone-has-answering.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-2108541912823325652</id><published>2009-05-12T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:59:37.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brother can be quite funny at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brother and i was rushing to the toilet cos both of us want to bathe first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i grabbed my clothes and ran to the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, he was too slow and he panicked when he saw me come out of my room already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He then ran out of his room and shouted, "I DON'T NEED TO WEAR CLOTHES LARH!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha. Don't know whether that's funny but i laughed damn hard at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every moment spent with you is a moment i treasure (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-2108541912823325652?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/2108541912823325652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=2108541912823325652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2108541912823325652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/2108541912823325652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-brother-can-be-quite-funny-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-903074736019532102</id><published>2009-05-10T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:55:09.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/Sgbpg5gaiEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c2PLcvRj2VY/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334207560068794434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/Sgbpg5gaiEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c2PLcvRj2VY/s400/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SgboazzSBnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ApOH4LtOmas/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweeeeet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Epiphany.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-903074736019532102?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/903074736019532102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=903074736019532102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/903074736019532102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/903074736019532102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweeeeet-epiphany.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/Sgbpg5gaiEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c2PLcvRj2VY/s72-c/096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-9123034190255217360</id><published>2009-05-10T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:04:48.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to popular demand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no life bastards who is also skitzophrenic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally decided to remove my tag board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm too worn out to be bothered about spamers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're not happy with me, just tell me aight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't need to make yourself look stupid on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is driving me insane nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ask myself all the time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do i even bother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But these people make me care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Rima and Cecilia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Delicia, Farah and cassan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Wendy, shu si, Michelle, Lia and Michaela and Nadia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Joel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Jude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Justin&lt;br /&gt;-Matt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Illi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Joey Ng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life would definitely be intolerable without you people (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright then, PICTURES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334192223411504290" style="DISPLAY: block; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SgbUzFa71uI/AAAAAAAAALE/FQbeL79NlM8/s200/2806_72715592876_626387876_1917176_2052160_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334184779627036018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SgbUy5v2_XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/22qEItBlv_g/s200/3304_1075500648059_1242487739_30226180_7878259_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334184776236737538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SgbUytHjJAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cIn92AHmnu4/s200/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Last but not least, my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334192227237949890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SgbbkaQq8cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BeLQgWAIbHI/s200/11546557_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Can't do it without him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the reason i still believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-9123034190255217360?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/9123034190255217360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=9123034190255217360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/9123034190255217360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/9123034190255217360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/05/due-to-popular-demand-and-no-life.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SgbbkMAYBKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AeLbxUyueFM/s72-c/n669778832_1986715_1857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-8900999753220745181</id><published>2009-04-22T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:49:57.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMDD IS TODAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first EMDD ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the biggest fan of my school,&lt;br /&gt;and so i didn't bother going for the last 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;But since this is my last year,&lt;br /&gt;i thought, oh, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks while anticipating for EMDD was absolute euphoria and worrisome people.&lt;br /&gt;"What dress are you gonna wear?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so excited for EMDD."&lt;br /&gt;Can't say so myself though.&lt;br /&gt;Cos, to me, it's just a normal KC performance, held at a fancier place, creating a more sophisticated environment.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the hot and humid performance held at our cacat hall.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not into the mood yet, but i will be hype up later. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;All the money and energy spent will be worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully there will be pictures uploaded soon.&lt;br /&gt;Rima just text me to bring my "fountain" later.&lt;br /&gt;When she meant foundation.&lt;br /&gt;Rima, Rima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comparisons are easily done, once you've had a taste of perfection.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8900999753220745181?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8900999753220745181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8900999753220745181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8900999753220745181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8900999753220745181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/04/emdd-is-today-my-first-emdd-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-8995668236157997876</id><published>2009-04-20T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:56:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To &lt;strong&gt;bestfriend&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to be so sensitive nowadays&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't mean to seem so uninterested when you talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;You think that i prolly changed.&lt;br /&gt;But i can't figure out how.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to be myself and get along with the new you.&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy poly life.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that you have such a screwed up best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll love you even if you change to become a real bitch in the future. You should know that better, and i still won't listen to jap screamo. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8995668236157997876?