<?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-34931448</id><updated>2011-08-07T01:02:58.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath it all;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>403</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4311332024712368033</id><published>2010-08-28T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T01:28:57.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short hellos from long goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfz9wM_0tI/AAAAAAAAECM/dLlVOJGD_1c/s1600/cuteboygirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfz9wM_0tI/AAAAAAAAECM/dLlVOJGD_1c/s400/cuteboygirl.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Tell me how I'll ever make it through.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I don't think I'm pretty at all. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; I don't think I've got a great personality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; I don't think I'm nice, or sweet, let alone amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sick of you telling me your problems. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't mean it in a bad way. I love being there for you.  &lt;br /&gt;But you've taken it too far. I'm sick of you ignoring me and telling me there's only one person there for you when I'm always here. &lt;br /&gt;I'm always the one to help with nothing in return.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;http://sixbillionsecrets.com/ is awesome.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-4311332024712368033?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4311332024712368033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4311332024712368033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/08/short-hellos-from-long-goodbyes.html' title='Short hellos from long goodbyes.'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfz9wM_0tI/AAAAAAAAECM/dLlVOJGD_1c/s72-c/cuteboygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6797938825949944357</id><published>2010-08-14T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:00:30.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Your Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TGV4J6vY0GI/AAAAAAAAEBY/gN5ObCSTYuE/s320/20090828_4minute2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504938231312470114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pardon me for not updating my blog for a very longggg while. I've been neglecting this blog of mine because i got lazy to update it and just tired.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;I had a party for my birthday along with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, we bonded.&lt;br /&gt;The ones that drifted away from me, we got closer.&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with K-Pop now, yes... I know i am insane for liking them but, once you start giving K-Pop a chance, you'll start loving it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down three times, i made friends with the people whom i thought weren't my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-6797938825949944357?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6797938825949944357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6797938825949944357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/08/hit-your-heart.html' title='Hit Your Heart.'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TGV4J6vY0GI/AAAAAAAAEBY/gN5ObCSTYuE/s72-c/20090828_4minute2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-5362014359440868308</id><published>2010-07-16T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:22:05.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16JULY10</title><content type='html'>Turned sixteen a day ago. I tell you, being sixteen is kinda cool. I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-5362014359440868308?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5362014359440868308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5362014359440868308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/07/16july10.html' title='16JULY10'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8436081796439691250</id><published>2010-07-03T01:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T01:42:32.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime i shock, shock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm falling hard for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TC4hYY4UW2I/AAAAAAAAD_4/Cch7NYzZrGQ/s320/selena%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489361698690456418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Third July all!&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, happy belated birthday to Muhammad Nabil Bin Nazri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(1st July) &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Muhammad Rasyad Bin Phiroze! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(2nd July) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Eclipse is already out and I totally wanna watch but i don't know who with. That's the annoying part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been rather okay.&lt;br /&gt;'Cept for the fact that the time table keeps changing again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks. So now, instead of being released at 1250pm which is the usual time that we school, we're gonna be released at 145pm instead. Extra Classes, whatsoever. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral's just a few days away.&lt;br /&gt;It's just oral. I should be okay. I HOPE. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;Screw Sundays tmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;I want dr martens for my birthday, they're the cutest thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TC4kqC-RMvI/AAAAAAAAEA4/tykszShevrM/s1600/10950001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TC4kqC-RMvI/AAAAAAAAEA4/tykszShevrM/s200/10950001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489365300582363890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TC4krJ7n0eI/AAAAAAAAEBI/z4jeAS9ZTF8/s1600/13511400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TC4krJ7n0eI/AAAAAAAAEBI/z4jeAS9ZTF8/s200/13511400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489365319630180834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-8436081796439691250?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8436081796439691250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8436081796439691250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/07/everytime-i-shock-shock.html' title='Everytime i shock, shock!'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TC4hYY4UW2I/AAAAAAAAD_4/Cch7NYzZrGQ/s72-c/selena%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-2643887064365177863</id><published>2010-06-25T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:03:24.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't put this down.</title><content type='html'>School's reopening, screw it. I am so tired and lazy to blog. &lt;br /&gt;TTYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-2643887064365177863?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2643887064365177863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2643887064365177863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-put-this-down.html' title='I can&apos;t put this down.'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4783250234760925919</id><published>2010-06-18T00:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T01:12:56.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I've shown you my heart .</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;All to hold on to;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="180"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4C2sUfSapjs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4C2sUfSapjs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="25" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBpT0Ruu30I/AAAAAAAAD_g/HBzNV7uzJvU/s320/selena-gomez-round-artworkr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483787653854715714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And take me away, l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;et's get out of this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run, Baby, run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, we're unstoppable now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On top of the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sing it out loud.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And mean it... And keep believing,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we've got the rest of our lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So let it ride..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Automatic Loveletter's Let It Ride is one of my three very 'listened to' songs from the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lethargic... Over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling very lethargic lately.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of sleep, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Been turning in very late even when I've told myself to have an early night.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBpXOOxcN5I/AAAAAAAAD_w/N2hXggnry-s/s1600/115371055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBpXOOxcN5I/AAAAAAAAD_w/N2hXggnry-s/s320/115371055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483791398272251794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato's gotta new hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say, she does look better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new bangles and headband &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBpXE3nVU7I/AAAAAAAAD_o/828UhwurjI8/s1600/115371055.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't pick them out like&lt;br /&gt;eenie meenie miney mo,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/34931448-4783250234760925919?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4783250234760925919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4783250234760925919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/06/now-ive-shown-you-my-heart.html' title='Now I&apos;ve shown you my heart .'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBpT0Ruu30I/AAAAAAAAD_g/HBzNV7uzJvU/s72-c/selena-gomez-round-artworkr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8401904613361446830</id><published>2010-06-12T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:40:18.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm searching for the words inside my head,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Never Let You Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBOux4ATD4I/AAAAAAAAD-w/FTgM6rG8DbE/s1600/429x266EmmaRobertsTalorSwift3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBOux4ATD4I/AAAAAAAAD-w/FTgM6rG8DbE/s320/429x266EmmaRobertsTalorSwift3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481917343310483330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone's away.&lt;br /&gt;Some are in Australia and some others, somewhere in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Either in KL or Johor.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going nowhere at all. (Nowhere outside of the country, that is)&lt;br /&gt;Screw it upside down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gi Kwang is my Hottie #2 from Beast aside from Tae Yang which is hottie #1   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBOwK3Fa-7I/AAAAAAAAD-4/s6zqffxxsro/s1600/gi+kwang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBOwK3Fa-7I/AAAAAAAAD-4/s6zqffxxsro/s320/gi+kwang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481918872071895986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gi Kwang from BEAST! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He's got nice eyes, nice hair and muscular body. Now, who doesn't like that? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a minute ago, i cried over.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yo0zsqa06ZE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yo0zsqa06ZE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fd8dcbswoYc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fd8dcbswoYc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-8401904613361446830?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8401904613361446830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8401904613361446830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-searching-for-words-inside-my-head.html' title='I&apos;m searching for the words inside my head,'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBOux4ATD4I/AAAAAAAAD-w/FTgM6rG8DbE/s72-c/429x266EmmaRobertsTalorSwift3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-2496989699172280401</id><published>2010-06-11T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:30:46.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11JUNE10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBOmyMiagYI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/wtkYtujUKPQ/s320/american_music_awards_83800653-x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481908552729264514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Belated 16th, Fouzan! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope you like the video, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i would like to fcking wish my BESTFRIEND In the whole wide werld for everything. (yknow whuat i meaaan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh, i love you siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CANNOT OFF SIAAAA xD)&lt;br /&gt;K BAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBOn-huvaxI/AAAAAAAAD-g/lpkMN3VOSPc/s320/29244_402895709557_650404557_4039420_5204539_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481909864088169234" border="0" /&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/34931448-2496989699172280401?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2496989699172280401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2496989699172280401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/06/11june10.html' title='11JUNE10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TBOmyMiagYI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/wtkYtujUKPQ/s72-c/american_music_awards_83800653-x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-2666610465338605096</id><published>2010-06-08T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:07:21.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could really use a wish right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TA5ZqwFuNkI/AAAAAAAAD94/q9Z5HBkdr3g/s1600/129854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TA5ZqwFuNkI/AAAAAAAAD94/q9Z5HBkdr3g/s320/129854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480416387554752066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been staying home these past two days and i can't explain how very boring it was! So, since i was bored, i rummaged through the living room table and I found a pair of socks... Very bright green with dark pink stripes. And it reminded me of a character from Fimbles -____- (And I meant, the far left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TA5Zrz2rwWI/AAAAAAAAD-I/ZjijiWTuoG8/s1600/splendour%281515%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TA5Zrz2rwWI/AAAAAAAAD-I/ZjijiWTuoG8/s320/splendour%281515%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480416405745287522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TA5ZrpfnU7I/AAAAAAAAD-A/MzQo14UamhM/s1600/fimbles_slide_song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TA5ZrpfnU7I/AAAAAAAAD-A/MzQo14UamhM/s320/fimbles_slide_song.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480416402964173746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And found three Australian magazines, Girlfriend and an American Teen Magazine and four CD's. 2 of Demi Lovato's, Don't Forget and Here We Go Again, Taylor Swift and Aly &amp;amp; AJ's Insomniatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TA5ZsCZFApI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/OEM7VXCl4Vw/s1600/splendour%281575%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TA5ZsCZFApI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/OEM7VXCl4Vw/s320/splendour%281575%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480416409647645330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm hungry again. I still want pizza. /:&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/34931448-2666610465338605096?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2666610465338605096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2666610465338605096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-could-really-use-wish-right-now.html' title='I could really use a wish right now.'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TA5ZqwFuNkI/AAAAAAAAD94/q9Z5HBkdr3g/s72-c/129854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-3371194782163079042</id><published>2010-06-05T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:02:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Green Eyed Monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TApzTGV6uwI/AAAAAAAAD9w/ToTlccrv9CY/s320/29352pcn-selena54-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479318668606880514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BV Bazaar was pretty okay, it could've been more fun if all of us took many many many peekchurz.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Bazaar with Rusydi and i relax one corner, fan myself. HA, I know, I didn't really help but put straws on the drinks that the class were selling, ice-blended whatever-whatever, it was raining and i was lazy, soooo. Met Hidayah, her sister, Zahirah and Mum for a while before her mum and sister went off.&lt;br /&gt;I hung with Hidayah the whole way and met Syahirah.&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla with Hids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin, Amirul, Shafiq and Hidayah wanted to go to the haunted house which was on the fourth floor but i obviously insisted. Call me scaredy cat, i don't care. I just don't wanna. So, when i found out Zahrah came, I made Hidayah follow me down to the school's parade square, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Went all around the school with Zahrah and Hids, chatted and when it was so hot, we three hid under shelters. (e.g: 4e4 Classroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did henna with mybitch.&lt;br /&gt;Zahrah wanted to but! She was afraid that she'd get booked so she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I bet she kinda regretted it. She should've done it with Hidayah and I!&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. My henna isn't that visible now.&lt;br /&gt;WTH. I am glad i just paid $2 for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaheda wanted to surpise Izz by turning up at the bazaar so i helped with the 'surprise' and taaadaaa. Can you believe her feet is a SIZE THREE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes she is.&lt;br /&gt;Omg right. I am a size TWO, THREE OR FOUR.&lt;br /&gt;Can choose. How kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. It was nice meeting her, really.&lt;br /&gt;And, we stayed @ the bazaar till like what, 4:15pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really funtiring day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hope you make the right desicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-3371194782163079042?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3371194782163079042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3371194782163079042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-dress.html' title='Wedding Dress.'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TApzTGV6uwI/AAAAAAAAD9w/ToTlccrv9CY/s72-c/29352pcn-selena54-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-3885303571058074816</id><published>2010-06-03T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:06:16.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If It Means A Lot To You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tell me something sweet to get me by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TAe-3VCW7OI/AAAAAAAAD9o/Dlul_JqsUHA/s320/hanna3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478557329468615906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got my result slip back and I've gotta say that it wasn't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;And, I just can't stand feeling so sad over something so trivial but i am, now.&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me but I know i can't do anything about it so...&lt;br /&gt;I shall let it pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mock Exam was omg-i-shan't-comment.&lt;br /&gt;1 wOrD.&lt;br /&gt;It sux.&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much screwed it up. Damnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHAT'S NEW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesha's Your Love Is My Drug Official Music Video,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xnn0WH4dJvw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xnn0WH4dJvw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber Ft Jaden Smith - Never Say Never,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z5-P9v3F8w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z5-P9v3F8w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Osment's All The Way Up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdGD_pZDPGc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdGD_pZDPGc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And hey sweetie, well I need you here.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel complete when you're by my side.&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If It Means A Lot To You - Cut Off Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe it's hard to see that someone is the right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&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/34931448-3885303571058074816?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3885303571058074816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3885303571058074816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-it-means-lot-to-you.html' title='If It Means A Lot To You.'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TAe-3VCW7OI/AAAAAAAAD9o/Dlul_JqsUHA/s72-c/hanna3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-7809486518919228878</id><published>2010-06-02T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:04:16.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>02JUNE10'</title><content type='html'>HAPPY SECOND JUNE!&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodmorning!&lt;br /&gt;Happy, Happy, Happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-7809486518919228878?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7809486518919228878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7809486518919228878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/06/02june10.html' title='02JUNE10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6242514928223224300</id><published>2010-05-31T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:59:46.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll say goodbye and I'll say hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't understand why would you wanna bring me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TAKTzuYVqYI/AAAAAAAAD9g/Eg0bXI8ScS0/s320/SelenaGomezTheScenePDVD_016.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477102613668669826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Well, I just need a little space to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Can you please respect my privacy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Lindsay Lohan, Rumors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm clueless.&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhat hurt.&lt;br /&gt;And a little lost at what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I know i should show a little love to it but i can't bring myself to.&lt;br /&gt;It is really hard for me and i do not know why it is...&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to save myself from falling too hard because if i do, I'll shatter into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should take the time to appreciate and love what i have and i really don't wanna lose it.&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please pull me back to shore.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't wanna shatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need you now.&lt;br /&gt;I need comfort, i do.&lt;br /&gt;And someone... to tell me how much i mean to him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HHbdBi5vhOE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HHbdBi5vhOE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It might get rough sometimes but i hope she keeps her faith." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-6242514928223224300?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6242514928223224300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6242514928223224300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/youll-say-goodbye-and-ill-say-hello.html' title='You&apos;ll say goodbye and I&apos;ll say hello.'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TAKTzuYVqYI/AAAAAAAAD9g/Eg0bXI8ScS0/s72-c/SelenaGomezTheScenePDVD_016.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-1381756543001928129</id><published>2010-05-30T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:49:24.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shreking to town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I was living in my illusions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TAE9hcOY6dI/AAAAAAAAD9I/jJKw4TB-ptA/s1600/tswfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TAE9hcOY6dI/AAAAAAAAD9I/jJKw4TB-ptA/s320/tswfit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476726266580756946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was really a relaxed day with Family to Shrek Happily Ever After.&lt;br /&gt;The show wasn't really satisfying as it was quite short. I wished it was longer because the show is really, really good! 5/5, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riDONKolous and CATastrophy and FAT, TABBY PUSS IN BOOTS not being able to get up after falling to the soft comfy pillow? Darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;Was a happy, happy day though we did not do any shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and oh!&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A SUDDEN OBSESSION FOR K-POP.&lt;br /&gt;Wth? So not me, you say?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i think that too. But my brother! He influenced me into listening to all these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So, i checked the music channel and it was showing some korean songs on tv and so i told myself, "Why not give it a try, right... I wanna know what is so k00l about these Korean thingy."&lt;br /&gt;I did and i am now hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TAE-QglLt_I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/rEiX_h2rRDA/s1600/b2st-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TAE-QglLt_I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/rEiX_h2rRDA/s320/b2st-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476727075203954674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B2ST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TAE-Q1fVK2I/AAAAAAAAD9Y/hjRaTfH523g/s1600/taeyang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TAE-Q1fVK2I/AAAAAAAAD9Y/hjRaTfH523g/s320/taeyang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476727080816552802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the very HAWTZ, tae yang.&lt;br /&gt;nega ibeun wedingdeureseu...&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Dress!&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bought a four tins of Crème brûlée today, :)&lt;br /&gt;Me likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who watch iCARLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know there really was a REAL FRED ON YOUTUBE, pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kptvao1UHQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kptvao1UHQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and FRED's real name?&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Cruikshank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucha kewt name, right! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whuteva.&lt;br /&gt;Tarts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried my best to not let you know my feelings inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was afraid that we would drift apart and so I hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holding my breath and biting my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never knew how I felt and I hated you for that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wished you would look just a bit sad in front of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every night, thinking and tossing and turning, I can’t sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I’ve known all along this would happen in the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I close my eyes yet I can’t let go of this dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though you can never be mine I will try to forget you,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don’t give any thought to how hurt I might’ve looked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though it’ll be hard for me, I know I need to erase you from my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know for the longest time, I’ve been a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was living in my illusions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tae Yang - Wedding Dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-1381756543001928129?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1381756543001928129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1381756543001928129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/shreking-to-town.html' title='Shreking to town.'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/TAE9hcOY6dI/AAAAAAAAD9I/jJKw4TB-ptA/s72-c/tswfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4225226411306405561</id><published>2010-05-27T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:03:06.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girlicious Obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This shit's crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_6MIH7mRVI/AAAAAAAAD8w/-bIy78VXa3A/s320/girilicous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475968268124964178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think i secretly have got an obsession with Girlicious and their awesome-ness.&lt;br /&gt;They are like the younger version of Pussycat Dolls. Too bad PCD's over /:&lt;br /&gt;Girlicious' Already Gone is totally... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knew you, thought that you were true &lt;/span&gt;to,&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I have been right... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While my spirit wasn't fighting you were there in hiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to look in the light,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; while the words have escaped me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the love won't erase me, I just got so... so tired of asking why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you were acting shady, I realize this shit's crazy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing left to do, but say good-bye, bye.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Totally... the past that I'll pretend not to remember of.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how very cliche this sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be happy for you but i kind of am... not.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to feel for you, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I heard that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEMI LOVATO &amp;amp; JOE JONAS - O.V.E.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_6Vb0yW5kI/AAAAAAAAD84/DZJNeqlJSAA/s1600/ddlovato1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_6Vb0yW5kI/AAAAAAAAD84/DZJNeqlJSAA/s320/ddlovato1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475978502187968066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I realize over the time we have shared together that I feel I care more about our friendship right now. It was my choice to break up but I love her as a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joe Jonas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Justin Bieber - Tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_6XjgLpNZI/AAAAAAAAD9A/D7XuD67elWQ/s1600/msg-127230361323-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_6XjgLpNZI/AAAAAAAAD9A/D7XuD67elWQ/s320/msg-127230361323-31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475980833119090066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Justin Bieber, is accused of swearing at a TV production man and storming out of an interview after being asked about his tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;Said the sixteen year old : "Don’t ever f****** touch me again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1281873/Justin-Bieber-flew-temper-swore-TV-crew.html?ito=feeds-newsxml#ixzz0p96xQM1H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/34931448-4225226411306405561?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4225226411306405561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4225226411306405561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/girlicious-obsession.html' title='A Girlicious Obsession.'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_6MIH7mRVI/AAAAAAAAD8w/-bIy78VXa3A/s72-c/girilicous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-1784649249779944608</id><published>2010-05-26T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:50:32.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning this, cleaning that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boys with girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_07WWFhEeI/AAAAAAAAD8o/hh_yHMrdMJI/s320/taylor_swift_1239763011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475597977024270818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Staying home the whole day wasn't at all interesting. I got so bored so i cleaned the house.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's falling sick now. What's up with the weather lately?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the wind and rain? It has been so very humid and I can't stand the heat.&lt;br /&gt;/;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the reality is, I am not even yours so stop annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to 'take over' me and i obviously do not like it.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;So...?&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to control me, please do not annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want THAT piece of me, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be mean so stop whatever you are doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk the cramps.&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-1784649249779944608?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1784649249779944608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1784649249779944608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/cleaning-this-cleaning-that.html' title='Cleaning this, cleaning that...'