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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGEIG2s0EA/TeO0quom1hI/AAAAAAAABIk/x5okEFbuZAA/s1600/164371_10150375117815858_849200857_17124426_4968681_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGEIG2s0EA/TeO0quom1hI/AAAAAAAABIk/x5okEFbuZAA/s320/164371_10150375117815858_849200857_17124426_4968681_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612528206799623698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSrJEvdbZEw/TeO0qhUrLDI/AAAAAAAABIc/1B34oP7yFdU/s1600/215510_10150545179955858_849200857_18304476_5514337_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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bout someone very important! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faustina Nisha Theodore, that's her name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could really go on and on about what an amazing girl she is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I'm gonna try and keep this short, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause no one really likes my long posts anyway :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, to be perfectly honest with you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't really like her when we first ' met ',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and vice versa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bitch stares etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as soon as we really spoke to each other, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we just clicked! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's been one of my closest friends ever since!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the best! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's always there for me no matter what, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I know that if I ever need someone to talk to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to vent to, to cry to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she'd be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only cause she loves me ( which she does btw hahaha )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but because that's the kind of person she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So incredibly sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So kind &amp;amp; caring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not exaggerating one bit by the way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she really is, in every sense of those words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as you can see from the pictures, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is such beautiful girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( inside &amp;amp; out )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but at the same time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so down to earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, everyone in college knows her as the cute squeaky voice girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, you can never get angry with her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because as soon as she opens her mouth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you just want to give her a big hug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds too good to be true, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, well, believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gets it from her parents I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both parents :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're such nice people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and whenever I come over, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always feel like I'm at home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they always make me feel like I'm at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's no wonder why Frostie's is so grounded! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm writing this cause I felt like I should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And cause she keeps telling me to update my blog, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I don't really have much going on right now to talk about anyway :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi Fausty! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've done so much for me, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and you've been such a good friend! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is my little way of saying thanks. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For just... being there, you know? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really do appreciate it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SO much love for you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Hugsandkisses*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And oh, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we really need to start taking more pictures together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause 3 is almost all I could really find! :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, when it all just catches up to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it's one of those nights where nothing else is on your mind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but that one thing you have avoided thinking about, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it all just gets too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What matters in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crying over a break up, in high school?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crying over bad results?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crying over an argument, which can easily be fixed over an apology?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crying over someone else's story?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crying over the fact that you can't go out &amp;amp; have a good time with your friends?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crying over a boy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crying over a few harsh words?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crying over distance?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever, my point is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just so sick of.... crying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;over something to petty, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something so meaningless, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something you wouldn't even be thinking about in a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just doesn't seem fair to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be worrying about all the so called problems you have in life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when in reality, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone has it so much worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when you're sitting there, crying, over something that could happen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone is living it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone is going through what you fear most, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone is crying too, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but this time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's tears that actually mean something, so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really don't know if I'm making sense to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mind is everywhere and there are so many things I want to say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;partly just to make myself feel better, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as selfish ( and ironic considering this blog post ) as that may sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to believe that I have it easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to believe that everything is gonna be just fine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that I'm an idiot for even worrying..about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to start worrying about the things that matter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to start fighting for the things that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to start helping people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people who genuinely need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to believe that I'm lucky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for all the things I've been blessed with in this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really do think I'm lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel selfish for crying over.. well, to say the least, bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are people out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doing what they can, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all that they can, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to help other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even quitting their jobs, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;volunteering, not earning a single cent, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just because, well, it's the right thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What you might think is stupid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is, in their opinion, necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could give you so many examples, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I'd like to think whoever is reading this understands what I'm talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look up to these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think they are the ones that should be recognized for what they're doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think they are the ones that should be considered ' celebrities ' .