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8995668236157997876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8995668236157997876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8995668236157997876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8995668236157997876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-bestfriend-i-didnt-mean-to-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-4590548394656070470</id><published>2009-04-12T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:36:15.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'M DONE WITH MY F&amp;amp;N COURSEWORK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Huge sense of achievement.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sweet euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for now.&lt;br /&gt;Next to survive, &lt;strong&gt;PRACTICAL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I won't try my own food the day before the actual practical again.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the agony of food poisoning... [pukes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beginning to enjoy my secondary 5 life.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we get the ground floor classroom.&lt;br /&gt;No need to climb any cumbersome stairs.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, a certain teacher has to break his leg and take our classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to climb to the third floor for lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M EXCITED&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So many events coming up,&lt;br /&gt;-Watching 'Cats' the musical.&lt;br /&gt;-Going for Jude's father birthday dinner thingy (I can't pass off good food. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;EMDD!&lt;/strong&gt; (You have no idea how excited Rima and co. are man.)&lt;br /&gt;-Natalie's musical thingy at VJC. (Tentative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just gone through a pretty good holy week.&lt;br /&gt;Easter vigil mass was good.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I tricked Illi that mass was at 7.30pm when it was actually at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then we reached church much earlier than expected.&lt;br /&gt;6.30 we were in church already.&lt;br /&gt;Should have seen her face when i told her the truth man.&lt;br /&gt;She says i wasted her time.&lt;br /&gt;If she didn't make me miss half the mass of holy Thursday, I wouldn't have tricked her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday was a killer man.&lt;br /&gt;Really scared myself silly that day.&lt;br /&gt;2 horror shows in a day does my heart no bloody good man.&lt;br /&gt;First i watched "The unborn".&lt;br /&gt;That show was so-so. Not that scary.&lt;br /&gt;But the show Joel, Illi and I rented, "Mirrors".&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;It was more gore than anything.&lt;br /&gt;The woman's tore her jaws apart until her ears!&lt;br /&gt;This Illi and Joel hug my arms, then i couldn't cover my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;so i was shouting and kicking the whole scene like one spastic child.&lt;br /&gt;When i told them after that,&lt;br /&gt;they laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the show was M18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus Christ is risen today, hallelujah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-4590548394656070470?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/4590548394656070470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=4590548394656070470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4590548394656070470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4590548394656070470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-done-with-my-f-coursework-hallelujah.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-8221260583301028948</id><published>2009-03-28T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:34:47.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ages since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;And my new found busy side of me is causing things to be all hay wired.&lt;br /&gt;it's driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;Insane i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Especially F&amp;amp;N.&lt;br /&gt;One hell of a bloody sickening subject.&lt;br /&gt;My study hours has lengthened itself too.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's good.&lt;br /&gt;With a new private tutor for math and all.&lt;br /&gt;School hours are also gonna be longer starting from April.&lt;br /&gt;School's seriously a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Stress is really getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised my brother has at least 5 torch lights by his bed.&lt;br /&gt;What in the world he needs 5 for, i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the new EZ-LINK card sucks!&lt;br /&gt;The picture was when i was freaking P5!&lt;br /&gt;When i collected it at the office,&lt;br /&gt;Rima saw it and immediately started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words to describe how i look then.&lt;br /&gt;It's like i went for extreme make-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new obsession. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest man alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Matthew Charles Sanders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.K.A, M. Shadows.&lt;br /&gt;My new beloved.&lt;br /&gt;He wants me i just know it.&lt;br /&gt;A rock star obsession is better than a fictional character obsession aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the chocolates Jude (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No pain or sign of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8221260583301028948?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8221260583301028948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8221260583301028948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8221260583301028948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8221260583301028948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-ages-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-3482672124826862178</id><published>2009-03-16T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:58:22.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had one hell of a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my PTM.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J told my dad that i need more self-motivation.&lt;br /&gt;He says I'm doing things because i have to not that i want to.&lt;br /&gt;What does he expects?&lt;br /&gt;It's homework and studying we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;I won't go,&lt;br /&gt;"I have 10 million tons of homework. I'M SO BLOODY EXCITED TO DO IT."&lt;br /&gt;My dad didn't get angry with me,&lt;br /&gt;but he did ground me for the march holidays.&lt;br /&gt;However, knowing me, I'll try to wiggle my way out of it.&lt;br /&gt;As if it is not torture enough,&lt;br /&gt;he brought me to my godparents' house and let them lecture me also.&lt;br /&gt;2 bloody hours okay.&lt;br /&gt;Then godpa got me to do a schedule for myself.&lt;br /&gt;But even the schedule that i gave him seems slack.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's gonna scold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday i went for Azriel's gig at Robertson walk with Kenneth Tan.&lt;br /&gt;And so, i invited Joel and he invited Matthew Shep.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Robertson walk a place in Clarke Quay?&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'm not totally wrong and i didn't give ya'll the wrong information okay!&lt;br /&gt;Azriel's band is good man.&lt;br /&gt;Although the band's name is a bit of a screw up.&lt;br /&gt;But ya'll did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have that proper atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we saw Adrian Pang!&lt;br /&gt;We waved at him all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;His Caucasian wife looks like Drew Barrymore.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to peninsula from Muhammad Sultan road WHICH IS ALSO IN CLARKE QUAY!&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a long, wet walk.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew is seriously crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing how I'm such a road hazard, he still make me cross the highway.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the most fun i had in ages man.&lt;br /&gt;However, there's a price to pay for going out with a group of guys.&lt;br /&gt;They made fun of me like mad boy.&lt;br /&gt;All the short, tomboy, china jokes came out.&lt;br /&gt;Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the good old past.&lt;br /&gt;But i should stick to going out with a bunch of girls.&lt;br /&gt;Embrace my girlish side.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's make a new start.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-3482672124826862178?