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_07WWFhEeI/AAAAAAAAD8o/hh_yHMrdMJI/s72-c/taylor_swift_1239763011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-3366479420543557828</id><published>2010-05-25T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:32:26.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hello retro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Babydoll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_vcHsGfPPI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/9fdevTXxMxY/s1600/normal_taylorweb024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_vcHsGfPPI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/9fdevTXxMxY/s320/normal_taylorweb024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475211796654537970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've got a a three-day MC this time round because of the stupid cough.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be staying home three days straight. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i managed to shop with my Mum and Aunt yesterday @ mid noon after my check-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did i buy?&lt;br /&gt;- A body suit (or rather,  a leotard) $10&lt;br /&gt;- A white cardigan $5&lt;br /&gt;- Shoes (open toed heels) $29.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, that below.&lt;br /&gt;I am very satisfied because i shopped.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_vcIMuPo-I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/hSFZtPDnsuU/s1600/splendour%281502%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_vcIMuPo-I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/hSFZtPDnsuU/s320/splendour%281502%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475211805411222498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. COUGH 0.O&lt;br /&gt;Bye la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-3366479420543557828?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3366479420543557828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3366479420543557828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-hello-retro.html' title='Oh hello retro!'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_vcHsGfPPI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/9fdevTXxMxY/s72-c/normal_taylorweb024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4482131322158127268</id><published>2010-05-23T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:29:30.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The walls are shakin' and I'm paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QKsSuJABWKE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QKsSuJABWKE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlicious' Official Video - Maniac :D&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/34931448-4482131322158127268?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4482131322158127268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4482131322158127268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/walls-are-shakin-and-im-paranoid.html' title=''/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-359913361587866612</id><published>2010-05-22T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T01:41:35.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22MAY10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And the walls are closing in on us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_ayOWOA89I/AAAAAAAAD7I/ullyPjWdjVQ/s320/taylorweb01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473758356667691986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So we fight through the hurt,&lt;br /&gt;And we cry,&lt;br /&gt;And we live and we learn.&lt;br /&gt;And we try and try and try and try..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="180"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOAU_1hWslM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOAU_1hWslM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="25" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Justin Bieber Down To Earth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written this down so many times but i'm gonna write it again and again and again until i get better.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE BEING SICK.I DO. I TOTALLY DO DO DO...!&lt;br /&gt;I still am sick. I'm stuck with blocked nose, headache and a terrible cough. I do not like being sick so very much. Who does, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet i'mgna miss The Last Song though I know how so many times Zahrah and lotsa people have told me that the show kickin' sux. I don't care, i still wanna watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am gonna get that Denim High Waisted Skirt and a Body Suit from Cotton On.&lt;br /&gt;I need to. I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I told you how madly in love I am with... Justin Bieber?&lt;br /&gt;I love him. I love him. I love him even though he doesn't have a hot body like Taylor Lautner or Channing Tantum OR even, Miley Cyrus' Ex Underwear Model Boyfriend, Justin Gaston, I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://strutdowntherunway.blogspot.com/&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be on haitus for a while or maybe, a longggg while till i have an interest blogging in it, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Goodluck Flash Mix Crew for your dance comp tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Rasyad, Zulhilmi and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit this blocked nose!!! /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE GET BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_a4l1TVEtI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/7lPRq9PXRcI/s1600/jersey+shore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_a4l1TVEtI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/7lPRq9PXRcI/s320/jersey+shore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473765357218239186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERSEY SHORE,&lt;br /&gt;This show is (fill in the blanks)&lt;br /&gt;Everything's fake except for those muscles.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, "THE SITUATION"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall rate this a : 2/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_a4lujmnzI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/FRZPdV5uLFQ/s1600/jerseylicious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_a4lujmnzI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/FRZPdV5uLFQ/s320/jerseylicious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473765355407449906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerseylicious' an exception.&lt;br /&gt;This show's sort of worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a fake-r-y show but, it's about Jersey girls working in the Gatsby store doing styling&lt;br /&gt;and make-up.&lt;br /&gt;And one of the girls' name is GIGI.&lt;br /&gt;No, not "GEE-GEE" but "JIJI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall rate this a  : 4.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_bBOd5kYqI/AAAAAAAAD7o/G7TyW_3nrI0/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_bBOd5kYqI/AAAAAAAAD7o/G7TyW_3nrI0/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473774851403834018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACMAN ON GOOGLE-AWH-SUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i got kind of bored so...&lt;br /&gt;barbie.com it is! Well, you can't fully blame me.&lt;br /&gt;So uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From thissssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_bD2MAWCBI/AAAAAAAAD8A/dBCcnE3VQzY/s320/barbie.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473777732818438162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To thisssssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_bDTLDRZoI/AAAAAAAAD74/4r8_PZGUECI/s320/barbie+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473777131266860674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell KEWL now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_bFg5D7EyI/AAAAAAAAD8I/01oF8Rr_qrE/s320/dictinary%27.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473779565979177762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary games are the best.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, morning to all. :) :)&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/34931448-359913361587866612?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/359913361587866612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/359913361587866612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/22may10.html' title='22MAY10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_ayOWOA89I/AAAAAAAAD7I/ullyPjWdjVQ/s72-c/taylorweb01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8314957184604190965</id><published>2010-05-21T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:33:51.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21MAY10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You're the light that feeds the sun, in my world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_VgZspFSiI/AAAAAAAAD7A/RXrhDL4TytY/s1600/normal_167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_VgZspFSiI/AAAAAAAAD7A/RXrhDL4TytY/s320/normal_167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473386916735175202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Things that i totally need now are very unimportant but I'm still gonna state it down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- A Cotton On Navy Blue High Wasted Skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- A Cotton On Floral Dress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Nail Stickers&lt;/span&gt; (nope, i don't colour my nails anymore so i want just the stickers ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Nail Buffer &lt;/span&gt;(the one that i bought from body shop is now torn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want Adli to grant me get these :P&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna beg my mum to bring me shopping already.&lt;br /&gt;My wardrobe are filled with quite a lot of my old stuff so i need new ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick sick sick!&lt;br /&gt;My asthma's back and i do not like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;I cough like nobodys' business at home, so ugh right!&lt;br /&gt;It is goddamn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna come back to school feeling happy and no longer sad anymore. I'm so sick of feeling sad and i've wasted enough time on well, a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Time to be happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and runway shows are freakin' awezm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh36/morgiee33/secret-life-of-the-american-teenage.jpg" alt=":)SecretLife Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much in love with The Secret Life Of An American Teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5_ZsBQZpMA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5_ZsBQZpMA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber is uber talented, i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornin' all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-8314957184604190965?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8314957184604190965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8314957184604190965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/21may10.html' title='21MAY10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S_VgZspFSiI/AAAAAAAAD7A/RXrhDL4TytY/s72-c/normal_167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4339814416196322047</id><published>2010-05-20T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:16:39.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20MAY10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HATE BEING SICKKKKKKK&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/34931448-4339814416196322047?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4339814416196322047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4339814416196322047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/20may10.html' title='20MAY10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-3503807197397595622</id><published>2010-05-15T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:24:18.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15MAY10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Broken hearts parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-7Cmy6QEnI/AAAAAAAAD6A/m45AGXZ0VK8/s1600/th5540.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-7Cmy6QEnI/AAAAAAAAD6A/m45AGXZ0VK8/s200/th5540.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471524569058644594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm just waiting for it to happen to me but will it... ever?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why but whenever there's something happy for me to blog about, something else will ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;Like, the thought of watching THE LAST SONG ON THE DAY IT COMES OUT, WHICH'S LIKE 13th MAY AND NOT BEING ABLE TO WATCH IT ON THE DAY ITSELF? Yes. Like that.&lt;br /&gt;The thought's still pissin' me to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no fever, no flu. Just really bad cough that I am hoping to recover from so bad so i am able to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;What's the biggie?&lt;br /&gt;Because Miley's in it (not that i fancy her so much though) and Liam Wensworth is freaking cute to the maximum. I want to cry after watching the movie because i saw the trailer and it was fcuking sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-7C7Y4dOEI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/vBoFnzQNugA/s1600/DEMILOVATO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-7C7Y4dOEI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/vBoFnzQNugA/s320/DEMILOVATO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471524922849048642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-7C7JLcDyI/AAAAAAAAD6I/-HLX3M8b2OY/s1600/demi-moore-wrinkles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-7C7JLcDyI/AAAAAAAAD6I/-HLX3M8b2OY/s320/demi-moore-wrinkles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471524918633697058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I honestly think that Demi Lovato is totally following Demi Moore. I mean, the center parting, dark hair and eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-7Ka81qciI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/RoTri4MnQ_I/s1600/DemiLovatowithoutmakeup-450x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-7Ka81qciI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/RoTri4MnQ_I/s320/DemiLovatowithoutmakeup-450x375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471533161658348066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi without make-up.&lt;br /&gt;Thinks she really look like her age without make up. Or maybe, a teeny bit younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-3503807197397595622?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3503807197397595622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3503807197397595622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/15may10.html' title='15MAY10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-7Cmy6QEnI/AAAAAAAAD6A/m45AGXZ0VK8/s72-c/th5540.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-1301827984656005898</id><published>2010-05-14T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:12:46.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14MAY10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On the ride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-1t7EnfFmI/AAAAAAAAD54/nVGLEEcRBkU/s200/3001654909_3cd3f1ed0b_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471149983944087138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hills' just a story of (an approximately) five girls living their lives together in the Hollywood Hills, drinking, partying, catfights and all that drama. Come to think of it, I think that, my life is kind of meant to be like that. I don't mean all of those above though. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just &lt;/span&gt;the drama part.&lt;br /&gt;Drama.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. I don't crave for drama happening in my life but lots of things are happening all at once. The more i tell myself to get away from all these dramas, more dramas keep replaying itself, keep happening.&lt;br /&gt;No, i do not like it. Yes, you need drama once in a while but not every time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing i don't get is that....&lt;br /&gt;Why do people not care about the people who cares about them?&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to sound... (insert-your-own-werddd) here but really, why.&lt;br /&gt;This is just very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that i am easily moody nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need someone to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO not tell me to cheer up whatsoever,&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna bother.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired and feeling very werided out, i do not know by what.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when am i gonna feel like how others feel?&lt;br /&gt;Welcomed in a crowd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN AM I ABLE TO WATCH THE LAST SONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-1301827984656005898?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1301827984656005898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1301827984656005898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/14may10.html' title='14MAY10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-1t7EnfFmI/AAAAAAAAD54/nVGLEEcRBkU/s72-c/3001654909_3cd3f1ed0b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-2604988637529355173</id><published>2010-05-08T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:38:57.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8MAY10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'd never think of love if it does not exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-WB3TV9ReI/AAAAAAAAD5w/meJ1PV7O7Eo/s200/icon-21.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468920109596493282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take how I'm overly sensitive I am, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I get easily irritated nowadays but no one actually sees that until i tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if i do say what i have been wanting to say all these while, it'll be in a flood of unexplainable things. I've been keeping a lot of things inside of me and i don't dare tell them out. I might look happy on the outside but I don't think I'm really that happy on the inside. I've had so many sad moments and the happy ones are the ones that i really, truly treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put people's problems first before mine, sometimes and no one actually cares about me in the end when i have already shown them my care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just being really sensitive now.&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling like this for quite a while and i don't know why i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's anger that is not able to be let out.&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know how to explain THAT anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i only keep the people whom i think are worth my trust and are sincere enough in being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, another thing,&lt;br /&gt;N's are really near and I'm not ready to face piles of test papers and all, in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only scaring myself, right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-2604988637529355173?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2604988637529355173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2604988637529355173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/8may10.html' title='8MAY10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S-WB3TV9ReI/AAAAAAAAD5w/meJ1PV7O7Eo/s72-c/icon-21.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6297092694962112334</id><published>2010-05-03T00:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:25:31.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>03MAY10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pretty impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S92sAADSUHI/AAAAAAAAD5A/174WF8rde4k/s200/000ke3f1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466714638711410802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School's been okay but I've been really really tired because of it, though.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness there isn't school tomorrow due to the Labour Day thingy... If not for that, i think i might just pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to go to the Audi Fashion Festival thang today but, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I've just wasted THAT chance. If i didn't, i could've seen pretty dresses on runways, flashing lights and all of that glitz and glamour but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't be disheartened because I had a very fun time today, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt's New Zealand friend came over, Dad drove the family down to Marina Sans. Had Dinner @ Simpang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what i've got.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy i have now own these :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S92x44zHtdI/AAAAAAAAD5o/XHoj4HSYel8/s200/splendour%281416%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466721113575241170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Madame Lipgloss that Agyness Deyn once modelled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S92x4V5geQI/AAAAAAAAD5g/cGWR6uzqTxI/s200/splendour%281420%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466721104206788866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A shoe-boot, whatever you wanna call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you, mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S92xRUXR8hI/AAAAAAAAD5I/_H_W0P4_fXQ/s320/splendour%281421%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466720433779896850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE LIKE LIKE. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjXXNHJldT4 - Eeniee Meenie Official Music Video's Link, Justin Bieber Ft Sean Kingstonzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/34931448-6297092694962112334?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6297092694962112334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6297092694962112334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/05/03may10.html' title='03MAY10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S92sAADSUHI/AAAAAAAAD5A/174WF8rde4k/s72-c/000ke3f1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-9167742547139070273</id><published>2010-04-29T22:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:04:27.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29APRIL10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHAOS - JUSTIN BIEBER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls go gaga over Justin. So omg-ing.&lt;br /&gt;10 girls fainted and 1 taken to hospital in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9meNnuY3OI/AAAAAAAAD4g/OBA2cmdKRFM/s1600/Joe-Jonas-Demi-Lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9meNnuY3OI/AAAAAAAAD4g/OBA2cmdKRFM/s200/Joe-Jonas-Demi-Lovato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465573579629845730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi &amp;amp; Joe - used to be best friends, now together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9meNfOM_FI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/RL-FphwaeAM/s1600/trace-cyrus-demi-lookalike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9meNfOM_FI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/RL-FphwaeAM/s200/trace-cyrus-demi-lookalike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465573577347365970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato used to date Trace Cyrus, Miley Cyrus' Half Brother &amp;amp; Singer of Metro Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9meMtYZYkI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/v_MaO4_5yos/s1600/Taylor-Swift-Cory-Monteith281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9meMtYZYkI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/v_MaO4_5yos/s200/Taylor-Swift-Cory-Monteith281x211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465573563968348738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift who used to date Joe Jonas and he broke up with her in a 27 seconds phone call is now with Cory Monteith from Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9meMfWlUAI/AAAAAAAAD4I/5kKBrn9rwTE/s1600/jonas-swift-b_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9meMfWlUAI/AAAAAAAAD4I/5kKBrn9rwTE/s200/jonas-swift-b_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465573560202645506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9meL_dEz-I/AAAAAAAAD4A/4Ux67JujGDc/s1600/selena_nick.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9meL_dEz-I/AAAAAAAAD4A/4Ux67JujGDc/s200/selena_nick.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465573551639941090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9mesWAuH_I/AAAAAAAAD4o/snXCLe-M2x0/s1600/miley-cyrus-nick-jonas_300x400.0.0.0x0.300x400.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9mesWAuH_I/AAAAAAAAD4o/snXCLe-M2x0/s200/miley-cyrus-nick-jonas_300x400.0.0.0x0.300x400.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465574107450843122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Jonas broke up with Miley and dated Selena.&lt;br /&gt;Selena and Nick are always breaking up and patching back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AND HAPPY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY, RASYIQAH! :D&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/34931448-9167742547139070273?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/9167742547139070273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/9167742547139070273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/04/29april10.html' title='29APRIL10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9meNnuY3OI/AAAAAAAAD4g/OBA2cmdKRFM/s72-c/Joe-Jonas-Demi-Lovato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-1715446495667556356</id><published>2010-04-26T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:00:03.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26APR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They say that hate has been sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9WTUz3AoTI/AAAAAAAAD34/9CuJRQzMYDg/s320/sellly.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464435708611567922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 57px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9WRwABsg4I/AAAAAAAAD3w/wculrMYTcMI/s320/55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464433976710824834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Feels like I'm downing without your love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mid Year Exams are now on. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should have listened to what everyone told you to do... to let go but you kept holding on. You never wanted to let go because you told yourself not to and that it was going to be worth it in the end but it evidently, wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, a heart is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-1715446495667556356?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1715446495667556356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1715446495667556356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/04/26apr10.html' title='26APR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9WTUz3AoTI/AAAAAAAAD34/9CuJRQzMYDg/s72-c/sellly.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8187752708052918893</id><published>2010-04-24T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:11:00.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24APR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9HGgrewDwI/AAAAAAAAD3g/rcDNGMx9cHM/s1600/Taylor-Swift-Cory-Monteith281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9HGgrewDwI/AAAAAAAAD3g/rcDNGMx9cHM/s320/Taylor-Swift-Cory-Monteith281x211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463366087706939138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cory Monteith is with Taylor Swift!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-8187752708052918893?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8187752708052918893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8187752708052918893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/04/24apr10.html' title='24APR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S9HGgrewDwI/AAAAAAAAD3g/rcDNGMx9cHM/s72-c/Taylor-Swift-Cory-Monteith281x211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4750543721569797528</id><published>2010-04-18T00:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:03:21.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18APR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just need you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S8nfJp-Y2XI/AAAAAAAADz4/QOLp-N_qrrA/s320/SELENAGOMEZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461141380142782834" border="0" /&gt;I would like to express my thanks to Nadhirah, Syahirah, Vera, Rasyiqah, Amalia, Danial Hadi, Insyira, Dessy, Irfan, Benjamin, Wei Song, Billy, Fuad, Erwin, Izzuddin, Amirul, Arif, Luthfi, Lela, Diyana, Farah Atiqah, Hedzir, Wira, Atiqah, Manissah, Diana, Shela, Rusydi and the rest of the Angklungers for making Angklung the best because I know that without all of you, it just wouldn't be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syahirah &amp;amp; Nadhirah&lt;/span&gt; - thanks for everything that you've done for me and you guys never fail to listen to whatever i have to say about stuff no matter i dumb or stupid i get. :D&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Nadhirah.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Syahirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Gahhh, i don't want us to seperate ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Qazimah, I may not show it sometimes but honestly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from the bottom of my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you so much. I am oh so lucky to have met such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an awesome being like you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Nadhirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vera&lt;/span&gt; - thanks for accompanying me to outings and our camwhoring sessions are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rasyiqah &amp;amp; Amalia&lt;/span&gt; - Thanks so much for being so good to me although i know we have had many fights and arguements. I will still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sec Fives (Danial, Insyi, Dessy, Irfan &amp;amp; Nisa) - &lt;/span&gt;I wouldn't know what to do if i hadn't met you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Danial, thanks awesomebitchbuddy for everything that you have done, you never fail to be there for me and Insyira, i love you so much. Please keep in touch :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(K-K-K-INDA KRAZY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erwin &amp;amp; Gang  (Izzuddin, Luthfi, Amirul, Arif) - &lt;/span&gt;I don't think Angklung would have been fun if you guys weren't there. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farah Atiqah &lt;/span&gt;- I know i am always playing the wrong notes on Smoke On The Water but who cares! Thanks for correcting me ALL the time, hah.&lt;br /&gt;Love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S8njZ2d-4VI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/wRJFSZFYpx4/s1600/25376_1340826534856_1656974171_842926_7589286_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S8njZ2d-4VI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/wRJFSZFYpx4/s200/25376_1340826534856_1656974171_842926_7589286_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461146056420942162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S8nitfa6s5I/AAAAAAAAD3I/1ffQ7Anrd-k/s1600/26721_119082271439427_100000129637355_306636_3406492_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S8nitfa6s5I/AAAAAAAAD3I/1ffQ7Anrd-k/s200/26721_119082271439427_100000129637355_306636_3406492_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461145294319825810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S8nitHQOWvI/AAAAAAAAD3A/smmcZH6L7Fc/s1600/splendour%281355%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S8ngPyNyJsI/AAAAAAAAD0w/xZseUKcNRM4/s320/splendour%281372%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142584945682114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For me it happens all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't come, but I lost all control and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hurting me then.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you haven't at all realize how much hurt you've caused me.&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/34931448-4750543721569797528?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4750543721569797528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4750543721569797528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/04/18apr10.html' title='18APR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S8nfJp-Y2XI/AAAAAAAADz4/QOLp-N_qrrA/s72-c/SELENAGOMEZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-2768116708542217392</id><published>2010-04-14T22:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:08:44.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14APR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need you like a heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S8XSXvuNjjI/AAAAAAAADzg/5uWAmQqvVws/s320/SelenaGomez16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460001428645711410" border="0" /&gt;School's been getting in the way.&lt;br /&gt;When can i ever the rest that i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need?&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired but I shan't complain. I guess, this is what I have to go through as a secondary four kid. It has been a really rough month, I'd say. I have been very very involved in my CCA and i don't think I've not been turning up for any one of it except for when I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see how it is. I just love the atmosphere there and Angklung is like family to me now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna step down just yet. I am not ready to. Hm, i shall compose myself and not get too upset over having to step down from this CCA.&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt more accepted than to be there with everyone that I know and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and! Homework after homework after homework. It just adds to the stress.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stressed and tied up with school, homework, school, homework. It is going to be like this for a while now. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really shan't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, SHIT. My stomach hurts when i sneeze. Stupid Sit Ups.&lt;br /&gt;And,  left eye's hurting so bad. It's red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's a sign for me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So i shall sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We're trippi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ng in our hearts and it's reckless and clumsy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;'cause i know you can't love me here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;i wished you'd realize your mistake and how you used to use me in the past. I just want you to realize and that is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S8XZqsygJWI/AAAAAAAADzw/4GXQaO3UMZ0/s1600/24039_377965238794_551628794_3782213_1441676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S8XZqsygJWI/AAAAAAAADzw/4GXQaO3UMZ0/s320/24039_377965238794_551628794_3782213_1441676_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460009450857309538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pure Awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-2768116708542217392?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2768116708542217392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2768116708542217392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/04/14apr10.html' title='14APR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S8XSXvuNjjI/AAAAAAAADzg/5uWAmQqvVws/s72-c/SelenaGomez16.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-7504162610202934307</id><published>2010-04-03T00:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:22:42.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>03APR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wish our hearts could come together as one.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S7YbNa9_yvI/AAAAAAAADzI/RqL-2FWk8NY/s320/2cdhp37.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455577915997539058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In love with Justin Bieber. Nice hair, nice smile, nice eyes.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I'm not obsessed over this 1.61 m kid, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna get a new phone soon. I want those with qwetry keyboards though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SELENA GOMEZ &amp;amp; NICK JONAS HAVE BROKEN UP... AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S7YnXdSsLfI/AAAAAAAADzY/9KAkeIBjniQ/s1600/tumblr_kueq4wuHYp1qzxg3do1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S7YnXdSsLfI/AAAAAAAADzY/9KAkeIBjniQ/s320/tumblr_kueq4wuHYp1qzxg3do1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455591282559430130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flawless.&lt;br /&gt;Three Looks.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/34931448-7504162610202934307?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7504162610202934307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7504162610202934307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/04/03apr10.html' title='03APR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S7YbNa9_yvI/AAAAAAAADzI/RqL-2FWk8NY/s72-c/2cdhp37.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8746035958857273687</id><published>2010-04-02T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T01:18:55.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>02APR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh, back up baby, back up.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S7THEtpofCI/AAAAAAAADyo/BSsTp4uMWYk/s320/TaylorSwiftIcon6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455203932440132642" border="0" /&gt;Ah, it's already the second of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of April's a day where people would pull pranks on other people just because it is April's Fools. Nice. And now, that the day is done... Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;I had a few people pranking me but it wasn't like a huge scary prank or anything, just simple little pranks. What a day, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally wanna catch 'The Last Song' as soon as it comes out. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;The trailer's good. I like how the guy (Liam) put seashells all over Miley. Kind of cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/joCwQ2pjfjw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/joCwQ2pjfjw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful Melody, When The Night's So Long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cos There Is No Guarantee That This Life Is Easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, When My World Is Falling Apart, When There's No Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Break Up The Dark, That's When I Look At You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sometimes, you have to be apart from the people you love but that doesn't mean you love them any less. Sometimes, it even makes you love them more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S7TVW4cSV7I/AAAAAAAADy4/zRiuCNdGwXw/s1600/dsds.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S7TVW4cSV7I/AAAAAAAADy4/zRiuCNdGwXw/s320/dsds.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455219637737379762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S7TVWYv6kOI/AAAAAAAADyw/WiTd2i_Cu0c/s1600/red.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S7TVWYv6kOI/AAAAAAAADyw/WiTd2i_Cu0c/s320/red.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455219629229773026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I WAAAAAANTTT THEEESEEE!&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/34931448-8746035958857273687?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8746035958857273687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8746035958857273687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/04/02apr10.html' title='02APR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S7THEtpofCI/AAAAAAAADyo/BSsTp4uMWYk/s72-c/TaylorSwiftIcon6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-3623738277887838088</id><published>2010-03-25T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:14:39.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about fairytale endings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6trWE7CDMI/AAAAAAAADyI/yjYvZlS94c8/s320/3477.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452569800884751554" border="0" /&gt;Replace all negative thoughts with positive ones.&lt;br /&gt;Throw away the friends who aren't worth the time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to let go because it is a 'have to' and it's never an option.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate what's there for you and never get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've went through the good and the bad. You have told yourself that you are to stay as positive as possible starting from now. You have to. People who judge you are not really your friend. Those who accept you for who you are, those who encourage you more than bring you down are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should learn to love yourself. Never give up even when you tell yourself that you want to. You should learn how to love everything about yourself and accept yourself for who you really are. Learn till the finish line. Work hard. Promise yourself that you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; promise to yourself, Qazimah.&lt;br /&gt;And you'd have to stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6tvtXdoPlI/AAAAAAAADyY/dMuhz6FxxZg/s1600/finn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6tvtXdoPlI/AAAAAAAADyY/dMuhz6FxxZg/s320/finn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452574599045201490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY SO HOT AHHHH?!?!&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/34931448-3623738277887838088?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3623738277887838088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3623738277887838088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/25mar10.html' title='25MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6trWE7CDMI/AAAAAAAADyI/yjYvZlS94c8/s72-c/3477.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-2261312897261738241</id><published>2010-03-23T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:13:33.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My state of mind has finally got the best of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6jJcGe-ZII/AAAAAAAADyA/Q7H8F8UF07U/s320/selena12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451828833546036354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You showed what I couldn't find, when two different worlds collide.&lt;br /&gt;She was scared, unprepared, left in the dark, falling apart...&lt;br /&gt;I can survive  with you by my side, we're gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So now I guess this is where I have to stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Can't fight my mind it keeps on comin'back t you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-2261312897261738241?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2261312897261738241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2261312897261738241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/23mar10.html' title='23MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6jJcGe-ZII/AAAAAAAADyA/Q7H8F8UF07U/s72-c/selena12.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-1804270924973259562</id><published>2010-03-22T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:25:58.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Careful with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6d4oDvmCUI/AAAAAAAADx4/C9v0qxvTG9s/s320/ts04-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451458503550306626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how very judgemental people can get sometimes that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's wrong to judge someone even before you get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;Being labeled as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; something&lt;/span&gt; is not good either. Not a very nice thing to do but I guess, it's... naturally like that, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why some people would rather hurt people for pleasure. Just for enjoyment. Yes, sometimes it's fun but have you ever thought of how much an impact such a simple thing can do to a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you/anyone ever think about these kind of things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I've friends who stick by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDS WHO STICK BY ME WHEN I'M IN NEED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, whatever. I miss listening to Aly &amp;amp; AJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GN_58vHQKh4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GN_58vHQKh4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This video is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; 2007 please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Me listening to the whole of Aly &amp;amp; AJ's Insomniatic now.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe they actually changed their 'band' name, 'Aly &amp;amp; AJ' to '78 Violets'???&lt;br /&gt;UNGLAM MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;You make me feel out of my element,&lt;br /&gt; Like I'm walkin' on broken glass...&lt;br /&gt; Like my worlds spinnin' in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt; And you're movin' too fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIDoPETif8g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIDoPETif8g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totally 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/aly%20%26%20aj" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn84/KiwiiChick/i233687483_95870_7.png" border="0" alt="Aly &amp;amp;amp; AJ Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;You make me feel out of my element,&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm walkin' on broken glass...&lt;br /&gt;Like my worlds spinnin' in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;And you're movin' too fast...&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/34931448-1804270924973259562?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1804270924973259562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1804270924973259562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/22mar10.html' title='22MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6d4oDvmCUI/AAAAAAAADx4/C9v0qxvTG9s/s72-c/ts04-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-7449007605293217873</id><published>2010-03-18T23:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:19:40.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Cause somewhere, somebody needs a reason to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6JJmwBuxnI/AAAAAAAADwA/vBbZaCImNNc/s200/1v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449999429147739762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wish I could be one of those girls who doesn't care what people think.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could could say all the right things without sticking my foot in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Never insecure like the girls who have it all, such an easy ride... they don't even try. It can make you feel so small.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it would be like to be head of the world, not feel empty inside... to be satisfied."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;- Samatha Moore's One Of Those Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;Here I am face down, sometimes I smile or frown&lt;br /&gt;But it depends on the time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A Definite Must Watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_PpRpYME10&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_PpRpYME10&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should LOVE my voice for being the way it is, right?&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm still contemplating on whether or not to have my hair cut short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6JPS3rvwCI/AAAAAAAADxA/Ks2R53TqmG8/s1600-h/2009%2BCrystal%2BLucy%2BAwards%2BS3nE_fLZSWwl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6JPS3rvwCI/AAAAAAAADxA/Ks2R53TqmG8/s200/2009%2BCrystal%2BLucy%2BAwards%2BS3nE_fLZSWwl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450005684675395618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6JPSUIaAbI/AAAAAAAADw4/ipweOFUoyXI/s1600-h/Ashley%2BOlsen%2BMary%2BKate%2BOlsen%2BSign%2BCopies%2BInfluence%2B65iWwdyVUtdl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6JPSUIaAbI/AAAAAAAADw4/ipweOFUoyXI/s200/Ashley%2BOlsen%2BMary%2BKate%2BOlsen%2BSign%2BCopies%2BInfluence%2B65iWwdyVUtdl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450005675131929010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, NO?&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/34931448-7449007605293217873?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7449007605293217873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7449007605293217873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/18mar10.html' title='18MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6JJmwBuxnI/AAAAAAAADwA/vBbZaCImNNc/s72-c/1v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-9170577722707704298</id><published>2010-03-17T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:59:31.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, come with me and seize the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6DhzgCHTyI/AAAAAAAADvQ/zNThu6jNe3E/s200/staylost-jemi20.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449603824006680354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Have we know what we could change, just show little love we never know something could change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons that we had in school today was obviously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; to the maxyy. I screwed up my Maths re-test paper and i know it.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe what Rezza told me today? Uhm............ that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; DEMI LOVATO &amp;amp; JOE JONAS ARE DATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6DnWEq6VYI/AAAAAAAADvg/x2fskQLeP5w/s200/demi-lovato-and-joe-jonas-dating-photos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449609915515164034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can say,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; already?&lt;br /&gt;I've been hoping for the two to get together because I've always knew that they would, someday.&lt;br /&gt;And THE DAY, has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm considering short hair.&lt;br /&gt;Should I cut my hair short or... shouldn't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6Dsk3ffcdI/AAAAAAAADvw/6Jv5x-Kd3-c/s1600-h/Black-hairstyles-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6Dsk3ffcdI/AAAAAAAADvw/6Jv5x-Kd3-c/s200/Black-hairstyles-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449615667233780178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;To this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6DskPh6d1I/AAAAAAAADvo/5bcuh7GN7JI/s1600-h/splendour%281000%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6DskPh6d1I/AAAAAAAADvo/5bcuh7GN7JI/s200/splendour%281000%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449615656506521426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORRR even, not at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, this is totally what i need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How to: Turn long-layered hair into a bob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pvi0Dmb9NCU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pvi0Dmb9NCU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perrrraaayyytaaaee.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IaupLPEdPRU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IaupLPEdPRU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato &amp;amp; Joe Jonas' Duet to Make A Wave &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-9170577722707704298?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/9170577722707704298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/9170577722707704298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/17mar10.html' title='17MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S6DhzgCHTyI/AAAAAAAADvQ/zNThu6jNe3E/s72-c/staylost-jemi20.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-1309897569199791492</id><published>2010-03-16T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:43:05.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What about me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5-liPLaNEI/AAAAAAAADvI/G1Y0cZv_YFM/s200/emma2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449256081750111298" border="0" /&gt;I'm thinking as I fold into the night... The flashbacks the pictures, the letters and songs.&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/e/emily-osment/what-about-me/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 16px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 16px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, nothing's the same. It's time that we sink or swim...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what if it's going to be better soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talking in circles it set it stone, you were gone, we were wrong all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Now the past is the past and the bruises may fade these scars are here to stay."&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/34931448-1309897569199791492?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1309897569199791492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1309897569199791492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/16mar10.html' title='16MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5-liPLaNEI/AAAAAAAADvI/G1Y0cZv_YFM/s72-c/emma2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-7253605439171032856</id><published>2010-03-14T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:16:31.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Flawless on the surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5z6BR5m1RI/AAAAAAAADvA/cXqGeYq46lg/s200/Untitled15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448504549103293714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Believe me, it's easier just to pretend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause through the pain, I found I'm stronger now than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I know, maybe I'll even laugh about it one day but, not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't feel so good, I'm tangled up inside.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is on my sleeve, tomorrow is a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-7253605439171032856?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7253605439171032856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7253605439171032856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/14mar10.html' title='14MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5z6BR5m1RI/AAAAAAAADvA/cXqGeYq46lg/s72-c/Untitled15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-5361037758451593105</id><published>2010-03-13T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:15:27.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For your entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5ulvcombgI/AAAAAAAADuA/e0MHmKTOj8k/s200/2iconbylaurenehhx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448130408793665026" border="0" /&gt;Someone brought a unicorn and an Adam Lambert doll there.&lt;br /&gt;There were cameras all over the place and the weather spoiled the whole thang. I don't like. When it rained, almost everyone ran for shelter except for all those Adam Lambert's Die-Hard fans.&lt;br /&gt;I'd say that I'm not one of those Die-Hard fans until raining also want to stand there. HAHA. BUT! I love him and his music. So power, i cannot tahan. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother accompanied me to watch Adam and i got pretty much... squeezed by every tall people. I had to tiptoe to watch him on stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather sort of ruined the whole thing but, it was worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;My feet hurts due to all the leg strain because i tiptoed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Huzyer &amp;amp; Marilyn but didn't call them because it was just so packed. Grrr. Didn't get to see Farah Amira too /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get his autograph though but well, who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GOT TO SEE HIM IN PERSON ALTHOUGH IT WAS FROM A FAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he looks even better in person.&lt;br /&gt;I bet he has a hot body. TEEHEE. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, today was just one hell of a day!&lt;br /&gt;I love Adam Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5umh1ZKvHI/AAAAAAAADug/G6kfWn4sbFE/s1600-h/IMG_7888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5umh1ZKvHI/AAAAAAAADug/G6kfWn4sbFE/s320/IMG_7888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448131274433281138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5umhnhSQfI/AAAAAAAADuY/1BHO2FxJPjg/s1600-h/IMG_7876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5umhnhSQfI/AAAAAAAADuY/1BHO2FxJPjg/s320/IMG_7876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448131270709232114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5umg-h1clI/AAAAAAAADuQ/g9o6jj3-SFg/s1600-h/IMG_7893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5umg-h1clI/AAAAAAAADuQ/g9o6jj3-SFg/s320/IMG_7893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448131259705684562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5um8RMrz6I/AAAAAAAADuw/BwdjDAjX0AQ/s200/IMG_7962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448131728573714338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5um7wQLecI/AAAAAAAADuo/7pNu8YITzRU/s200/IMG_7874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448131719730002370" border="0" /&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/34931448-5361037758451593105?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5361037758451593105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5361037758451593105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/13mar10.html' title='13MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5ulvcombgI/AAAAAAAADuA/e0MHmKTOj8k/s72-c/2iconbylaurenehhx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8928739945547257171</id><published>2010-03-12T22:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:11:41.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;With a sinking feeling in your chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5pZcr8T0rI/AAAAAAAADtY/KrgQtzfkX0A/s320/GUD9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447765048624927410" border="0" /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow. Hoooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when you've got a BCDAD for your Common Test. It just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working hard to strive for straight A's already. Ohohh. &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"This is the moment... It's on the line, which way you gonna fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the middle? Between? Wrong and right? But, you know after all... It's your life, what you gonna do? The world is watching you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every day, the choices you make, say what you are and who your heart beats for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's an open door. It's your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you who you always said you would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With a sinking feeling in your chest, always waiting for someone else to fix you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me, when did you forget to live the way that you believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is your opportunity to let your life be one that lights the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;- Francesca Battistelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'s It's Your Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5pbbPUwkCI/AAAAAAAADtw/i6Jcd1GqmM0/s200/Pretty+EA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447767222786232354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5pak2hdCxI/AAAAAAAADto/2jTh61FV49M/s200/DNKY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447766288415656722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd also like to thank Mum for surprising me with Elizabeth Aarden's Petty &amp;amp; DKNY's Love From New York. (for i do not know what reason) But, yeah. I luv it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zNiBcHmqzh0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zNiBcHmqzh0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sad last episode for Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selynna. says (10:40 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; im so sleepy wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qazimah, heart on the dancefloor. says (10:40 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For a second, i thought Amir was talking to me only because your DP is his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selynna. says (10:40 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;his dp is my photo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qazimah, heart on the dancefloor. says (10:40 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SLEEP! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I know, you told me that before. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selynna. says (10:40 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;can you pls convince me to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; idk what im staying up for  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qazimah, heart on the dancefloor. says (10:41 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Selynna sayang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; tidur laaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selynna. says (10:41 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; OK IM CONVINCED XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qazimah, heart on the dancefloor. says (10:41 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;nanti ibu kamu marah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selynna. says (10:41 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kk i shall go off at 1045&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qazimah, heart on the dancefloor. says (10:41 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selynna. says (10:41 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wanna talk to my minah first  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; how's sec four life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qazimah, heart on the dancefloor. says (10:41 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Haha, awww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; How suhweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; It is alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qazimah, heart on the dancefloor. says (10:46 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Kamu tidak keluar dengan Amir esok toton Adam Lambert itu di Bugis Selynna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selynna. says (10:46 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EH OMG ADAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; HAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qazimah, heart on the dancefloor. says (10:46 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Saya akan pergi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Dengan keluarga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; So excited to the atasatas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selynna. says (10:46 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAXIMUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qazimah, heart on the dancefloor. says (10:46 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selynna. says (10:47 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qazimah, heart on the dancefloor. says (10:47 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selynna. says (10:47 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OK THAT WAS FUNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qazimah, heart on the dancefloor. says (10:47 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHA. Suka aja selynna ini!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/34931448-8928739945547257171?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8928739945547257171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8928739945547257171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/12mar10.html' title='12MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5pZcr8T0rI/AAAAAAAADtY/KrgQtzfkX0A/s72-c/GUD9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6518766356060565570</id><published>2010-03-11T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:09:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5kHSMigXeI/AAAAAAAADtQ/RK89L-XI9dA/s320/m17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447393233466318306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPY BIRTHDAY SELYNNA NORHISHAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally seventeen. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you don't mind this. Ahh, I know you're still excited over having being a seventeen year old. Enjoy it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;We'll do a meet-up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Last long with Amir! :D&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/34931448-6518766356060565570?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6518766356060565570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6518766356060565570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/11mar10.html' title='11MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5kHSMigXeI/AAAAAAAADtQ/RK89L-XI9dA/s72-c/m17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-5100277882736559214</id><published>2010-03-08T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:00:24.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5UIxkKH0HI/AAAAAAAADtA/8gYbShIEGGc/s320/icon-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446268971987226738" border="0" /&gt;Sometimes, things has suck first before it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what am i doing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Like, why am i waiting for myself to get emotionally hurt all the time when i can back away from these things?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait. I have a reason why and it's a stupid one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get away from it but it keeps coming back BECAUSE i keep coming back for it without realizing it myself. Maybe, it's just them that I have so that is why i put up with it but really, to be honest, I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;So many things to put up with, i keep giving in and in the end, i get nothing out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You give in to people too much and they will step all over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Because everyone has, their own cross to bear and mine is still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting to fall back into place." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When i think of how things are going on right now, I get so confused.&lt;br /&gt;I panic when i think too much of it when i don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;They don't really bother 'bout all of these so why do i have to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever that is not important to them IS important to me.&lt;br /&gt;I care about how things are going on.&lt;br /&gt;And even when i tell myself to back off, of everything, i still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Because they are the only ones that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who i confided in, tell me to let go and that being used is not friendship is all about... But I never realize what I've been getting myself into until i went through a hell lot of thinking..... TODAY. On a very long bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 1.52.7cm and 39.6kg.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied with the weight much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/51dn-Ttnrts&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/51dn-Ttnrts&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-5100277882736559214?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5100277882736559214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5100277882736559214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/08mar10.html' title='08MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5UIxkKH0HI/AAAAAAAADtA/8gYbShIEGGc/s72-c/icon-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8989601424344537099</id><published>2010-03-06T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:34:41.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>06MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Follow me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5E6Sdk_FpI/AAAAAAAADs4/Iu0cWBhw9sI/s320/avgomez44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445197513319454354" border="0" /&gt;I is eating an apple right now.&lt;br /&gt;I is very disappointed with me results.&lt;br /&gt;K. Annoying stinky.&lt;br /&gt;Whateverrrrrzzsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being annoying today. I'm eating an apple at 1:16 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the apple that i am eating because it is tasteless... not even that juicy.