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/3482672124826862178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=3482672124826862178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3482672124826862178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/3482672124826862178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-one-hell-of-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-147560420002243830</id><published>2009-03-10T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:53:47.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ought to kill Cherie for posting cacat videos of me on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad there wasn't the one where Rima won me in arm wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;I want to announce to her Indonesia friends how man SHE really is.&lt;br /&gt;Payback time baby.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School these past few days have been so insane man.&lt;br /&gt;Joel's mad genes is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;My mom warn me about people like you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And it's also because Rima and Cecilia retarded behaviour adds to the whole insanity atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i have friends like Delicia, Cassan, Farah and Cherie.&lt;br /&gt;Not one day has my ears had ever any rest.&lt;br /&gt;But without them, I'm not used to the peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARENT-TEACHER MEETING THIS SATURDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are giving us back our results slips on that day.&lt;br /&gt;My parents didn't even know i had my CAs.&lt;br /&gt;And my oh so 'fantastic' results just screams, "OH MY GOSH, I SUCK."&lt;br /&gt;So i've got first in class for Biology. Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Does me no dang good if the rest of my subjects all look like they've commited suicide.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;No wait, my dad is not going to let me die so easily.&lt;br /&gt;My father believes in slow torture.&lt;br /&gt;I can predict my own punishment.&lt;br /&gt;Grounded for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i know where i got my retarded genes from.&lt;br /&gt;My mom. For sure.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should ask HER to go for my parent-teacher meeting session on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;She just sits there and act like she knows what my teacher is tlaking about.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;Her room is under some kind of renovation.&lt;br /&gt;Then she just had to come to my room and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And i needed to use the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;So i was going in and out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom complaint like the old auntie she is that i am noisy &lt;br /&gt;and proceeds to chasing me out of my own room.&lt;br /&gt;Injustice.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm going to chase you out of your room too for being noisy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;amp;N is killing me. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get older and blame turns to shame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-147560420002243830?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/147560420002243830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=147560420002243830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/147560420002243830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/147560420002243830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-ought-to-kill-cherie-for-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-5866783460576878621</id><published>2009-03-01T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:15:30.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really hooked onto Facebook man.&lt;br /&gt;I can spend how many hours on it man.&lt;br /&gt;It's killing my studying time.&lt;br /&gt;Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY MARCUS HO AND AJ SHEPHERDSON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you  2 will never come across this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's already the starting of lent and i decided to give up 3 things.&lt;br /&gt;-Profanities&lt;br /&gt;-Talking on the phone unnecessarily for hours&lt;br /&gt;-Losing my temper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if i can do it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i have no mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O lord, you have been our hope, you have been our refuge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-5866783460576878621?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/5866783460576878621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=5866783460576878621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5866783460576878621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/5866783460576878621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-really-hooked-onto-facebook-man.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-9217107228909634386</id><published>2009-02-22T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:59:43.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never felt so okay wearing a skirt, standing in front of 2 guys on the MRT before.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's only because they were GAY! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm not assuming.&lt;br /&gt;They are gay.&lt;br /&gt;They kept touching each other all.&lt;br /&gt;Then the auntie beside them gave the very "stupid gay piece of shit" face.&lt;br /&gt;But i kept wanting to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Cos it was just so amusing and they don't even look gay at all.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i really had a full meal with Jude and his family man.&lt;br /&gt;They had salad, soup, steak with lamb and beef liver.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and red wine. Not forgetting the desert after that.&lt;br /&gt;What a dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Very nice bunch of people really.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for having me for dinner again (:&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i really look that young?&lt;br /&gt;You would think that being in the church choir since primary 5&lt;br /&gt;would let the choir members realise how old i am, but unfortunately not.&lt;br /&gt;Just today, two of my choir members asked me,&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you now ah? Sec 3 ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Then they went on saying how i still look very baby-ish.&lt;br /&gt;So i told Russell,&lt;br /&gt;"You see Russ, I'm somewhat like Benjamin Button. Instead of growing older, I'm just not growing at all."&lt;br /&gt;Last year I'm sec 3 this year I'm also sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;And i just wanted to point out one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Justin. Caused me to go for lunch alone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Kidding ah babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go do my bloody F&amp;amp;N coursework now. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really shouldn't miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-9217107228909634386?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/9217107228909634386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=9217107228909634386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/9217107228909634386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/9217107228909634386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-never-felt-so-okay-wearing-skirt.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</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-28477949.post-4354699667251002994</id><published>2009-02-18T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:39:05.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so now i can blog about valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's what happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, met Rima and we were on our way to Shu si's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, it was the first day of my 'thing'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is where hell started for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304099445522101634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZvyV-ew9YI/AAAAAAAAAHw/F9kfdFCX1lI/s200/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TA-DAH! Dying from cramps on Shu si's carpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shu si gave me pain killers and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was out cold not long after this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304099449263890210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZvyWMa4HyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/psYus5pgLkk/s200/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, they had all the fun without me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how happy they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid cramps.