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, i find the line, 'not even juicy' wrong. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya i'm annoying todaeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fcuking disappointed with my CT results although i passed all of it.&lt;br /&gt;Like, i aimed higher. Waaaayyy higher than the results that i got for my CT.&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rezza asked, "Qazimah, how do you spell GAY?"&lt;br /&gt;I answered, "Uhh, G.A.Y? duh."&lt;br /&gt;Rezza replied, "No. J.U.S.T.I.N.B.I.E.B.E.R."&lt;br /&gt;"WTH Rezza, JUSTIN? He's not REALLY gay. He's quite cute, you know. But he needs a hot body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like One Less Lonely Girl by Justin Bieber. Me like the music video. It's super sweet, isn't it? But, when Justin hugged the girl that looks a teeny bit like Sel Gomez, she is taller. So! Justin needs to be taller than the girls, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;All the girls in his videos are like, taller and looks way more mature than... him. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His song 'Baby' is... pretty annoyingz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random post today.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go sleep. I'm beat.&lt;br /&gt;Still disappointed with results.&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-8989601424344537099?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8989601424344537099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8989601424344537099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/06mar10.html' title='06MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S5E6Sdk_FpI/AAAAAAAADs4/Iu0cWBhw9sI/s72-c/avgomez44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-3803086891738750364</id><published>2010-03-04T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:23:18.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>04MAR10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Follow your heart, your intuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4_AMLxwOgI/AAAAAAAADsw/hPGYMWOoyiY/s320/normal_031sd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444781790066653698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I See You Following your Crowd, I Know You're Trying To Fit In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;But If Your Gonna Find Yourself, You Gotta Start From Deep, Deep Within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hold On To What You Believe.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There is always room for change, you're allowed to make mistakes, it's a part of every life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted this mess and yet, i got THIS mess.&lt;br /&gt;And who has to clean it up?&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly disappointed with the results that I've got.&lt;br /&gt;Today was sucky, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything sucked, today.&lt;br /&gt;And i mean EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-3803086891738750364?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3803086891738750364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3803086891738750364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/04mar10.html' title='04MAR10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4_AMLxwOgI/AAAAAAAADsw/hPGYMWOoyiY/s72-c/normal_031sd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4584818731225038730</id><published>2010-03-01T22:03:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:40:28.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01MARCH10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When my world is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4vKO2jhpOI/AAAAAAAADrQ/Xie73FCXpF0/s320/0068aca4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443666931118875874" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hills Season 5, Cycle 2 &lt;/span&gt;is on.&lt;br /&gt;More bitchfights to come since Kristin Cavallari's in the show.&lt;br /&gt;Lauren's not gonna be in it.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, isn't the point of The Hills... Lauren?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i do not like&lt;br /&gt;KRISTIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4vMwiojesI/AAAAAAAADrg/WrzNYWlGm1Q/s1600-h/F7jTB7pInkAnPjx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4vMwiojesI/AAAAAAAADrg/WrzNYWlGm1Q/s200/F7jTB7pInkAnPjx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443669708910066370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;amp; uh, 3OH!3's Follow Me Down's guuuuud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like watching Bitchfights, gossips, losta drama?&lt;br /&gt;Watch these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4vOkCxwM1I/AAAAAAAADsI/yKycGH8Qm3U/s1600-h/90210_cast_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4vOkCxwM1I/AAAAAAAADsI/yKycGH8Qm3U/s320/90210_cast_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443671693223539538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4vOjxp2dyI/AAAAAAAADsA/3gVjR-y5zfY/s1600-h/key_art_the_secret_life_of_the_american_teenager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4vOjxp2dyI/AAAAAAAADsA/3gVjR-y5zfY/s320/key_art_the_secret_life_of_the_american_teenager.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443671688626992930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4vP5Xl2JSI/AAAAAAAADsg/jqKf4CqzEHU/s1600-h/the-city.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4vP5Xl2JSI/AAAAAAAADsg/jqKf4CqzEHU/s320/the-city.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443673159099622690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4vN-LNngJI/AAAAAAAADr4/3o1W9w_G000/s1600-h/greek-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4vN-LNngJI/AAAAAAAADr4/3o1W9w_G000/s320/greek-show.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443671042652864658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/34931448-4584818731225038730?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4584818731225038730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4584818731225038730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/03/01march10.html' title='01MARCH10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4vKO2jhpOI/AAAAAAAADrQ/Xie73FCXpF0/s72-c/0068aca4.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-2418048106547649919</id><published>2010-02-28T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T01:52:19.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28FEB10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4laXDGlR5I/AAAAAAAADrI/6BLMtofYE2M/s320/iconselena5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442980976670361490" border="0" /&gt;I'm annoyed by a whole lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow... or rather, today is already a Sunday. Madrasah (gasps)&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Maths Common Test. Oh - crap.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't studied. AT ALL when i really should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping for all A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having massive outings with friends, really.&lt;br /&gt;But N's coursework has already started so i have to lessen my Friday outings and start STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those huge outings i would have, the fun, the laughter, the gossips.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for those longgggggg hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta turn in now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-2418048106547649919?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2418048106547649919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2418048106547649919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/02/28feb10.html' title='28FEB10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4laXDGlR5I/AAAAAAAADrI/6BLMtofYE2M/s72-c/iconselena5.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-540455253704194415</id><published>2010-02-21T21:55:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:01:43.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21FEB10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And all I want is for things to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4E7mql6OGI/AAAAAAAADoU/Pw-AY09srBw/s320/taystarlightCLTL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440695360294631522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the midst of making a Scrapbook that will be filled with runway pictures, fashion designers and such... and, OH NO. I've just realized that Common Test's days away and I have yet to touch my books. I know, i know, i should start the studying NOW but, I'm currently reading Jodi Picoult's Vanishing Acts so, I don't want my reading to interfere with anything else... Like, revision. What, studying's way more important than reading you say? Right. I should put my book away and start revising on SCHOOLbooks already, true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, then i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of staying home on a Friday due to tiredness and filled with armload of homework &amp;amp; Saturday staying home and sleeping in, I spent THAT time hanging with a few people.&lt;br /&gt;BBQ chicken with Syahirah, Hidayah on Friday, off to the library on Saturday with Insyira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Valentine's Day is totally over and I've watched the show once but, i feel like watching it again for the second time. Taylor Swift's Today Was A Fairytale's still ringing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L.A Fashion Week 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4FHw9Aw9rI/AAAAAAAADp8/wY8_w04D4jo/s1600-h/022010-emma-roberts-290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4FHw9Aw9rI/AAAAAAAADp8/wY8_w04D4jo/s320/022010-emma-roberts-290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440708731177334450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, what is Emma Roberts wearing?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary Duff has accepted her hoc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ey-player boyfriend's proposal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4FKuL6q_aI/AAAAAAAADqU/QhBjCsFkM8M/s1600-h/400_hduff_mcomrie_100219_aerodriguez_86472001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4FKuL6q_aI/AAAAAAAADqU/QhBjCsFkM8M/s200/400_hduff_mcomrie_100219_aerodriguez_86472001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440711982173584802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Hilary Duff and Mike Comrie were en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gaged this we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ekend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;while vacationing in Hawaii," Duff's rep tells ET Canada. "After having been together for over two years, they are very excited to share this happy news. They are thankful for all of your warm wishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comrie, 29, plays hockey with the NHL's Edmonton Oilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNOp2s_zeBw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNOp2s_zeBw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh, life goes on&lt;br /&gt;And it's only gonna make me strong&lt;br /&gt;It's a fact, once you get on board&lt;br /&gt;Say good-bye cause you can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's a fight, and I really wanna get it right&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm at, is my life before me&lt;br /&gt;And this feelin' that I can go back&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I knew then,&lt;br /&gt;What I know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-540455253704194415?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/540455253704194415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/540455253704194415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/02/21feb10_21.html' title='21FEB10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S4E7mql6OGI/AAAAAAAADoU/Pw-AY09srBw/s72-c/taystarlightCLTL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-161046714705619184</id><published>2010-02-20T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:12:27.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21FEB10'</title><content type='html'>Lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-161046714705619184?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/161046714705619184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/161046714705619184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/02/21feb10.html' title='21FEB10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-5580212269891020785</id><published>2010-02-16T00:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:10:28.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16FEB10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3l99SE1EYI/AAAAAAAADn8/qbZKAnOLCFI/s320/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438516516804170114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'd have to be a fool to believe every word you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play                        a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring                        along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato                        will be given a name of a person that the child hates, so                        the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her                        plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes                        with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes,                        some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told                        the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic                        bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Days after days passed by, and the children started to                        complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten                        potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry                        heavier bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because                        the game had finally ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying                        the potatoes with you for 1 week?" The children let                        out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble                        that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and                        smelly potatoes wherever they go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the                        game. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation                        when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart.                        The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you                        will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate                        the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine                        what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart                        for your lifetime?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that                        you will not carry sins for a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Forgiving others is the best attitude to take! Love others                                    even if you don't like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.loversquotes.com/ShortLoveStories3.htm/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                               &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where there is pain, we wish you peace and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is self-doubt, we wish you a renewed confidence                        in Your Ability to work through them.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, we wish you understanding,                        patience, and renewed strength.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is fear, we wish you love, and courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3l_XqtgH5I/AAAAAAAADoE/-FT1rL9Dhn4/s1600-h/INFphoto_1086947_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3l_XqtgH5I/AAAAAAAADoE/-FT1rL9Dhn4/s320/INFphoto_1086947_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438518069605441426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Suri Cruise just TOO YOUNG to drink coffee and wear HIGH HEELS?&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/34931448-5580212269891020785?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5580212269891020785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5580212269891020785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/02/16feb10.html' title='16FEB10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3l99SE1EYI/AAAAAAAADn8/qbZKAnOLCFI/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-3612550701955592529</id><published>2010-02-15T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T02:01:30.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15FEB10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It messed me up, need a second to breathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3gwcF6ljeI/AAAAAAAADnk/ZRSfgNtvd5w/s200/tayloree.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438149809232252386" border="0" /&gt;Adam Lambert's pretty hot, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Man, too bad he's gay! But, his music isn't that bad, is it? I'm very much in love with Aftermath and Whataya Want From Me.&lt;br /&gt;I love him as much as I love Cotton On and shopping :D Oh and i don't like Blah Blah Blah by Ke$ha, it is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TOO ANNOYING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat just show me where your dicks at. &lt;/span&gt;(OMG,sick! But it rhymes. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Stop stop stop talking t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hat&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah think you'll be getting this nah nah nah&lt;br /&gt;Not in the back of my car car car&lt;br /&gt;If you keep talking that blah blah blah blah blah.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ke$ha's songs are nice but, it's a bit...  too high pitched and her Fashion's trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3g2MleFydI/AAAAAAAADn0/kSJjR2m31Fg/s1600-h/kesha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3g2MleFydI/AAAAAAAADn0/kSJjR2m31Fg/s320/kesha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438156139894524370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;http://www.popeater.com/2010/02/07/ke$ha-garbage-chic/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need of&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;books,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BOOKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been occupied with a whole lotta stuff that I've no time to even read books or even the papers now. Homeworks aren't killing me yet. So I'm alright with homeworks, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the tiger and I am the lightning."&lt;br /&gt;when it's really supposed to be "You are the thunder and I am the lightning."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I'm always typing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lightning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lighting &lt;/span&gt;by accident. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already the fifteenth of February TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to say that I survived yesterday very well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wanna wanna wanna watch Valentine's Day again!&lt;br /&gt;I like Taylor Swift acting like a bimbo and how head over heels she is with her boyfriend, Taylor Lautner. Taylor Squared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that they're over. BOOZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already Gone by Kelly Clarkson's saaaaadd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mornin' all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-3612550701955592529?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3612550701955592529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3612550701955592529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/02/15feb10.html' title='15FEB10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3gwcF6ljeI/AAAAAAAADnk/ZRSfgNtvd5w/s72-c/tayloree.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-177298736398895640</id><published>2010-02-13T23:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:38:57.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13FEB10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everything I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3bJl2QhxuI/AAAAAAAADnE/e-Jw1JBOHWo/s200/tay5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437755252153632482" border="0" /&gt;Everything is just not right.&lt;br /&gt;It's just not. Today's a day that I'll never forget to remember because everything is not what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;It's cool how V'day and Chinese New Year are on the same day but still a suckish day. Everything just happened so fast, too fast. It's already midnight and already the fourteenth of February. I really don't care about the day but everything that happened yesterday morning just saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how Izz is always correcting me when I said tomorrow at 12am when it's actually today. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Spent my afternoon listening to songs on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;Love songs all the wayyyy. Awesome or what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone at home @ 12.09AM and slurping on starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Zahrah, Hidayah, Fouzan for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Comforting me and such.&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3bVLZZGUGI/AAAAAAAADnc/Ve9BD-xSqEQ/s200/17246_1128819359593_1800505115_259511_5086784_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437767991867887714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3bVLG6zjCI/AAAAAAAADnU/_xnVzvVG6L0/s200/17246_1128819959608_1800505115_259525_3263616_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437767986908990498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3bVKtU6REI/AAAAAAAADnM/jDle9Ut6ZA8/s200/17246_1128819799604_1800505115_259521_7977075_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437767980039160898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy V'day &amp;amp; Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x52JAQgSiuI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x52JAQgSiuI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;object height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xg3vE8Ie_E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xg3vE8Ie_E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;object height="344" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wmgg7zIDcwU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wmgg7zIDcwU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;object height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_l5OO3u6fIg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_l5OO3u6fIg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-177298736398895640?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/177298736398895640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/177298736398895640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/02/13feb10_13.html' title='13FEB10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3bJl2QhxuI/AAAAAAAADnE/e-Jw1JBOHWo/s72-c/tay5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-5387329366713684346</id><published>2010-02-13T00:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:48:18.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13FEB10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And the days drag on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3WDke2SVWI/AAAAAAAADm0/_O4eHZeVKYg/s200/taylorswiftt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437396787899028834" border="0" /&gt;Shall rate Valentine's day an 8/10.&lt;br /&gt;I like how Taylor Swift acts as a bimbo in the movie and who is also very obsessed over her boyfriend, Taylor Lautner. SO HAWT. They both look cute together. Like, I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried, too.&lt;br /&gt;When i heard Today Was A Fairytale by Taylor Swift. You guys should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm darn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3WEMY6jFOI/AAAAAAAADm8/RwgNBHCzn_g/s200/002%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437397473501058274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And, Syamil made a blog. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ADAM LAMBERT. Idontknowwhy. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-5387329366713684346?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5387329366713684346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5387329366713684346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/02/13feb10.html' title='13FEB10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3WDke2SVWI/AAAAAAAADm0/_O4eHZeVKYg/s72-c/taylorswiftt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6588846966350475451</id><published>2010-02-09T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:54:27.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09FEB10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Forever &amp;amp; Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3FcRAAVXAI/AAAAAAAADms/o6lu2DIN7tk/s200/l_71be011c835e4f169623dc98d05b26f2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436227672341830658" border="0" /&gt;"Don't worry, I'll be here for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, how do you know if they mean what they say?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people would say what they don't mean just to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;And it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's better not to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes, it's better to let go than to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xodmwwNV18w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xodmwwNV18w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk is cheap.&lt;br /&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/34931448-6588846966350475451?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6588846966350475451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6588846966350475451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/02/09feb10.html' title='09FEB10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S3FcRAAVXAI/AAAAAAAADms/o6lu2DIN7tk/s72-c/l_71be011c835e4f169623dc98d05b26f2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4764553307766459097</id><published>2010-02-07T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:48:25.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07FEB10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You play it right so you can get the right reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S27JX_SmFGI/AAAAAAAADmk/pFbKOxK1WC8/s200/Selena-3-selena-gomez-8267184-100-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435503214246368354" border="0" /&gt;Madrasah was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Ustazah went... WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;Zahrah, Atiqah, Nurin, Ain, Nadirah and I are now in the same class like how it used to be the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Thank you Ustazah Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the whole of Selena Gomez's Kiss &amp;amp; Tell and I love Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEY MONDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 284px; height: 212px;" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn271/Twilight123_01/Bands/HeyMonday.jpg" alt="Hey Monday Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever. I'm very lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_YR4dKArgo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_YR4dKArgo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the thunder and I am the lightning, and i love the way you know who you are and to me it's exciting." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love this. Can't get enough of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-4764553307766459097?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4764553307766459097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4764553307766459097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/02/07feb10_07.html' title='07FEB10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S27JX_SmFGI/AAAAAAAADmk/pFbKOxK1WC8/s72-c/Selena-3-selena-gomez-8267184-100-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-2322833046481629674</id><published>2010-02-07T01:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:56:59.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07FEB10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time slows down whenever you are around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S22o1E1ruWI/AAAAAAAADl8/WenD-a49glo/s200/dl17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435185955091495266" border="0" /&gt;Off to some sale places with Family.&lt;br /&gt;Then to Ice Cream Chef at night.&lt;br /&gt;And had supper @ kembangan after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please, please do not harm yourself anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're not on the right track. Why are you doing all these to yourself when you, yourself know that it is very wrong to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d'you know how much your friends and i worry about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although i know that i have not done much to help, you should know that i love you and i wouldn't want to see you hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because i care.&lt;br /&gt;Please change and do what is right.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hurt me as much as you don't want to hurt yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S22qPIMPkdI/AAAAAAAADmU/EgvChRB9Dfo/s200/IMG_7082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435187502179652050" border="0" /&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/34931448-2322833046481629674?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2322833046481629674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2322833046481629674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/02/07feb10.html' title='07FEB10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S22o1E1ruWI/AAAAAAAADl8/WenD-a49glo/s72-c/dl17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-3897213115225800244</id><published>2010-02-05T23:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:29:49.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05FEB10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All you need is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2w5ywyIiUI/AAAAAAAADkc/ZwquodtFbx4/s1600-h/icon11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2w5ywyIiUI/AAAAAAAADkc/ZwquodtFbx4/s200/icon11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434782394580764994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sit and wonder why there are nights, we sleep, while others they weep.&lt;br /&gt;With regret, repent, be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause we've got one life to live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; One love to give, one chance to keep from falling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; One heart to break, one soul to take us, not for sake us&lt;/span&gt;, only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos apparently, that's what we live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today Was A Fairytale&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt; would always make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Time slows down whenever you're around,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It's beating in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;I can't put this down.&lt;br /&gt;But can you feel this magic in the air?&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way you kissed me,&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love when I saw you standing there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This part of the song's echoing in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2w7bnNN4dI/AAAAAAAADlU/IHRpyHTyY2A/s200/00012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434784195896271314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2w7bbwmRgI/AAAAAAAADlM/_rFuyAzFEnE/s200/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434784192823444994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2w6ggCfayI/AAAAAAAADlE/eUUPNq6LwEQ/s200/0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434783180359953186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parkway Parade with Hidayah, Syahirah and Ansari.&lt;br /&gt;Met Hids first and KFC-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah and Ansari came half-way. The two had lunch at Swensens since it was their a year and i-don't-know-how-many-months-anniversary together, lol. And so, happy anniversary you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hids and I talked over lunch about a whole losta stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried on a few Cotton On clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2w6f1_uT8I/AAAAAAAADks/BVys3hHBu84/s200/0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434783169074057154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2xCFQrC75I/AAAAAAAADl0/95b0eJ1ZN18/s200/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434791508471639954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2xB6mF90eI/AAAAAAAADlk/ryURq9C3sO4/s200/0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434791325243134434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2xB6POCQAI/AAAAAAAADlc/n-FyJSOBHQQ/s200/0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434791319102963714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Being used is what cheating on someone is all about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They don't mean much to you so you find another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When people use you, you don't mean much because they'll throw you away once they are done.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-3897213115225800244?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3897213115225800244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3897213115225800244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/02/05feb10.html' title='05FEB10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2w5ywyIiUI/AAAAAAAADkc/ZwquodtFbx4/s72-c/icon11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6045360378157790543</id><published>2010-02-04T21:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:12:15.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>04FEB10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm alone, on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2rPIObangI/AAAAAAAADkU/Rl4ImdYoEFk/s200/6taylor-swift-selena-gomezicon6Unti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434383640594914818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to survive February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah should never leave the country and leave me alone on V'day.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Hids and Zafir yesterday and they walked me home.&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's a first. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLnoNKeI7-o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLnoNKeI7-o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know what I want, so don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm still trying to figure it out...&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking,&lt;br /&gt;trying to see through the rain coming down.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm not the only one who feels the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Got the radio on, my old blue jeans,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lucky today, got the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell me what more do I need?&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow's just a mystery, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm ready to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Taylor Swift's A Place In This World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost your way?&lt;br /&gt;Livin' in the shadow of the message that you made&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes. &lt;br /&gt;Everything inside your circle starts to overflow...&lt;br /&gt;Take a step before you leap,&lt;br /&gt;Into the colours that you seek.&lt;br /&gt;You give back what you give away&lt;br /&gt;So don't look back on yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna scream out,&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of what's inside,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell ya you'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;In the Aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime anybody pulls you down,&lt;br /&gt;Anytime anybody says you're not allowed,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;In the Aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel the weight.&lt;br /&gt;Of lies and contradictions that you live with every day.&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;Think of what could be if you rewrite the role you play.&lt;br /&gt;Take a step before you leap.&lt;br /&gt;Into the colours that you seek&lt;br /&gt;You give back what you give away.&lt;br /&gt;So don't look back on yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna scream out.&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of what's inside,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell ya you'll be alright...&lt;br /&gt;In the Aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime anybody pulls you down.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime anybody says you're not allowed..&lt;br /&gt;Just remember you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;In the Aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;In the Aftermath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you break you have to shed your armor,&lt;br /&gt;Take a trip and fall into the glitter.&lt;br /&gt;Tell a stranger that they're beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;So all you feel is love, love,&lt;br /&gt;All you feel is love, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Adam Lambert's Aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;My life, much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/34931448-6045360378157790543?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6045360378157790543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6045360378157790543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/02/04feb10.html' title='04FEB10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2rPIObangI/AAAAAAAADkU/Rl4ImdYoEFk/s72-c/6taylor-swift-selena-gomezicon6Unti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4117695569862580101</id><published>2010-01-31T21:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:28:01.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31JAN10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how you choose to express yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2WOA1F5JII/AAAAAAAADj0/quR-_pxGvRY/s1600-h/selenarocks5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2WOA1F5JII/AAAAAAAADj0/quR-_pxGvRY/s320/selenarocks5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432904670395311234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm clock for my phone has been Selena Gomez's Naturally for like, months now and it's getting pretty annoying to hear her sing to wake me up every morning, HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, random fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ran out of books to read and I am too lazy to walk to the library.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's part of the reason why i am lazy but another is that, the weather gets totally too hot each day. It's never verrrryyyy windy or just, windy. So the weather makes me want to stay home all the time. How irritating. And when i stay home all the time, I get stuck with boringly, homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't complain because there are others that suffer worse having tons and tons of homework everyday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whoa, today is the last day of the month, January.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look "forward" to in February?&lt;br /&gt;- Common Test (-.-) [no surprise]&lt;br /&gt;- Valentines Day, the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess there isn't anything much to look forward to in the month of February, is there?&lt;br /&gt;Just tests after tests after tests.&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2WOizLM3jI/AAAAAAAADkM/U1yXFH1xDsg/s200/CO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432905253996256818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton On Puffed Up Sleeves Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Cotton On High Waist Skirt. (Nurin's)&lt;br /&gt;Bangles from Jakarta (Thanks to Hidayah)&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly Belt from Vivo's Pushcart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ribbon Headband from Diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRIS KAMRADA IS SO CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry I lied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-4117695569862580101?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4117695569862580101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4117695569862580101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/01/31jan10.html' title='31JAN10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2WOA1F5JII/AAAAAAAADj0/quR-_pxGvRY/s72-c/selenarocks5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-3670236261322346375</id><published>2010-01-30T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:02:59.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30JAN10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2RVa_Q_G5I/AAAAAAAADjs/I6-zsT9UE0k/s320/selenaicon-3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432560972663298962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One heart to break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Home on a Saturday and yes, it was B.O.R.I.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;Iqa came in the morning, though. That was the non-boring part of the day :D&lt;br /&gt;and then left soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my afternoon reminiscing and listening to sad love songs -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i do not know what's so fun about reminiscing that i am always doing that but doing so made my afternoon a bit more entertaining, i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get when this is typed out by sleepy Qazimah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah called just now and Zahrah called too, at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;So the three of us conferenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NzHxvQU3Fo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NzHxvQU3Fo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-3670236261322346375?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3670236261322346375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3670236261322346375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/01/30jan10_30.html' title='30JAN10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2RVa_Q_G5I/AAAAAAAADjs/I6-zsT9UE0k/s72-c/selenaicon-3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-1535727720592966783</id><published>2010-01-30T00:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:16:51.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30JAN10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And my heart on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2MNIkYFNqI/AAAAAAAADiM/iDteICIMyMo/s320/demi_lovato_1256844447jf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432200016393746082" border="0" /&gt;I've to admit that Hayley Williams have very pretty hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley Williams from the punk band, Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;Hayley's hair evolution :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2MQtxYAvLI/AAAAAAAADic/9W6MX7t0gcM/s1600-h/Hayley_Williams5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2MQtxYAvLI/AAAAAAAADic/9W6MX7t0gcM/s200/Hayley_Williams5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432203954073156786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2MTZXes-MI/AAAAAAAADik/VT2iKEjoqX8/s1600-h/yVHYMWsNZps8lk6vIG7VE3M7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2MTZXes-MI/AAAAAAAADik/VT2iKEjoqX8/s200/yVHYMWsNZps8lk6vIG7VE3M7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432206902059399362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know the years on when she dyed her hair what but, i don't quite fancy her being a blonde. I mean, for a punk-rock chic to turn suddenly blonde like her is rather... intimidating, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But, look at Ashlee Simpson. She, too is a rocker... when she turned blonde, everyone had their heads turned and was surprised on why the drastic change of hair colour. So, i guess this is quite the same, nothing new, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2MUtcKeLQI/AAAAAAAADis/Rk2fZQMBI10/s1600-h/ashleesimpsonhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2MUtcKeLQI/AAAAAAAADis/Rk2fZQMBI10/s320/ashleesimpsonhair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432208346425732354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oo-kay, wait. She gave the signs, then. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2MV-Hn6CbI/AAAAAAAADjM/xzlhrn7WcSY/s200/selenita20289291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432209732481452466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2MV9iO9fYI/AAAAAAAADjE/4q5vzeJ2ZZE/s200/selena-gomez-blonde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432209722444709250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Selena as a blonde?&lt;br /&gt;I think... a definite nuh-uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2MXBSZFHbI/AAAAAAAADjc/Cs0ZuInW-Q4/s1600-h/CHRIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2MXBSZFHbI/AAAAAAAADjc/Cs0ZuInW-Q4/s320/CHRIS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432210886423289266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOTTIE ALERTTTTT!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris from There For  Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;look @ his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what's up with me and eyes.&lt;br /&gt;-_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;AND, THANKS HUZYERRRR :D :D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/34931448-1535727720592966783?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1535727720592966783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1535727720592966783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/01/30jan10.html' title='30JAN10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S2MNIkYFNqI/AAAAAAAADiM/iDteICIMyMo/s72-c/demi_lovato_1256844447jf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8317353078717105178</id><published>2010-01-23T22:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:57:20.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23JAN10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All the boys and the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1sSKTvrntI/AAAAAAAADhE/pbSzJcTYTs4/s320/09752_swift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429953744033521362" border="0" /&gt;Went to the Doctor's this morning. A temperature of 37.6 deg cels. I don't think that it's that bad of a fever, really. So, i only slept, read, re-checked homework and glued myself in front of the TV the whole day. Boring!&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Nurin to exchange skirts but i felt so lazy to do anything so i canceled our meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a bad sore throat and a minor headache along with bodyache &amp;amp; pains. -.-! No more fever, though. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i won't absent myself from school too much or I'll miss lots of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope i will get better by tomorrow. I better doa banyak-banyak first. ^^\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've been very busy with school!&lt;br /&gt;Totally too tired to get online.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nick Jonas and Selena Gomez: Back Together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1sW3cW98xI/AAAAAAAADhU/X-wW6wYd_Ww/s200/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429958917486408466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Rumors of a Jonas/Gomez relationship began to surface in the summer of 2008. Nick never really shot them down, though there was never an official break-up. Think this video means there's been an official reconciliation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1sYROJZwjI/AAAAAAAADhc/r9Q-HQ07evA/s200/mtvjb031-2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429960459859640882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nick Jonas and the Administration: Going on Tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's good news and bad news for Nick Jonas fans. First, the good:&lt;br /&gt;The 17-year old star is going on tour in January! Now, the bad:&lt;br /&gt;His adorable brothers aren't coming with him.&lt;br /&gt;Nick will be hitting the road for a month with his new group, the Administration.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas began working on an album with this quartet in Nashville earlier this year. He isn't leaving The Jonas Brothers, but he is taking a break from touring and playing with them as he hypes the group's CD, titled "Who I Am." It will be released on February 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1saC7Wz5VI/AAAAAAAADhk/LCFgwRAqCTw/s200/tumblr_kw9rwnxyvJ1qzirnvo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429962413320693074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty much every actor and actress on the planet has a role in Valentine's Day, the romantic comedy.&lt;br /&gt;But only one star appears in the film, makes out with Taylor Lautner and has a single on the movie's soundtrack: Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Il7AMh9oxOs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Il7AMh9oxOs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="25" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you guys lookin' at?"&lt;br /&gt;"Your ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jersey Shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;http://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/&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/34931448-8317353078717105178?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8317353078717105178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8317353078717105178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/01/23jan10.html' title='23JAN10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1sSKTvrntI/AAAAAAAADhE/pbSzJcTYTs4/s72-c/09752_swift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8660086333999873386</id><published>2010-01-17T21:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:45:03.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17JAN10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1MXKmCpy3I/AAAAAAAADgc/tXoJ4fkdLqk/s1600-h/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1MXKmCpy3I/AAAAAAAADgc/tXoJ4fkdLqk/s200/asd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427707446689385330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All that has faded me within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The thought of you makes me pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;We're still friends, yes we are. But do you know how much I love you to let go of everything that we've been through? I helped you, you helped me and I got your promises in return that I think you'll never keep to. You were the only person that I always ranted non-stop to about my problems but you never gave up on me. Never did. You cheered me up, you made me feel better. Will you still keep your promise or will you forget it and just acted like it never happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once asked you many questions about many things... Including our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;You forgot everything that had happened and how it happened, I doubt that you will, forget everything you said to me. Okay, i know this doesn't make sense but, I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd tell me to "Get over _____." all the time and you'll always always tell me that _____ is totally not worth my time and he really is not. You are right. You were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm typing about you in this post. ALL about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Could clearly remember how you 'used' me because you told me that i reminded you of her and i really thought that she was me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"You broke through, all of my confusions,  the ups and the downs&lt;br /&gt;and you still didn't leave. I guess that you saw what nobody could see, you found me.&lt;br /&gt;So, here we are, that's pretty far... When you think of where we've been, no going back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fading out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was hiding, 'til you came along and showed me where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;You found me when no one else was lookin'.&lt;br /&gt;How did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess that you saw what nobody could see, the good and the bad&lt;br /&gt;And the things in between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;You mean a lot to me, friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1MiCzTlI7I/AAAAAAAADg8/dVjqgVjol2w/s1600-h/500x_heidi_fix__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1MiCzTlI7I/AAAAAAAADg8/dVjqgVjol2w/s320/500x_heidi_fix__oPt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427719407438996402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Are you kidding me?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1MiCrCxDFI/AAAAAAAADg0/G2Fthz_W_VI/s1600-h/plastic-surgery-addict_339x458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1MiCrCxDFI/AAAAAAAADg0/G2Fthz_W_VI/s320/plastic-surgery-addict_339x458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427719405220990034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"&gt;All i know is that, she looked better before she had a boob-job, eyebrow lift and such... Oh. MY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/34931448-8660086333999873386?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8660086333999873386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8660086333999873386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/01/17jan10.html' title='17JAN10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1MXKmCpy3I/AAAAAAAADgc/tXoJ4fkdLqk/s72-c/asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8562501216338187389</id><published>2010-01-16T01:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:21:04.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16JAN10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I can tell that I've been moving in so slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1CrJaCflcI/AAAAAAAADfk/BLQjOu2aSFo/s200/34C4CB1801934C4CA85215ffdeemii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427025729078400450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;If It Means  A Lot To You By A Day To Remember &lt;/span&gt;reminds me of the sec three camp that i went for last year, which was at Kota Tinggi. I could clearly remember how everything went. How I managed to escape all the high and low elements and only tried the Zip-Line Course.&lt;br /&gt;And when Farah &amp;amp; I got sick, and how Hedzir's phone got sort of... confiscated. Thanks to me. But he got it back after the camp.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the bus ride home was... memorable.&lt;br /&gt;I liked it. I... I loved the camp and the longggg bus ride back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during camp that I got addicted to the song. And I kept humming it practically everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Yogurt with Hidayah &amp;amp; Syahirah t'day.&lt;br /&gt;Ansari came half-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1CvJvmO9fI/AAAAAAAADf8/mf0CMDCBdh8/s200/splendour%281094%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427030132911961586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1CvJRbaAMI/AAAAAAAADf0/YzruysGGnrM/s200/splendour%281092%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427030124813484226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1CvJB6KAbI/AAAAAAAADfs/9CgT62Imah8/s200/splendour%281093%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427030120647492018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I like Steps' The Way You Make Me Feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FXjMxL9BSc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FXjMxL9BSc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="25" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:font;"&gt;"Boy it's such a shame, do you belong to another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:font;"&gt;I don't wanna hurt nobody, but my heart just can't hold back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:font;"&gt;When I look into your eyes, every time you smile at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:font;"&gt;Oh I go weak inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:font;"&gt;Baby I just can't hide my love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-8562501216338187389?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8562501216338187389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8562501216338187389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/01/16jan10.html' title='16JAN10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S1CrJaCflcI/AAAAAAAADfk/BLQjOu2aSFo/s72-c/34C4CB1801934C4CA85215ffdeemii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-5429053591274467330</id><published>2010-01-12T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:49:06.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12JAN10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0x5C4tTq0I/AAAAAAAADfc/CqDf9-JFtf8/s200/thselena19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425844741563722562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Try to find some hope to try to hold on to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyday I sit here waiting, everyday just seems so long.&lt;br /&gt;And now I've had enough of all the hating, do we even care?&lt;br /&gt;it's so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Any day it'll all be over...&lt;br /&gt;everyday there's nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;And now I just try to find some hope, to try and hold onto but it starts again,&lt;br /&gt;It'll never end... I'm heavily broken and I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Almost giving up on trying, almost heading for a fall and now my mind is screaming out, I've gotta keep on fighting&lt;br /&gt;But then again... it doesn't end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm drowning, I'm screaming for air.&lt;br /&gt;Louder I'm crying and you don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavily Broken - The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Veronicas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Do you know how much of your friendship i treasure?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want us to very swiftly, drift away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;Because you mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the best.&lt;br /&gt;Lets keep to our promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't see much of each other doesn't mean we have to drift away, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well at least, i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;Wish to see more of you soon.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, _____. &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/34931448-5429053591274467330?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5429053591274467330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5429053591274467330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/01/12jan10.html' title='12JAN10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0x5C4tTq0I/AAAAAAAADfc/CqDf9-JFtf8/s72-c/thselena19.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-1628542828816427372</id><published>2010-01-10T21:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:50:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10JAN10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm the girl with the worst attention span...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0nbgeEKXVI/AAAAAAAADfM/F4JKU5jMSzY/s1600-h/selena_gomez_2438462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0nbgeEKXVI/AAAAAAAADfM/F4JKU5jMSzY/s200/selena_gomez_2438462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425108577017290066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madrasah sucked big-time.&lt;br /&gt;How can they separate Nurin, Atiqah, Zahrah, Ain, Nadirah and I?&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah and I both ended up in a class full of sec threes.&lt;br /&gt;Zahrah, Ain, Nadirah and Nurin are all together, in the same class along with the guys from our old class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost died in the class that Atiqah and I were in. Literally. We disliked it so bad that both of us, asked for a transfer. No, really. We did. I can't believe I so badly want to get out of the class. No Zahrah, Nurin, Ain and Nadirah? BORING!&lt;br /&gt;No noise, no getting into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this.&lt;br /&gt;We don't like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was really really happy to see all of them during recess after that.&lt;br /&gt;Hugged each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah did too.&lt;br /&gt;So now you know how close we all are to each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been friends for like, what. Five, six years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, i don't know how much I will miss them till they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Till they are away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i can live in that class any longer.&lt;br /&gt;I totally want a transfer or I can just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts at 830am tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Tell myself, on the ride home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Getting tired, hating all I've known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Holding on, like it's all I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Count me out, when it's clear that I, find it hard to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And you, find it hard to care..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-1628542828816427372?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1628542828816427372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1628542828816427372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/01/10jan10_10.html' title='10JAN10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0nbgeEKXVI/AAAAAAAADfM/F4JKU5jMSzY/s72-c/selena_gomez_2438462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6658195684745506198</id><published>2010-01-10T00:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:04:53.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10JAN10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0iymKtekpI/AAAAAAAADeU/P5-8BkAZLN4/s200/038.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424782119947637394" border="0" /&gt;Spent the whole of my six hours on a Saturday @ Parkway Parade for C.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome location, no kidding!&lt;br /&gt;So, i had no partner at all because my partner bailed on me. What a thing to start the day!&lt;br /&gt;Called Syahirah and went with her along with Amira.&lt;br /&gt;We sort of... window shopped instead of doing our job. Cotton On!&lt;br /&gt;Everything is still at $10. I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, after walking rounds in Parkway Parade, we finally asked people for donation. They donated mine and Syahirah's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Amalia, Rasyiqah, Rusydi and Zach at Macs.&lt;br /&gt;Left for school at 5pm. We were really lateeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be in school by 430pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mount Faber &amp;amp; Vivo with family.&lt;br /&gt;Mount Faber's kewl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0i1RA1X1qI/AAAAAAAADes/-kWOVoNrUSQ/s200/IMG_5994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424785055054026402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0i1Qn-9xiI/AAAAAAAADec/QDiOHLXHS4c/s200/IMG_5945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424785048383374882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0i1cCewvxI/AAAAAAAADe8/HbF4NvEcKkM/s200/IMG_5992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424785244474621714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally wanna skip madrasah.&lt;br /&gt;Me's too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0i1Rimn2JI/AAAAAAAADe0/XL7Thm3Z3YQ/s200/IMG_5990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424785064118966418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What i wore was Nurin's purple uniqlo blouse, pretty, isn't it? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That girl has nice taste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-6658195684745506198?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6658195684745506198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6658195684745506198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/01/10jan10.html' title='10JAN10&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0iymKtekpI/AAAAAAAADeU/P5-8BkAZLN4/s72-c/038.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-7104651174530423378</id><published>2010-01-08T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:00:18.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08JAN2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So tell me what you're waiting for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0dLls3GPxI/AAAAAAAADc8/6zw_XUqvoAQ/s200/thlol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424387387260550930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no. There's still C.I.P to complete tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;This is pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, busy busy busy. Have been coming back home late from school like, almost everyday and i'm very exhausted from all the coming-back-home late and studying and CCA's. First four days of school was tiring, really. Angklung, school, Angklung, school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So C.I.P tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Madrasah on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everything's going on pretty well. From friends to studies, to everything else.&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tire out easily nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;School's taking up most of my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more time for shopping. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. I really give up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going for Boys Like Girls' Concert.&lt;br /&gt;Annoying. I really want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0di4daV9WI/AAAAAAAADdk/iK3pTNMI72Q/s200/IMG_0940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424412998298367330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0di35DWdtI/AAAAAAAADdU/bhlni8mnV-I/s200/lala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424412988538255058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0di4HS5WKI/AAAAAAAADdc/tC0qojYdnx0/s200/IMG_7059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424412992361552034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0di3IgeUbI/AAAAAAAADdE/MXfkZE5HMYc/s200/rush+zul+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424412975507067314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0dkGoh4LEI/AAAAAAAADd0/64soC8HDbNw/s200/DSC00015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424414341312556098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0di3ZFZ8TI/AAAAAAAADdM/jRIVqxNadNw/s200/PCD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424412979956937010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0dkHWhrsoI/AAAAAAAADeM/MFFuHj3WlYo/s200/lalala.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424414353659769474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0dkHLsCRGI/AAAAAAAADeE/OkvWTjhPdkk/s200/IMG_0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424414350750401634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0dkG-B0xwI/AAAAAAAADd8/s70Hgv_Uzuk/s200/IMG_0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424414347083695874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0dkGXl4PgI/AAAAAAAADds/br1EDmkIcSg/s200/splendour%281068%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424414336765935106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feel like putting up pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-7104651174530423378?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7104651174530423378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7104651174530423378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/01/08jan2010.html' title='08JAN2010'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0dLls3GPxI/AAAAAAAADc8/6zw_XUqvoAQ/s72-c/thlol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-7903788203186374183</id><published>2010-01-03T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:09:40.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>03JAN2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;According to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0BLVOr0TlI/AAAAAAAADc0/irABG250A-4/s200/photo-34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422416779445292626" border="0" /&gt;School's just tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna study just yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Orianthi's so kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's working at Seoul Garden's Kitchen. How funny. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;And, i wanna watch the fireworks( although i know it's rare here.)&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted that. I've always had. But it never happened. /:&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna watch the stars in the skies. That'd be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop playing Use Somebody on the guitar. Such a nice song. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want madrasah, too.&lt;br /&gt;I find it so... nothing now.&lt;br /&gt;All we do there is talk and make losta noise. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, i can't quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tryna learn Thunder by Boys Like Girl's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swift broke up with Lautner?&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Swift will write a song about him in her next CD then. We will see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-7903788203186374183?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7903788203186374183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7903788203186374183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/01/03jan2010.html' title='03JAN2010'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/S0BLVOr0TlI/AAAAAAAADc0/irABG250A-4/s72-c/photo-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6122748284763811047</id><published>2010-01-02T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:38:40.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>02JAN2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We ran in circles and wasted time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sz4hq9dheOI/AAAAAAAADcs/luaWu57DNQM/s200/ts06-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421808023337269474" border="0" /&gt;Kaki-Kaki with Family. Dinner @ KFC with Family.&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad day today. Off to Sakura @ Downtown tomorrow. I'm gonna make some one jealous :P&lt;br /&gt;BOOO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa. Someone showed me old pictures and I laughed my head off to that. So darn cute and funny! I swear.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready for school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-6122748284763811047?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6122748284763811047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6122748284763811047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2010/01/02jan2010.html' title='02JAN2010'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sz4hq9dheOI/AAAAAAAADcs/luaWu57DNQM/s72-c/ts06-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4605165427857644847</id><published>2009-12-31T20:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:00:27.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzycOEDC-cI/AAAAAAAADY0/hqqi5SVi-ew/s200/029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421379816865855938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010, 2010, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid, I'm pretty sad actually and I'm just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; ready... for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was quite a bad year for me. (excluding the few good things that happened)&lt;br /&gt;I was teased at because of my shoe size and my voice earlier in year.&lt;br /&gt;The first three months went well but later in the year, it got ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Fights and everything. Everyone drifted away from each other and I was the worried one because i was afraid of losing my friends. I tried working things out but nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that has happened was when my two friends walked me home. And they surprised me on my birthday by turning up on my doorstep. (I was sick during my birthday so i therefore could not attend school) And they really bought me what i wanted. A dress from, my-favourite-store-ever and a bracelet from there, too. Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it wasn't a really good year, i like it. Quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the good 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rasyiqah, Amalia, Zahrah, Atiqah, Nurin, Nadirah, Ain, Nadhirah, Syahirah, Selynna, Hidayah, Insyira, Daniel, Faris, Huzyer, Sharul, Ashraf, Anis Fazianah, Hedzir, Nadiah, Guo Siong, Vera, Rezza, Sariza,  Naurah, Sarah Afiqa, Akmal Dani, Fouzan, Zulhilmi, Rasyad, Akmal Syazwan, Aliah Syazana, Zahidah, Shafiq, Courtney, Louisse, Insyirah, My Family, Hazmi, Iqa, Fuad, Raudah, Marilyn, Matin and the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rasyiqah &amp;amp; Amalia :&lt;/span&gt; Thank you for being my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I know we have had many fights and arguments, but... that doesn't put an end to our friendship, right? You shower me with pretty gifts and all. I'm thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zahrah : &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for being you. You're the best and I can't believe we're still friends despite the fact that i am always so moody. Remember those videos that we made earlier in the year? It cracks me up whenever i watch it! Thank you for always listening to me. I love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atiqah, Nurin, Nadirah &amp;amp; Ain : &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for making Madrasah memorable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadhirah &amp;amp; Syahirah : &lt;/span&gt;We became friends because we watched the same shows. The Hills &amp;amp; The City and tell stories about it everytime. Be it during recess or Angklung or, anywhere. Nad &amp;amp; Sya, thank you for being there for me when no one did. Thanks for the hugs and comforting me, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selynna : &lt;/span&gt;My minah.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for cheering me up and making 2009 a year to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hidayah : &lt;/span&gt;He-Die-Uh, Hiddy, Nurul &amp;amp; Hids. So many names to call you by.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always cheering me up and making me laugh with your 'dumb' jokes. :P&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for believing in me and telling me like, all of your secrets. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insyira : &lt;/span&gt;You were there for me when no one was.&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you for all the advice. It worked, somehow. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel : &lt;/span&gt;Mat. HAHA. You're always there for me. Thanks for listening to me whenever I'm telling you things about, oh-you-know and advising me through it all. You helped me with quite a lot of things and i have to thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zulhilmi &amp;amp; Rasyad : &lt;/span&gt;The best bitches. Thank you so much for everything. \m/ (kening naik naik) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iqa : &lt;/span&gt;You are the best and i love you. Can still remember how you used to freak when you saw Shirtless Jacob Black! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy new year when it's already 12am.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Szyuc67KXBI/AAAAAAAADZE/IzLApJOzG3c/s200/22543_252844167362_769212362_4414108_4845580_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421399863324204050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzyucQCrN0I/AAAAAAAADY8/_nXsVCjiVgo/s200/22543_252844182362_769212362_4414109_545665_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421399851812992834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I confess that in 2009, I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stayed single for the whole year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made out in/on a car&lt;br /&gt;kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broke someone else’s heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had a stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; had a good relationship with someone(friendship)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;had a relationship with someone you’ll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;done something you’ve regretted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost faith in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER&lt;br /&gt;painted a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrote a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;shopped at Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; posted a blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listened to music you couldn’t stand&lt;br /&gt;went to a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;went camping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;threw a surprise party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; laughed till you cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed till you peed in your pants&lt;br /&gt;visited a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cut in a line of waiting people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told someone you were busy when you weren’t&lt;br /&gt;partied to celebrate the new year&lt;br /&gt;cooked a disastrous meal&lt;br /&gt;lost something/someone important to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; broke a promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lied&lt;br /&gt;went behind your parents back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cried over a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; disappointed someone close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hid a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pretended to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;kept your new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgot your new years resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; met someone who changed your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met one of your idols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; changed your outlook on life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sat home all day doing nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pretended to be sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the country&lt;br /&gt;almost died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;given up something important to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost something expensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; learned something new about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tried something you normally wouldn’t try and liked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a change in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;found out who your true friends were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; met great people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed up till sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cried over the silliest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; was never home on weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got into a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; had friends who were drifting away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had someone close to you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had a high cell phone bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; spent most of your money on food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;went to the beach with your bf/gf&lt;br /&gt;saw a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;gotten sick&lt;br /&gt;liked more than 5 people at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; became closer with a lot of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-4605165427857644847?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4605165427857644847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4605165427857644847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/31dec09_31.html' title='31DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzycOEDC-cI/AAAAAAAADY0/hqqi5SVi-ew/s72-c/029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-5491426543678420544</id><published>2009-12-31T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:23:54.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's too late to catch me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzuNe70KGlI/AAAAAAAADYs/HUDtjDVEBsI/s320/ts11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421082139062573650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton On Sale @ Tampines Mall. Almost everything at $10!!&lt;br /&gt;Bought a high-waist skirt and jeans-looking-leggings.&lt;br /&gt;For only twenty.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry now -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-5491426543678420544?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5491426543678420544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5491426543678420544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/31dec09.html' title='31DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzuNe70KGlI/AAAAAAAADYs/HUDtjDVEBsI/s72-c/ts11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-5181673699117840401</id><published>2009-12-30T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:52:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Never believe it's not so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Szo60d3xWyI/AAAAAAAADYc/Ul4guFtK7BY/s200/selena_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420709774539971362" border="0" /&gt;"Maybe, that's all life is, you know? Just climbing up, coming down and starting all over again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You said the whole world was against you and it all had to end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know where to turn, I've been stuck in this routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to change my ways, Instead of always bein' weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- It's amazing what you can hide just by puttin' on a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of... inferiority and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you're mad, all you feel like doing is swearing and kicking or punching on to something that will definitely hurt you in the end because you think that is THE way how you would want to release your anger but that is wrong because you will hurt yourself even more, that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why should all of us do that but... when you're mad at something, you can never thinking of anything else but the very ONE thing that you're mad about. You can't take it anymore that you just had to let it all go. No matter in what way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm on the rage about something, all that i will do is cry. I'll cry till i feel better. Or writing it all down for me, sometimes... works too. It depends on how you want to look at things, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes i wonder, what made things go the way it is now?&lt;br /&gt;Should i just let it go? Well, i have tried but nothing new happened, nothing at all happened. It will always stay the way it is. From the past to the present and i predict, the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to make things seem less about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just seething with anger that i had to let it all out and cry.&lt;br /&gt;It does make me feel better but it will all come back to me when i see it again.&lt;br /&gt;Of course it will.&lt;br /&gt;It never not did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting in or not is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;It's just. Ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised if anything... nice happen someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you don't get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzpBSrAti-I/AAAAAAAADYk/0IKtDkd778w/s320/blg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420716890532973538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boys Like Girls Asia Tour 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;28 Jan 2010&lt;br /&gt;Thu, 8pm&lt;br /&gt;Compass Ballroom, Resorts World Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;Standard - S$98, S$78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i totally wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;But, can i?&lt;br /&gt;I bet not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/34931448-5181673699117840401?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5181673699117840401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5181673699117840401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/30dec09.html' title='30DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Szo60d3xWyI/AAAAAAAADYc/Ul4guFtK7BY/s72-c/selena_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-5608818769540989502</id><published>2009-12-26T23:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:53:51.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzY3jn4qAJI/AAAAAAAADYM/IYWGOtZCRYo/s200/iconselqomez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419580286728536210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And the clouds were ripping my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stayed home and read.&lt;br /&gt;A Novel Idea by Aimee Friedman and Reluctantly Alice by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor.&lt;br /&gt;A Novel Idea's THE best. The cutest love story ever I've ever read... took me two days to finish the whole book. It's just very realistic and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, phoned Amalia and talked about the past. Sec ones, twos and threes and how we will all work our ass off for our N's next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how i broke a heart, badly in sec two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i remembered how hurt i was by someone that i couldn't take it anymore and i cried so hard in class and my maths teacher asked, "Qazimah, anything wrong.. You okay? Need to go to the washroom?" I said no and continued crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my 14th Birthday i thought, would be a memorable one but it turned out bad.&lt;br /&gt;I cried early in the morning and Rasyiqah had to hug me. Asked me what was wrong and I said "Someone broke my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got caught for having my fringe covering my eyes and so i clipped it up but when the teacher went away, i threw the clip away and took my fringe back out. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a huge catfight in sec three.&lt;br /&gt;None of us could get along with each other.&lt;br /&gt;But no screamings, no nothing. We just drifted apart and shut up, talked less to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those were... bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm sure next year would be a better year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hm, I'm now bored so i did this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;bold&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ones are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m loud.&lt;br /&gt;I’m obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;I’m cocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I cry easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have a bad temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I don’t like people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m easy to get along with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I have more enemies than friends.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve smoked.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve smoked weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I drink coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clean my room daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m shorter than 5’5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I wear makeup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I wear a piece of jewelery at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I wear glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had braces.&lt;br /&gt;I have braces.&lt;br /&gt;I change my hair color often.&lt;br /&gt;I straighten my hair often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;My ears are pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have small feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m crushin’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve missed an ex before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m always scared of being hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ex has physically abused me at least once.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve been in love more than two times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;I believe lust is more important than love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have a best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have at least ten friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend&lt;br /&gt;I’ve beaten up a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I can trust at least five people with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve been on a plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve been on a train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve left the state/province.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone close to me has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve taken a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve taken a city bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve taken a school bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made a speech.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in some sort of club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve won an award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a physical fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I listen to country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I listen to pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to techno.&lt;br /&gt;I listen to rock.&lt;br /&gt;I listen to screamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I'm sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I download music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I buy CD’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I spend at least six hours a day watching television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas daily.&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve seen and like The OC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve seen and like America’s Next Top Model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like Popular.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like House.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like 24.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like CSI.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like Everwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I get along with both of my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;My biological parents are still together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have at least one brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one sister.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one step brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one half brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ran away from my home.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made my parents cry.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lied to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;I’ve cut my hair in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve dyed my hair in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blonde.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had black.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had red.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been light brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been medium brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had streaks.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had purple/pink.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blue/green. [soon? haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve gotten my hair thinned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  I've used conditioner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve used silk therapy.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve used hot oil treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve curled my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve straightened my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ironed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve braided my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had/want dreadlocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;I’ve thrown something at a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve yelled at a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been suspended.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had an in-school suspension.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sent to the principal’s office.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve walked out of class.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve skipped an entire day of school.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve failed a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Art.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve failed Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve failed another class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher has called my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been caught skipping.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on the honor roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ve been on effort honor roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AEwgxPoDRsE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AEwgxPoDRsE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good/sad video by Selena Gomez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNcnGSEHCxc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNcnGSEHCxc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this vid makes me feel so ready for school, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-5608818769540989502?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5608818769540989502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5608818769540989502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/27dec09.html' title='27DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzY3jn4qAJI/AAAAAAAADYM/IYWGOtZCRYo/s72-c/iconselqomez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8402306168971230637</id><published>2009-12-25T02:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T02:24:21.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We were young &amp;amp; times were easy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzOxUCjxQYI/AAAAAAAADVM/Wct3_WcrmTA/s200/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418869734499238274" border="0" /&gt;Merry X'mas to all who are celebrating it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Vivo with Iqa &amp;amp; Hazmi on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd, Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus there and the bus ride was really, really slowwwwww -.- Hazmi took the backseat whereas Iqa and I sat two rows infront of him. We chatted non-stop about a whole lot of things and when i turned around to see what Hazmi was doing, i realized that his head was down down and i thought something happened to him so i texted him, "What the hell are you doing? Lol." And he then replied like, a few minutes later, "You woke me up from my sleep."&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so he fell asleep. And nothing happened to him. Me and my imaginations, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzThRMnUZmI/AAAAAAAADXk/K-4nJAo0mZE/s200/IMG_5082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419203937193715298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzThQ2mWHJI/AAAAAAAADXc/p3FoShhCfO8/s200/IMG_5028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419203931284053138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzThQUuDs9I/AAAAAAAADXU/JBkpKhF1Lrc/s200/IMG_5045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419203922189595602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reached and we had lunch. Iqa and I had something not so glam :P&lt;br /&gt;Hazmi had baked rice. So unfair. I didn't know there was baked rice. I have been craving for baked rice for very very long and he got to eat them... I had a spoonful of his and it was goooooood! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzThQKcCZyI/AAAAAAAADXM/xWsehq4Xpbc/s200/IMG_5074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419203919429658402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTgKEUJknI/AAAAAAAADXE/qGQj3BVJrIA/s200/IMG_5023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419202715195118194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTh2rE4IkI/AAAAAAAADX8/8JYN_v8abQs/s200/IMG_5049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419204581025915458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rushed to Forever 21, Top Shop, Topman, Pull &amp;amp; Bear... I don't know why I had to rush but, i love those stores. And am loving forever 21 so, i rushed there to see all the pretty clothes. But too bad most of the clothes that i see online are not in the store. /:&lt;br /&gt;So i left, dissapointed. :(&lt;br /&gt;Hah, but i love the big bags and teeshirts. All so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Shop has the cutest shoes and accescories.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a brown high-cut/boot-looking shoe and it's really nice. But i know that since i am a size four, i won't fit even if i bought those shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. But the accesories are very colourful and attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTgJ7nrydI/AAAAAAAADW8/oKiq8tzgBPE/s200/IMG_5112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419202712861133266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTgJYctfSI/AAAAAAAADW0/OxZRhjaOmvA/s200/IMG_5010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419202703419866402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Diva since Iqa wanted to get a necklace from there. I wanted to, too. But, i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Got Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Chocolate Theraphy instead.&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to have something cold since it was a hot day that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTgJH0f8UI/AAAAAAAADWs/KvVe_1qn6rQ/s200/IMG_5088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419202698956239170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzThRdG8lDI/AAAAAAAADXs/Ipra42Bwmg8/s200/IMG_5106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419203941621339186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTfQhmhg3I/AAAAAAAADWc/Mxx5gIpHgQg/s200/IMG_5109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419201726624400242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTgIj9pK4I/AAAAAAAADWk/ghmdez8CUrA/s200/IMG_5108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419202689330916226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTfP95panI/AAAAAAAADWM/11zLFqpYqDI/s200/IMG_5110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419201717040933490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTfQNh4C9I/AAAAAAAADWU/sz4cUQ_WtKs/s200/IMG_5018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419201721236196306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTfPp0l6SI/AAAAAAAADWE/7SK26-AU09w/s200/IMG_5012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419201711651023138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTfO7ATFyI/AAAAAAAADV8/zw7ARlQth7A/s200/IMG_5013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419201699083654946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTeuMKsVnI/AAAAAAAADV0/v3XmOMSUM8Y/s200/IMG_5009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419201136754972274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTetlJDTKI/AAAAAAAADVs/8lRDgjkahvs/s200/IMG_5092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419201126279105698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTes8dAc3I/AAAAAAAADVc/j3TU0IThDXI/s200/IMG_5118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419201115356951410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTetHtH23I/AAAAAAAADVk/SM9BUKtW1h0/s200/IMG_5112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419201118377335666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzTh2Q0Wc2I/AAAAAAAADX0/Iz6Yl3dvdJU/s200/IMG_5093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419204573977277282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Walked around.&lt;br /&gt;Then met mum and aunt @ the rooftop after that.&lt;br /&gt;They came down to shop too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And met Zul for a while. LOL. He was there at Vivo too. Met his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Snapped a picture with him and after that with Izwah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had late lunch, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazmi left then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harbourfont. Mum, aunt, Zahidah, Iqa and I.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped. Bought a huge bag. Which is very oh-my-gosh WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Breeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iqa slept over.&lt;br /&gt;Gossiped. Watched Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8.&lt;br /&gt;Slept early because we were both very very exhausted from the whole day of walking.&lt;br /&gt;1 AM.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly after Jon &amp;amp; Kate ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how i spent my Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 December, Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Impromtu family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 December, Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt stayed over from morning till noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fun filled three-days much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-8402306168971230637?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8402306168971230637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8402306168971230637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/25dec09.html' title='25DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SzOxUCjxQYI/AAAAAAAADVM/Wct3_WcrmTA/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8506231748740961874</id><published>2009-12-22T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:32:22.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy-vgiQgT2I/AAAAAAAADU8/aQVt1xybG9Y/s200/tswifticon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417741850236702562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna find someone, someday&lt;br /&gt;who might actually treat me well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Taylor Swift's white horse&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/34931448-8506231748740961874?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8506231748740961874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8506231748740961874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/22dec09.html' title='22DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy-vgiQgT2I/AAAAAAAADU8/aQVt1xybG9Y/s72-c/tswifticon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4279859862582806532</id><published>2009-12-21T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:45:50.