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZv13Y5xEmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RakLZgnp3Z8/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304103318085243490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZv13Y5xEmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RakLZgnp3Z8/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After regaining consciousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rima, Cecilia and I left Shu si's place to meet Claudine and Joanne at Fish&amp;amp;Co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my resurrection.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304099450026986834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZvyWPQ0DVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7a_Wa46OcIM/s200/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, we were very late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took a cab down and here we are at Fish&amp;amp;Co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yeah, still have to wait 10 years for Delicia, Farah and Jedelin to come.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304099453147867890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZvyWa446vI/AAAAAAAAAII/5b7JEV40JVk/s200/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they arrived,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we finally got to order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything that day was for couples only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, i was Rima's valentine's date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shared the seafood platter for 2 with her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304100537357189458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZvzVh4iQVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/63kR-qdMZtY/s200/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304100553148599042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZvzWctgCwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TOsLQoWNe6U/s200/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, the only group photo we took is this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right before we ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304099455312097714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZvyWi84cbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VP4zlSC1Bx0/s200/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rima and i couldn't finish our seafood platter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you believe that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we are pure gluttons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you should have seen how much Claudine and Jedelin had left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i was not bloated i would have helped them finish theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, after dinner, took a photo outside Fish&amp;amp;Co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have no idea how fussy this Rima is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUST take outside Fish&amp;amp;Co. cos of the lightning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rima, Rima...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304100559071169282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZvzWyxjSwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/M7e8-ITepQA/s200/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Decided to walk to Orchard from Plaza Sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, camwhore while we're on our way there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But after many stupid attempts to take retarded pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joanne, Farah and Delicia left first.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304100574463269234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZvzXsHUGXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CnSrDv8s58U/s200/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Jed, Claudine, Rima, Cecilia and I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decided to continue walking to Orchard by ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual, Rima and her obsession with taking pictures. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304100578099349842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZvzX5qOSVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/O9sVcfc_zPs/s200/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walked too fast and loses Claudine, Jed and Cecilia behind us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we're just resting here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, after this picture, we got chased out of a bar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304113587325928546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZv_NIzihGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Lq7La9kldqY/s200/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 'date' finally came to a close and this is one of the last pictures we took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rima made me rush back home after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only reached home at about 12.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZv13EvtTUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ngiEV_Dr_3M/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304103312674344258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZv13EvtTUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ngiEV_Dr_3M/s200/113.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TEO SHU SI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hope you like your Ipod Classic we got you.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you better.&lt;br /&gt;Cos, it caused me to be broke. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;However, it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;The look on your face was simply, PRICELESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Move along.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-4354699667251002994?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/4354699667251002994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=4354699667251002994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4354699667251002994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/4354699667251002994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-so-now-i-can-blog-about-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijaw08vww2M/SZvyV-ew9YI/AAAAAAAAAHw/F9kfdFCX1lI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28477949.post-8167708899763982238</id><published>2009-02-15T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:38:23.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's day with Cecilia, Claudine, Jedelin, Farah, Rima, Joanne and Delicia was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;Making it my best V'day ever! Thanks babes!&lt;br /&gt;I love ya'll this much [stretched arms horizontally].&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go into details some other time when Rima send me the photos&lt;br /&gt;and also because i want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jude broke his wrist.&lt;br /&gt;He just told me his gruesome story about his experience.&lt;br /&gt;Saying his hand bone structure was like the letter 'S' all.&lt;br /&gt;So, pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me too.&lt;br /&gt;For mental healing.&lt;br /&gt;Let my mind be at peace.&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking too much nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to make myself disappear for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Need some alone time to reflect on life.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow onwards is my CA week.&lt;br /&gt;S.T.R.E.S.S.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for all my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;May all of you be blessed with happiness and be strong in life.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world and all who inherit it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaving it all to fate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28477949-8167708899763982238?l=almosteuphoric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/feeds/8167708899763982238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28477949&amp;postID=8167708899763982238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8167708899763982238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28477949/posts/default/8167708899763982238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almosteuphoric.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-with-cecilia-claudine.html' title=''/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837008523252314244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