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When the walls s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tart crumbling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5LWK1tkRI/AAAAAAAADTs/8IQID5m0QcY/s200/selena11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417350246012129554" border="0" /&gt;Breakfast - Lunch - Bedok South - Early Dinner @ Simpang Bedok - Downtown East.&lt;br /&gt;That was what i did today.&lt;br /&gt;Off to Downtown after early dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Bought two dresses for twenty. How worth it (:&lt;br /&gt;But nothing beats my favourite place in the whole wide world, thank you. I obviously am still into Cotton Onz.&lt;br /&gt;And i need new flats. Like, black, pink and zip-bra-preenz, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Have to get em'. Oh, gonna get a tee for only ten, there too... I hope. Or if i don't, someone get it for me pleaasssee. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I hate it that I'm loving forever 21 and Jimmy Choo shoes... Thanks to mum la, aiyo! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5iKAM3fUI/AAAAAAAADUU/OXKHj0X2Pz0/s1600-h/70856098-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5iKAM3fUI/AAAAAAAADUU/OXKHj0X2Pz0/s200/70856098-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417375325765467458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5cre0dObI/AAAAAAAADT0/JCyj2XLA9sk/s1600-h/demi+lovato+teeshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5cre0dObI/AAAAAAAADT0/JCyj2XLA9sk/s200/demi+lovato+teeshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417369303850498482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5iKtpYz2I/AAAAAAAADUk/jsRidyb9Sf0/s1600-h/70654858-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5iKtpYz2I/AAAAAAAADUk/jsRidyb9Sf0/s200/70654858-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417375337964687202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5iKYprJBI/AAAAAAAADUc/b40j4btTyCg/s1600-h/70811980-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5iKYprJBI/AAAAAAAADUc/b40j4btTyCg/s200/70811980-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417375332328743954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5criJq0QI/AAAAAAAADT8/zoEOuqOHOQE/s1600-h/69126208-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5criJq0QI/AAAAAAAADT8/zoEOuqOHOQE/s200/69126208-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417369304744775938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5iLPMUVkI/AAAAAAAADU0/b0ofnL8TPzc/s1600-h/68670322-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5iLPMUVkI/AAAAAAAADU0/b0ofnL8TPzc/s200/68670322-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417375346969564738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5iK4e1atI/AAAAAAAADUs/LPa7NudEaTE/s1600-h/57870313-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5iK4e1atI/AAAAAAAADUs/LPa7NudEaTE/s200/57870313-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417375340873214674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am ovizziali (officially -.-, how lame can i get) obsessed with fashion and clothing. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY, INSYIRA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-4279859862582806532?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4279859862582806532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4279859862582806532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/21dec09.html' title='21DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sy5LWK1tkRI/AAAAAAAADTs/8IQID5m0QcY/s72-c/selena11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8256125174841989295</id><published>2009-12-19T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:04:08.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Syz6GSzq07I/AAAAAAAADTk/5wc7UXj8MeA/s1600-h/gre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Syz6GSzq07I/AAAAAAAADTk/5wc7UXj8MeA/s200/gre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416979437854577586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now them butterlies in my stomach won't stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hazmi and I planned again for the outing to Vivo on the 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Q: Eh, i feel like eating burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;H: huh, buka... why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Q: burger la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;H: ah? what buka? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Q: i said burger la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;H: Oh. I heard buka. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: HAHAH. Pekak betul ah, si dini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;H: Tak dengar kan. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekak you know, this guy.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted Iqa to join the conversation but she couldn't. Ugh. You could've, Iqa. But never mind since you're tired. We'll do so tomorrow (;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why should we plan so much for only a day's outing -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day @ home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at twelve in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i did at home today - :&lt;br /&gt;- Watched Bolt on Disney.&lt;br /&gt;- Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8.&lt;br /&gt;- MTV Asia Awards 2008.&lt;br /&gt;- Some Malay Drama.&lt;br /&gt;- Slept.&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up from sleep.&lt;br /&gt;- Watched TV again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally should hit the library and borrow some books for reading already.&lt;br /&gt;I hate lazing around at home... Should find something productive to do.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm alone at home and because I tend to have unnecessary thoughts circling around my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not helping. I'm in this... alone.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is just one of my bad days, i think.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressing &lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;because of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Unnecessary thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so inferior.&lt;br /&gt;Excluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l_tx07e8dUQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l_tx07e8dUQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="25" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a song&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful melody...&lt;br /&gt;When the night's so long,&lt;br /&gt;Cause there is no guarantee,&lt;br /&gt;That this life is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-8256125174841989295?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8256125174841989295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8256125174841989295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/20dec09.html' title='20DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Syz6GSzq07I/AAAAAAAADTk/5wc7UXj8MeA/s72-c/gre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-70317467360728101</id><published>2009-12-18T23:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:01:40.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like there's no sunrise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Syutwps0oiI/AAAAAAAADTc/gDW1b_K_dew/s200/1s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416614028182331938" border="0" /&gt;Spent the day today @ home.&lt;br /&gt;GAH. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Q : Ah, okay. I'll call you back later kay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H: Ya, okay okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Q: Uh, okay then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H : Ah? Okay what...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Q: Okay... bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation i had with my cousin just a few minutes ago. Planning about the outing that Iqa, himself and I were going to have on the 21st or 24th.  Ha, LOL much. You were like, blur la. Funny. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I should've known this wasn't real and fought it off and fought to feel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You've disappeared, the wound in my heart has healed.&lt;br /&gt;The cuts are no longer left open.&lt;br /&gt;So, it is true when people say that, "Time is all you need."&lt;br /&gt;I believe in that... now.&lt;br /&gt;It really was time that i needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing.&lt;br /&gt;that something better will come by and change my life.&lt;br /&gt;Something true and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Very impossible, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with time,  i've got my friends back.&lt;br /&gt;With time, I'm able to get over all the hurt that you've caused me.&lt;br /&gt;With time, I managed to work things out with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is everything and with all the hurt that you've caused me then, I'm glad to say that I'm over it, over you and everything's back to it's normal state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I601sHQ4VAM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I601sHQ4VAM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="25" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so confused, constantly wishing for what I've been missing in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I learn to be strong when the walls are crumbling all around my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is the first time that I know who I am cause now my feet are on solid ground,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;before I didn't know up from down and it won't be long 'till I find were I'm going now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;I must confess I was a mess, I tried not to show it, didn't want them to know it, cause everyone has their own cross to bear and mine is still waiting for everything to fall back into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I learned to be strong when the rain is falling all around my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't look back, learn from the past...&lt;br /&gt;Living for now is what keeps me going, don't look back but hold the memories&lt;br /&gt;I can do this, I must do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is my world, a much better view...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I feel myself growing without even knowing what lies ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But who really knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'll just embrace it... With love, I can face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY DANIEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-70317467360728101?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/70317467360728101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/70317467360728101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/19dec09.html' title='19DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Syutwps0oiI/AAAAAAAADTc/gDW1b_K_dew/s72-c/1s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-1166410671568063527</id><published>2009-12-17T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:54:44.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyudMQnjcOI/AAAAAAAADR0/NTtD3qgcDbY/s200/d2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416595810788012258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYAHIRAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   i love you so much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed your Fifteenth birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Off to Marina Barrage to celebrate Syahirah's Fifteenth Birthday by having a picnic. Met Nadhirah first and then Amalia and Rusydi.&lt;br /&gt;Went to NTUC to get crackers and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Took the train there and met Sya and Ansari. Walked and walked till we reached the bustop and caught the bus to the Barrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyuelpnRMeI/AAAAAAAADTE/KJfCYyyzYMQ/s200/15741_203490603794_551628794_3003740_8354129_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416597346506060258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Syuel8FsvaI/AAAAAAAADTM/_zCBk0sihQE/s200/15741_203491303794_551628794_3003804_7234816_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416597351465532834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The cake first then crackers and drink and pictures!&lt;br /&gt;We took a whole lot of pictures, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyueQgeQhMI/AAAAAAAADS0/UzZ1DK7iNlY/s200/15741_203491128794_551628794_3003788_7071320_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416596983275095234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyueQz-ctcI/AAAAAAAADS8/TYWlXm4gePY/s200/15741_203491123794_551628794_3003787_3995184_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416596988510385602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyueQbpMMII/AAAAAAAADSs/mjxZBcvBBUU/s200/15741_203491498794_551628794_3003820_2877236_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416596981978771586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyueQE8-CvI/AAAAAAAADSk/-yGNoFkwaUo/s200/birthday+39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416596975887715058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nadhirah and I thought of funny names for each one of us.&lt;br /&gt;It was really cute. Both of us laughed our heads off, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. I had a very fun time and i enjoyed it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday again, Syahirah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;style="font-style:&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the rest of the pictures are on facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style="font-style:&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/34931448-1166410671568063527?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1166410671568063527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1166410671568063527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/17dec09.html' title='17DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyudMQnjcOI/AAAAAAAADR0/NTtD3qgcDbY/s72-c/d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-1867953632784726404</id><published>2009-12-15T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:52:12.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sye4LcNmjrI/AAAAAAAADRk/eq0MMQnyMuw/s200/selena6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415499583627628210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's intuitive, you don't have to try... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today spelled FUN. FUN. FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi-ed all the way to City Square Mall with Mum &amp;amp; Brother. Met Iqa, her mum and brothers there and had lunch... Fried Rice Kimchi &lt;3 really, really good.&lt;br /&gt;Window shopped then and I found myself in love with Fedora Hats! :D They're so pretty. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking a few rounds and me, having to beg my mum for the cotton on cropped tee, all of us were off to Parkway Parade and i obviously rushed to my favourite store in the whole wide world and grabbed what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy now already, wheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Family tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah's Birthday on the seventeenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADIAH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bestfriend: ehh , mlm aku call kau, rindu suara rock luu ah babe, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-1867953632784726404?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1867953632784726404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1867953632784726404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/16dec09.html' title='16DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sye4LcNmjrI/AAAAAAAADRk/eq0MMQnyMuw/s72-c/selena6.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-3766637056164263774</id><published>2009-12-14T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:22:02.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chasing these feelings around in my head&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyUdu9AYS9I/AAAAAAAADRc/yeV3DtRoWCY/s200/dddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414766819470232530" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I must confess, I was a mess... I tried not to show it, didn't want them to know it cause everyone has their own cross to bear and mine is still waiting for everything to fall back into place. But I learned to be strong when the rain is falling all around my heart&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;  - Alyson Stoner's Lost &amp;amp; Found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mess all cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;All cleared.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so free now. No more suffocation.&lt;br /&gt;I am just so relieved to know that everything's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton On with Nurin today.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get enough of that store. It's just so... Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;So worth it.&lt;br /&gt;She bought what she wore, (below) A cropped tee that i so badly wanted and a black tank top.&lt;br /&gt;Jealous :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see your name, my heart skips a beat.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I talk to you,  my palms get cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good sign?&lt;br /&gt;Not a good sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyUdboFgbnI/AAAAAAAADRU/dgDiL6hmVaw/s200/rinqaz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414766487437078130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyUdbWFB-4I/AAAAAAAADRM/AXa1BIIGjo0/s200/CottonOn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414766482603244418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-3766637056164263774?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3766637056164263774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3766637056164263774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/14dec09.html' title='14DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyUdu9AYS9I/AAAAAAAADRc/yeV3DtRoWCY/s72-c/dddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4214404725532651255</id><published>2009-12-12T00:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:20:47.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Two is better than one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyJ85EVky2I/AAAAAAAADQU/7H05MERjIAA/s320/taytaypopbubblesx.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414027021911378786" border="0" /&gt;BBQ today at Selynna's.&lt;br /&gt;Was fun. And i'm completely worn out.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper with family then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's like, 1:18AM in the morning now and i don't know why am i so happy.&lt;br /&gt;how very sudden. I'm tired and happy. So i think if i'm tired, i'll be like, happy.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this utterly crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyJ-NQO9RHI/AAAAAAAADRE/opGcMc0YS8g/s1600-h/Photo0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyJ-NQO9RHI/AAAAAAAADRE/opGcMc0YS8g/s200/Photo0275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414028468213859442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyJ-M8KWdYI/AAAAAAAADQ8/xsQyHZG99O8/s1600-h/Photo0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyJ-M8KWdYI/AAAAAAAADQ8/xsQyHZG99O8/s200/Photo0280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414028462825829762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-4214404725532651255?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4214404725532651255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4214404725532651255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/12dec09.html' title='12DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyJ85EVky2I/AAAAAAAADQU/7H05MERjIAA/s72-c/taytaypopbubblesx.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-2344342825505171380</id><published>2009-12-10T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:50:00.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't be afraid to fall... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyEYWp_UHQI/AAAAAAAADPM/rZIFtZFDXGE/s400/demiii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413635004583648514" border="0" /&gt;It's already past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should sleep but I don't feel like sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Shopping, really.&lt;br /&gt;I've already bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stationery's&lt;/span&gt; for school next year.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's now time to get  - :&lt;br /&gt;- bagpack&lt;br /&gt;                           - new specs&lt;br /&gt;                           - books&lt;br /&gt;                           - and a pencil case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna get all these when I'm off to Cotton On again.&lt;br /&gt;Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyEkGtDaQFI/AAAAAAAADP0/7sIag8_0H6g/s320/barrell.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413647924667760722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyEkGYhc1jI/AAAAAAAADPs/v84idNkxiVw/s320/hugs.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413647919156614706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyEkFyGNdMI/AAAAAAAADPk/mcoHE3kEMs8/s320/cardigeen%27.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413647908841813186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyEkFkHHK4I/AAAAAAAADPc/0dbPBlc0Vgg/s320/oversized.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413647905087499138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyEkFdb2duI/AAAAAAAADPU/KBKn4V1V-UA/s320/tee.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413647903295436514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all so cute, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt many disagree but, who cares. I think it's super cute and I totally have to try and get them all. Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you love me, buy any one of these above!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Selynna's Bbq tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah's Birthday on the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah's Birthday on the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel's Birthday on the 19th,&lt;br /&gt;Insyira's Birthday on the 21st,&lt;br /&gt;Adli's Birthday on the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i should get some sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight/morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-2344342825505171380?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2344342825505171380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2344342825505171380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/10dec09.html' title='10DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SyEYWp_UHQI/AAAAAAAADPM/rZIFtZFDXGE/s72-c/demiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-5839428058710646189</id><published>2009-12-06T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:05:52.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>06DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxvNFRbgB4I/AAAAAAAADO0/1ar2Hvxxx7g/s400/DL0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412144867677570946" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;        Someone like you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;KOL (Y)&lt;br /&gt;I'm thoroughly addicted to Kings Of Leon's Use Somebody after Selynna made a cover of it. Ugh, what a very meaningful song.&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to it over and over and over again now on my playlist (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, spent the afternoon with Family at Plaza Singapura. Dad's birthday today, wooo. Watched the CareBears live from level 3. I used to like CareBears. Love the one with the heartshape on the tummy, i think. Or was it a rainbow on the tummy? Oh. whichever.&lt;br /&gt;Mum bought two dresses. Brother got a new phone. A Nokia E72. Way more functions. I still lurve my E63 though. Should be thankful, right! :D&lt;br /&gt;Had Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's after and then dinner with Cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wanna wanna watch New Moon again!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone in? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want frosted cupcakes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love DECEMBERRRRR. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss morning texts.&lt;br /&gt;i miss  receiving morning calls.&lt;br /&gt;i miss that one voice.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;and it could be anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-5839428058710646189?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5839428058710646189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5839428058710646189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/06dec09.html' title='06DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxvNFRbgB4I/AAAAAAAADO0/1ar2Hvxxx7g/s72-c/DL0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6647145111066217666</id><published>2009-12-05T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:29:31.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxlG3884FKI/AAAAAAAADOs/yaG7q9HK8f0/s400/dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411434354330571938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gaga, Oolala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Huzyer Francesc&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nur Qazimah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is officially PETERMAHHH RAMA ROMA GAGAA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huzyer Francesc &lt;/span&gt;i noe why u like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nur Qazimah&lt;/span&gt; Because of PETERMAH CHAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huzyer Francesc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAH! u shd see him w/o specs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nur Qazimah&lt;/span&gt; Is he hot? Without it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Huzyer Francesc &lt;/span&gt;jhahahaha he looks like a retard .. but wear specs okay uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nur Qazimah&lt;/span&gt; hahaha, okay. Hawwwttt. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Huzyer Francesc &lt;/span&gt;AHAHAHR dont want jaczimah ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Nur Qazimah&lt;/span&gt; That'll be like, JAAAKK-ZI-MAH. sounds melayu, yknow! Cannot. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Huzyer Francesc&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha melayu then cannot funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Nur Qazimah&lt;/span&gt; Ya, that's why la, Seleyer! Oo, sounds like Slayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Huzyer Francesc&lt;/span&gt; yaaaa! huzyer gomez is better cheyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Nur Qazimah&lt;/span&gt; alamakakakaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The most coolest-ly kental-ish conversation with Huzyer on facebook, ever ever ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;yer&lt;/span&gt; is crazy, dengdengkental. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;PETER CHAO, \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing today but sleeeeeep. Rainy rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-6647145111066217666?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6647145111066217666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6647145111066217666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/05dec09.html' title='05DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxlG3884FKI/AAAAAAAADOs/yaG7q9HK8f0/s72-c/dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6568863517184189548</id><published>2009-12-03T23:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:45:23.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>03DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But this time, I'm not okay. I need to breathe again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxfcrKjHHCI/AAAAAAAADNs/JzXgzwRz_uM/s200/itl40.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411036111433047074" border="0" /&gt;New Moon with Iqa today at 11.15AM. Rate it 3.5/5.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't THAT good. The only awesome part was only when Jaccob entered the scene shirtless. ^^, jaw dropping! I dislike the ending so much. What, "Bella, will you marry me?" and, end of scene? omg? Ugh. Suspense. I don't like suspense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch, window shopped a little.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a short day. Wish the outing would've been longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sxffgh7A_WI/AAAAAAAADN8/yIH828TZpV8/s200/splendour%28948%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411039227263647074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had the longest conversation online everrrrrr with Afiqqqqqq!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. He's so awesome. Suddenly talk to me online, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Cheered me up, made me laugh like mad, thanks dude :D&lt;br /&gt;OoLaLa! Remember?&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pissed though. But afiq cheered me up so thanks! Hah.&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/34931448-6568863517184189548?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6568863517184189548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6568863517184189548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/03dec09.html' title='03DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxfcrKjHHCI/AAAAAAAADNs/JzXgzwRz_uM/s72-c/itl40.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-3627649095672015161</id><published>2009-12-02T23:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:20:46.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>02DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Countless lovers undercover of the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxaHlhOX3UI/AAAAAAAADNk/YF3ZqNMLMxU/s200/avtay92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410661080975793474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a good start and a bad end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was always there for you but, you were never there for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I realized how much of an impact you've made in my life. Thanks a bunch for that... I'm gonna try delete every single memory that has been stuck inside my head for quite some time now.. Sure, I'll miss you. But i think i have to get over it no matter how hard it gets... Because if i keep having this feeling inside of me, i know for sure, that i can never get over everything. Time is all i need. I bet that it'll be a very long time. I thought i already erased you off my heart, my head, I thought i did. But, whenever I see your name, my heart skips a beat. Why do i have this feeling back again? I guess i just miss you... I missed everything. I'll learn how not to regret. I'll forget it all and pretend that it never happened........ i hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="230" width="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QP__nDe_35U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QP__nDe_35U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;object height="230" width="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cc4iLg08byM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cc4iLg08byM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH, MAYBE IT'S JUST ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-3627649095672015161?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3627649095672015161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/3627649095672015161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/02dec09.html' title='02DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxaHlhOX3UI/AAAAAAAADNk/YF3ZqNMLMxU/s72-c/avtay92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-1046642421393492099</id><published>2009-12-01T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:10:34.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01DEC09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tell me something sweet to get me by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxUx2Hj3F0I/AAAAAAAADNE/rxN4NjYNpjM/s200/deemiidevonnelovatoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410285333167675202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy first December to all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already DECEMBER?! And then, January 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, am gonna be taking my N's next year. How awful can that be? I sure am gonna work my butt off for it. I have to. I have to. I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato Remember December totally fits the month. Not only because the word December is in it but, everything does. The lyrics. So meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall stop harping about the month now already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss frolickzzzz yogurt!&lt;br /&gt;I miss Selynna, Insyirah, Syahirah, Nadhirah, Rasyiqah, Amalia, Hidayah, Zulhilmi, Yasmin, Murni, Insyira, Atiqah, Nurin, Ain, Nadirah and Zahrah already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, Remember December."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-1046642421393492099?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1046642421393492099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/1046642421393492099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/12/01dec09_01.html' title='01DEC09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxUx2Hj3F0I/AAAAAAAADNE/rxN4NjYNpjM/s72-c/deemiidevonnelovatoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-4502720880980724663</id><published>2009-11-30T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:32:57.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30NOV09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was You and Me, against the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxKbp4l8npI/AAAAAAAADMs/K8X5ThwvJRc/s200/demiandsel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409557246293876370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I've been losing my mind, I've been living a lie, I've been running away for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I try to put on a face and cover my heart but, I'm needing it now so bad&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lesley Roy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unbeautiful&lt;/span&gt;, Thinking Out Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tamar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaperlian's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;New Day, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Britney Spears'&lt;/span&gt; Out From Under, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey Monday's &lt;/span&gt; Candles,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Demi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lovato's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Until You're Mine, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Girlicious&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;Already Gone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Clarkson's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You Found Me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secondhand Serenade's &lt;/span&gt;Maybe &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mandy Moore's&lt;/span&gt; cry brings a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;signifcance&lt;/span&gt; to my life.&lt;br /&gt;All these songs mean something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the songs remind me of the things I've gone through and how I overcame it or how my friends used to be by my side when I need them. Or when my friends were&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gone&lt;/span&gt;, some other friends came along and picked me up from where I fell. They were there for me. They listened to me. They helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through a lot of things this year. Friendship Problems were one of the biggest problems I had to face. It was really hard going through that one problem but I overcame it.&lt;br /&gt;I talked things out and hopefully things will get better by the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through changes. Everyone goes through that, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Drastic changes. It was so sudden. It came and went too fast that I was lost and did not know what to do. I tried changing things for the better but no one wanted that. Or maybe, they were trying to change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; too but I did not realize how they change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; for the better. I know people and things have to change. But i realize that I can never adapt to changes. It's hard to adjust yourself to the changes you see around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From five people, became four, then three and then two. And then just... Me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was rough. I thought all the problems might die down but it didn't. It was hard but i tried.&lt;br /&gt;I could relate to all the songs I listened to.&lt;br /&gt;It just was... what i needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4loBTNvxXiY&amp;amp;feature=fvw/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Unbeautiful&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;Don't hang up, can we talk? So confused... It's like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What went wrong? What made you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't pretend you don't know. This is me, I'm unchangeable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When did we fall apart? Or did you lie from the start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you said its only you, I was blind, such a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thinking we were unbreakable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've been told whats done is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To let it go and carry on. And deep inside I know that's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm stuck in time. I'm stuck on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because we're much better, all together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinking Out Loud:&lt;/span&gt; I've been losing my mind, I've been living a lie, I've been running away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;for so long. I try to put on a face and cover my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I'm needing it now so bad&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;No, no I cant explain what's happened to me,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; upside down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Everything's&lt;/span&gt; spinning around and it's freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I feel...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm mad or maybe I'm proud,&lt;br /&gt;Can't find the truth, can't speak my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Day: &lt;/span&gt;Before the light I found the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Before tonight I fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;Frozen up I´&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; realized that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;something's&lt;/span&gt; gotta change,&lt;br /&gt;It took a crash to understand,&lt;br /&gt;Time kept slipping through my hands, I never used to know&lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;But I´m not up for giving up, lying down and out of luck.&lt;br /&gt;My mistakes are in the open and know I´m finally coming clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out From Under: &lt;/span&gt;It was long ago and far away but it never disappears,&lt;br /&gt;I try to put it in the past&lt;br /&gt;hold on to myself and don't look back.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna dream about all the things that never were.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can live without when I'm out from under.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feel the pain what good would it do me now?&lt;br /&gt;I'll get it all figured out when I'm out from under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candles:&lt;/b&gt; Blow the candles out, looks like a solo tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to see the light, blow the candles out,&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a solo tonight but I think I'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Until You're Mine: &lt;/b&gt;Alone inside I can only hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;ringing through the noise I can't fight my mind,&lt;br /&gt;keeps on coming back to you, always back to you.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting something out of reach, it's killing me and you're all I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Already Gone: &lt;/b&gt;I'm not gonna look the other way,I can't let myself waste another day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you, I don't blame you, I just got to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you, I don't blame you,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm done with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Found Me:&lt;/b&gt; You found me when no one else was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How did you know just where I would be?&lt;br /&gt;You broke through all of my confusions,&lt;br /&gt;The ups and the downs and you still didn't leave.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that you saw what nobody could see you found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe:&lt;/b&gt; And I was wasting all of my life just thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;So just come back we'll make it better&lt;br /&gt;So Just come back I'll make it&lt;br /&gt;Better than it ever was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cry:&lt;/b&gt; I will always remember, it was late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;It lasted forever, but ended so soon.&lt;br /&gt;You were all by yourself, staring up at a dark gray sky,&lt;br /&gt;I was changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa,  a very long post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-4502720880980724663?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4502720880980724663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/4502720880980724663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/11/30nov09.html' title='30NOV09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxKbp4l8npI/AAAAAAAADMs/K8X5ThwvJRc/s72-c/demiandsel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6729340619874192406</id><published>2009-11-28T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:58:50.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28NOV09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't take another slow goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxEeSAji9EI/AAAAAAAADMk/6NknKnuRmqM/s200/taylor013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409137922184246338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALIAH! (:&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/34931448-6729340619874192406?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6729340619874192406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6729340619874192406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/11/28nov09.html' title='28NOV09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SxEeSAji9EI/AAAAAAAADMk/6NknKnuRmqM/s72-c/taylor013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-2315036279485694163</id><published>2009-11-26T23:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:25:30.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26NOV09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The present and past collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sw6e2xIFuxI/AAAAAAAADMM/t9Cbftq3Xds/s200/avsg58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408434866255936274" border="0" /&gt; I'm loving where I'm at. Everything's better, good. I'm calm. I feel better now that I'm out every predicament. Now i know that whenever something bad comes about, I should handle it in a calm and collected mode and never when I'm mad because I'll just explode there and then... I am temperamental and you can't blame me for that because, that's naturally me, that's how I am.&lt;br /&gt;I show a quick change of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I can be happy one time, sad the next and angry minutes after that.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy that I'm better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope i will enjoy tomorrow since I'll be over to my cousins and they'll be coming over to mine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Demi Lovato  - Remember December, Official Video from Here We Go Again (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ed3Vd39USYQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ed3Vd39USYQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-2315036279485694163?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2315036279485694163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2315036279485694163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/11/26nov09.html' title='26NOV09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sw6e2xIFuxI/AAAAAAAADMM/t9Cbftq3Xds/s72-c/avsg58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6644937367548115905</id><published>2009-11-25T22:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:01:04.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25NOV09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Grab my glasses on, I'm gonna hit this city...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sw1AwqrWBvI/AAAAAAAADL8/o3g_9olarMQ/s200/demil.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408049932375820018" border="0" /&gt;Got my hair curled,&lt;br /&gt;My aunt spent like, a hundred on me today. Whoa much. Got my hair curled at some random salon and it took a total of three hours to get everything done, curl, wash, treatment. THREE HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up at nine in the morning. Nine. In The. Morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair still reek of the treatment lotion thingy, nice (:&lt;br /&gt;The curls are not totally obvious now. I hope it does not wear off. It'll wear off in a few months, of course. So, if it does, i plan to cut my hair short. Like how Selena's hair is now. I think.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I've future plans for my hair now. Okay -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_C7C0WqVnGE/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If It Means A Lot To You by A Day To Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:100%;" id="slly"  &gt;"And hey sweetie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:100%;" id="slly"  &gt;Well I need you here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:100%;" id="slly"  &gt;And I know that you don't want to be leaving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:100%;" id="slly"  &gt;Yeah you want it but I can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:100%;" id="slly"  &gt;I just feel complete when you're by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:100%;" id="slly"  &gt;But I know you can't come home 'til they're singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:100%;" id="slly"  &gt;La, la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you can't give me what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And even tho it means so much to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't wait through everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this really happening?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sw1Abya8lEI/AAAAAAAADL0/mDBJzmz54zk/s200/splendour%28885%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408049573677274178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Happy Fifteenth Birthday, Atiqah! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/34931448-6644937367548115905?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6644937367548115905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6644937367548115905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/11/25nov09.html' title='25NOV09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Sw1AwqrWBvI/AAAAAAAADL8/o3g_9olarMQ/s72-c/demil.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-7920400746285523973</id><published>2009-11-24T21:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:27:45.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24NOV09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Another mistake like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Swvdc_-SFMI/AAAAAAAADLE/cboRw64ZZVs/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407659267867153602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Some groups (cliques) stick together for a long time. Others drift apart after a while as people develop new in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terests, make different friends, or just find they have less in common. People can move in and out of different groups and can even be part of several at the same time. Even within a group, people often have one or two friends they feel closest to and enjoy the most."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Big or small, it's actions that seem to count the most in friendship. In a time when we can chat effortlessly by text and IM, talk is getting chea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per. Many of you believe that the evidence of true friends is what they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to show their loyalty, honesty, trustworthiness, or willingness to make a sacrifice when you need help.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendship isn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'t easy. &lt;/span&gt;To hear many of you tell it, making a good friend is almost like adding a new family member. It comes with risk and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A true friend is a person who would really tell you how bad you look in that bright pink spandex suit, even though you really like it.&lt;/span&gt; (this sounds familiar, hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 id="a_When_Friends_Move_On"&gt;When Friends Move On,&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 id="a_When_Friends_Move_On"&gt;Many of you learned the true value of friendship after it was gone. Lots of you urged people to work at their most important friendships, rather than letting them fall apart after a fight or fade away.&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And for some, it was OK if good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;friends only accompanied them for part of their journey in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;http://kidshealth.org/teen/school_jobs/school/friend_comments.html?tracking=T_RelatedArticle#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything's very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, AH. I LOVED YESTERDAY'S FAMILY OUTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" id="a_When_Friends_Move_On"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Swvsk863NtI/AAAAAAAADLU/PVfCCBBm2x0/s320/tiff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407675897160873682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Brother &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Tiffany's! (:&lt;br /&gt;More of those family ouings please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-7920400746285523973?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7920400746285523973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7920400746285523973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/11/24nov09_24.html' title='24NOV09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Swvdc_-SFMI/AAAAAAAADLE/cboRw64ZZVs/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-8219176718117554353</id><published>2009-11-24T00:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:18:38.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24NOV09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You could tell me you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; but i don't believe you like i did before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Swq5JDLSFKI/AAAAAAAADKE/yjiTpUblA9o/s320/photoshoots_glamour001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407337867734291618" border="0" /&gt;Dinner at Tiffany's.&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun, fun (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired from all the eating already. Had chocolate mousse (ultimate fave) and the fish head curry was really, really good.&lt;br /&gt;Founde was just "WOOO."&lt;br /&gt;Had three scoops of ice-cream, strawberry, vanilla and chocolate. Managed to only finish vanilla along with the chocolate toppings.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time eating and eating anddd eating :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Swq6uTNYwnI/AAAAAAAADKM/UpKoe3CkU6I/s200/IMG_3867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407339607204872818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Swq6uvDTmNI/AAAAAAAADKU/zF-IuRjYqlM/s200/IMG_3866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407339614678784210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Ain't that the way it goes?&lt;br /&gt;Always stumbling into something...&lt;br /&gt;Life's an open road.&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta take it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Swq6vE7wdWI/AAAAAAAADKk/7flkoOxoL00/s1600/IMG_3818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Swq6vE7wdWI/AAAAAAAADKk/7flkoOxoL00/s200/IMG_3818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407339620552701282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm holding on, I'm strong, I'm the only one who can make it change.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fight, I gotta live my life. I'm gonna make it right&lt;br /&gt;I went the wrong way, but I'm not lost, it's a good mistake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Cheyenne Kimball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwrCj3fU4qI/AAAAAAAADK8/wkhVYr69NgA/s1600/TomJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwrCj3fU4qI/AAAAAAAADK8/wkhVYr69NgA/s400/TomJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407348224058253986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; How cute (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I LUV TOM JORDAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&amp;amp; i freaked when i gotta know that my brother bought me Dolly Magazine with Taylor Lautner and Kristin Stewart on the cover! Good thing Robert Pats wasn't in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/34931448-8219176718117554353?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8219176718117554353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/8219176718117554353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/11/24nov09.html' title='24NOV09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/Swq5JDLSFKI/AAAAAAAADKE/yjiTpUblA9o/s72-c/photoshoots_glamour001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-7797440792607124731</id><published>2009-11-22T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:42:06.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22NOV09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Into the rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwlV3mj2mbI/AAAAAAAADJ8/OYx7dHWdkI4/s320/AlyAJ.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406947241367083442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I shall start off by writing down something  crazily random: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzyer just sent me a very very cute icon on msn and you bet it cheered me up!&lt;br /&gt;So thanks, Huz. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madrasah today was err... (fill-in-the-blanks)&lt;br /&gt;Went with Nadhirah and Insyira. Like, finally... the three of us together.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what the heck i wrote, I copied whatever i could, i copied the questions and mend it a little as answers. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Nadhirah did that too. I bet she she did :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you please back off a little?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-7797440792607124731?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7797440792607124731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/7797440792607124731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/11/22nov09.html' title='22NOV09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwlV3mj2mbI/AAAAAAAADJ8/OYx7dHWdkI4/s72-c/AlyAJ.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-570076360071705069</id><published>2009-11-21T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:54:25.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21NOV09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwgFQ0g0BOI/AAAAAAAADJk/df5_S-Fa8WY/s320/taylor001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406577139190596834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baby come, let's dance in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjIErrcr75A/"&gt;Death Cab For Cutie's Meet Me On The Equinox's  &lt;/a&gt;(OST: Twilight, New Moon) a reallyyy hot song. Bet ya'll know why (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the world were a little more perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Would you stop crying or would you take the leap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What if the world were a little more perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Would you open your eyes and blink again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about friendship, what about friends?&lt;br /&gt;You said the whole world was against you and it all had to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about love, what about family?&lt;br /&gt;What about all that you have to live for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Life has a funny way of changing who you are..."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Miley Cyrus suffered a NIP SLIP.&lt;br /&gt;TAAA-DAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwgJGIiJ4PI/AAAAAAAADJ0/R_1LFLLzWn0/s1600/mileynipslip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwgJGIiJ4PI/AAAAAAAADJ0/R_1LFLLzWn0/s320/mileynipslip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406581353632882930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Miley pakai push-up bras tau." LOL, that line's still playing in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought shiny sliver flats from CottonOnz.&lt;br /&gt;And a bloodyredlipgloss.&lt;br /&gt;YAY (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34931448-570076360071705069?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/570076360071705069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/570076360071705069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/11/21nov09.html' title='21NOV09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwgFQ0g0BOI/AAAAAAAADJk/df5_S-Fa8WY/s72-c/taylor001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-2873314634637288080</id><published>2009-11-18T21:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:32:01.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18NOV09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There's a fire inside of you that can't help but shine through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwPzt6ij2aI/AAAAAAAADJc/3fNkvBD7Fvk/s320/taylorswifticon8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405431947908602274" border="0" /&gt;Trying slowly trying to pick the pieces back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything died down because everyone decided to go on their own ways&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I can either sit back and watch them just fade away from me or i can try and make an effort to change this for the better. But i think, they have a part to play too. It's a team effort. One can't just work to change all. Everyone has to. To save a friendship. We obviously are drifting. I can't help but rant it all out because it hurts to think of it, sometimes. And it comes back to me, like smack on my face... on that i purposefully want to write this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm alright. It's okay, I'm so much better without youuuuuuuuu, it's alright, it's okayy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You and me, we used to be together, every day together always.&lt;br /&gt;I really feel, I'm losing my best friend, I can't believe this could be the end...&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though you're letting go...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if it's real, well, I don't want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Don't speak, I know what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining, don't tell me 'cause it hurts.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't speak I know what you're thinking, I don't need your reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me 'cause it hurts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Our memories they can be inviting.&lt;br /&gt;But some are altogether, mighty frightening.&lt;br /&gt;As we die both you and I, with my head in my hands I sit and cry...&lt;br /&gt;It's all ending.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop pretending who we are...&lt;br /&gt;you and me, I can see us dying... are we?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOPnceiwY9E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOPnceiwY9E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="25" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, even if you knew, i don't think you'd care.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you'd do anything about it because, i know you won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just see if we'll be together again.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 109px; height: 196px;" src="http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss291/bekkym_/dayum.jpg" alt="taylor lautner Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How can you say "NO" to a body like this?!?!?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;eh and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HAPPY FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY, HAZMI! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/34931448-2873314634637288080?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2873314634637288080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/2873314634637288080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/11/18nov09.html' title='18NOV09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwPzt6ij2aI/AAAAAAAADJc/3fNkvBD7Fvk/s72-c/taylorswifticon8.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-5181375472108924415</id><published>2009-11-17T21:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:15:32.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17NOV09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwKwhHghswI/AAAAAAAADJU/fCKc_C-sWt8/s1600/88883123289copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwKwhHghswI/AAAAAAAADJU/fCKc_C-sWt8/s320/88883123289copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405076585795662594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bitch, plz."&lt;br /&gt;"At least, i don't make others feel bad..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be happy okayokayokayokay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, dance in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ruined my night so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks cousinnnnnzzz :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to update you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ktpQLAV26-g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ktpQLAV26-g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="25" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"And I, I'll never let you find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm leaving you behind with the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;No, I won't look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;And I don't want to hear your reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Midnight Hour, Running Away.&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/34931448-5181375472108924415?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5181375472108924415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/5181375472108924415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/11/17nov09.html' title='17NOV09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwKwhHghswI/AAAAAAAADJU/fCKc_C-sWt8/s72-c/88883123289copy.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34931448.post-6234497650669346031</id><published>2009-11-16T22:19:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:25:13.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16NOV09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFfoYFWn-I/AAAAAAAADG8/8gSxNHvvbI4/s320/normal_047goomezz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404706175085617122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She gave everything to a boy who changed his mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Off to Parkway with Insyira today.&lt;br /&gt;Why Parkway? Only a reason why, &lt;b&gt;Cotton &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On!&lt;/b&gt; (woooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't have enough to get a new pair of flats though.&lt;br /&gt;And, some flats aren't at all waterproof. Okay maybe all. B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ecause Insyira and I sort of walked in the rain and we stepped on puddles, I got my flats wet. The insides, wet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walked and wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lked and I then realized that the insides of my shoe were starting to peel off by itself. (I think this sounds disgusting, but ohhh welll) Seriously la. Very uncomfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFhtCvCpLI/AAAAAAAADIM/_9WKSSejKXA/s200/Photo1060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404708454277489842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFhs5_QysI/AAAAAAAADIE/halQf92Xfts/s200/Photo1066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404708451929606850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got Yogurt. I can't stop eating Yogurt. I don't know what's with me and all these food. I like munching on oats, drinking milk and all of that. I do either of those like, almost everyday. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And when you are not used to eating frozen Yogurt with Strawberry like Insyira, this is how you'll react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFrJ28LwfI/AAAAAAAADJE/8S42zshJFh4/s200/Photo1072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404718844932243954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFrJYPx3TI/AAAAAAAADI8/wtg8WQBvxu4/s200/Photo1074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404718836692933938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFrKIEqnqI/AAAAAAAADJM/9E5fw80aAYc/s200/Photo1071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404718849531223714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And i totally wanna get :&lt;br /&gt;- a new jeans-looking tights,&lt;br /&gt;- new flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and probably&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-a haircut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFoQDMO8oI/AAAAAAAADIU/Y_qqIAZDBBk/s200/Photo1105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404715652765119106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFpxn4f3mI/AAAAAAAADI0/Y0OzN1_Lb_Y/s200/Photo1104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404717329061764706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFpNAJIIVI/AAAAAAAADIc/Zywzq_Cxng0/s200/Photo1106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404716699918803282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;because i think that my hair's really long already.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of a bob-like haircut like Selena Gomez's?&lt;br /&gt;Or... maybe NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFpxd5Ge9I/AAAAAAAADIs/FKr2qqlYBdM/s200/Photo1083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404717326379940818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFgZ_EAETI/AAAAAAAADHk/WpnGJytsOGo/s200/Photo1109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404707027362517298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Off to Mac's next. And I think, we saw a guy from our Madrasah or something.&lt;br /&gt;And he was like looking over because I stared, -.-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFgZKO_egI/AAAAAAAADHU/CwMtfRp30x4/s200/Photo1129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404707013181536770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFpNa0fSfI/AAAAAAAADIk/bvw9bYp3EKg/s200/Photo1118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404716707079997938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then home.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Insyira! Next time, we REALLY WILL SHOP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Cos' when you're fifteen, somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe them,&lt;br /&gt;And when you're fifteen, don't forget to look before you fall.&lt;br /&gt;I've found time, to heal most anything and you just might find who you're supposed to be...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know it at fifteen..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Taylor Swift, Fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/34931448-6234497650669346031?l=inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6234497650669346031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34931448/posts/default/6234497650669346031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inbetweenthe-lines.blogspot.com/2009/11/16nov09.html' title='16NOV09&apos;'/><author><name>QAZIMAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03744460843155902619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/THfqQYMgzhI/AAAAAAAAEBk/XHm4XE8Gq14/S220/selenagomezgorgeous.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIH09qw9M10/SwFfoYFWn-I/AAAAAAAADG8/8gSxNHvvbI4/s72-c/normal_047goomezz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