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think they are the ones people should look up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because they actually make a difference. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not going to promise anything, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or harp on how I'm going to give up everything in my life, just like they did, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to make that difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that's wishful thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think I have that in me, as hard as that is for me to admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what I will say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is that I'm gonna do what I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Start small, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If not now, then someday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will, or at least try, to make that difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And honestly, that would be enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-6661637112530333436</id><published>2011-05-15T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T09:26:27.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many times have you used that line?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJ60cbuhT2c/Tc_64L7NOFI/AAAAAAAABIM/Nk7D0KuGUnY/s1600/kate-voegele-profile.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJ60cbuhT2c/Tc_64L7NOFI/AAAAAAAABIM/Nk7D0KuGUnY/s320/kate-voegele-profile.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606975904280295506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I up to on a Sunday night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I'm sitting in front of my laptop, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wondering why Kate Voegele isn't more famous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think her songs are amazing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the lyrics, my god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And people like Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez, even Justin Bieber, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are you kidding me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not being biased because of One Tree Hill, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really do think that girl has amazing talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And her songs make sense, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the lyrics make sense, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in a way that you can relate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so whatever, I don't wanna ramble, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or vent, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think you guys have probably had enough of that, hahaha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so if you haven't heard her songs, but are curious to see who &amp;amp; what I'm talking about, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YouTube! ( Like no shit right.. hahaha )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Won't tell you which songs to listen to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because they're honestly all pretty damn good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay that's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y'all have a good night ( or day, depending on when you're reading this ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-6661637112530333436?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6661637112530333436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-lie-but-im-pretty-good-liar-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6661637112530333436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6661637112530333436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-lie-but-im-pretty-good-liar-you.html' title='How many times have you used that line?'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJ60cbuhT2c/Tc_64L7NOFI/AAAAAAAABIM/Nk7D0KuGUnY/s72-c/kate-voegele-profile.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-6414675071928059549</id><published>2011-05-15T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:39:56.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone who knows you from the inside out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hADVbfr3-0w/Tc_o3Ve8QpI/AAAAAAAABIE/aW3r7q0wCsc/s1600/P6120137.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hADVbfr3-0w/Tc_o3Ve8QpI/AAAAAAAABIE/aW3r7q0wCsc/s320/P6120137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606956098456928914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The loser that got me to go down the escalator like that, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the stupid things I do for my friends... Tsk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;( I'm kidding, I wanted to! Haha good times.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I bonded with my sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I got a pedicure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I realized what used to be one of my favorite restaurants, just isn't so nice anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I woke up to a text from a good friend, saying she had a dream about me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we must meet up soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I woke up to a text from another friend, saying he had a dream about me, unfortunately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I laughed in bed for an hour because of those 2 texts&lt;i&gt; ( I exaggerate )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I didn't eat chocolate.... at all, and I feel.. fine. This is weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I left my phone in a cab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, my sister found my phone...in a cab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, crossing the road was especially difficult, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because of the fact that I'm afraid of it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the acid man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I still managed to cross the road..myself. (&lt;i&gt; Are you proud of me? Hahah ) ( Who am I even asking? Oh god... )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, Faustina &amp;amp; I talked about which freshies to have in our accounting group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, we didn't exactly manage to come to a decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, one of my closest friends called me a ' Dickface ' , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and an ' Asswipe ' . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think sometimes he forgets that I'm actually a girl. Hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I fell in love with One Tree Hill...all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, wait, just about 2 seconds ago, I realised how lame this whole ' Today ' thing is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stopping... now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kbye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-6414675071928059549?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6414675071928059549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/someone-who-knows-you-from-inside-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6414675071928059549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6414675071928059549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/someone-who-knows-you-from-inside-out.html' title='Someone who knows you from the inside out'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hADVbfr3-0w/Tc_o3Ve8QpI/AAAAAAAABIE/aW3r7q0wCsc/s72-c/P6120137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-830608630561846231</id><published>2011-05-14T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:32:11.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What about taking this empty cup and filling it up, with a little bit more of innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoxd55m2yqg/Tc7W8i2XveI/AAAAAAAABHU/ziKeEO6hpFE/s320/P7170224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, hi guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 4 in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you read my previous post /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you know me, just the slightest bit, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you wouldn't be surprised I'm awake &amp;amp; blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just gon' continue from where I left off, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause I'm still waiting on the pictures from the barbeque :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But before that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went out with Kenny after ages today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was really good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I missed that boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First thing he tells me when I enter the car is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" You smell like mutton curry... " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( My dad was cooking mutton curry at home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so he was kinda spot on, on that one ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were walking to Tutti Fruitti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I was so freaked out cause of the whole acid man thing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told him to walk super fast, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then I heard a motorbike, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and literally screamed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a mini heart attack man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......the motorbike was on the other side of the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Don't judge ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay anyways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made up a bear in college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His name is Apollo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to know more about Apollo? ( Trust me, he's a cool little thing ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just ask me! Or Frosties ( It's all her fault hehehe ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I mentioned that I love teddy bears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always wanted a really big one, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like the size of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not even kidding, imagine how cool that would be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll be so comfy to hug! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't be surprised if it would end up being my remedy for falling asleep on time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( If I eventually get myself one la haha ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is gonna be really random,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I get really annoyed, when I'm having a conversation with someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;online / via text, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and all they reply is one word, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and expect a response from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess a real word would still be fine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but seriously, replying ' Haha ', and then expect me to say something to that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah.... how about no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Soooo much resentment, *smacks forehead* ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to vent, too bad! :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love people I can be myself around though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say whatever I want to say, no restrictions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be the usual &lt;i&gt;talkativebutohsoveryweirdandcrazy&lt;/i&gt; self that I am, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and someone I can actually have a decent conversation with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conversations that go further than the typical &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;' So, what are you doing? ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what I mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But at the same time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think you know when you're really good friends with someone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when, for instance, you both are sitting in a restaurant, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lost in thought, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or just not having anything to say to each other, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it's fine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it isn't awkward at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You just sit there, in silence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause you know how sometimes, you're just getting to know someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the two of you end up eating alone somewhere, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the conversation just comes to a standstill, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you both just sit there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking about how bloody awkward it is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but not saying anything about it at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah? I hate it when that happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't happen very often anymore though, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I usually end up saying something really stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;' Oh wow, it's already 5 o clock, who knew ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.......... at least it's something, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another random fact : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know how I'm always rambling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and talking about how I love talking to people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and having a conversation with someone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting to know someone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I almost never make the first move, in any sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like texting for example, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, if you text me asking me what I'm up to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will reply, gladly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I would probably be really happy you texted me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I almost never,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;send that first text myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't mean I don't send people text messages at all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I have questions that need to be answered, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or when I'm bored and I text a really good friend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what I mean is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taking that first step, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to actually send a message, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;' Hi! What you up to? ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I'm afraid I wouldn't get a reply, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or that person wouldn't want to talk to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I know it's really silly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm 19 already, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's about time I grow up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; snap out of it right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it's any consolation, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm ALOT better now than I was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do text people first sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Very rarely, but it happens okay :p ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I think too much about... everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blame the sleepless nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nights very much like, tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least tonight I'm writing my thoughts down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which I'm probably gon' wake up in the morning &amp;amp; regret, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but oh well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I live in the present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hhahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was so lame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hair smells like smoke :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happens when I go to mamaks at night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahhahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never tried a cigarette in my life, btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I kinda don't plan on trying one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Don't get me wrong, I really don't have anything against smokers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just don't like the idea of ME smoking, anyone else is fine :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahahaha ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was sitting in Statistics class the other day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I had to cover my ears a couple of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when my lecturer was dusting the whiteboard, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because I can't stand the sound! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like of nails on a blackboard, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or even chalk, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;orrrr screeching, of any sense, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it gives me.. goosebumps, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and not the good kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Even typing that out was so hard for me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause I was imagining the sound in my head! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how my group of friends in college love hugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I love hugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were labelled the ' motherhuggers ' , ( get it get it? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because ... we hug a little too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahhaha, haters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate one shoulder hugs though, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like when you lean in to hug someone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and one hand comes up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the person moves to the side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cmon people, that's NOT a real hug! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( I do it too though, to someone I don't really like, heh, yes, hypocrite I am! ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I love hugs from behind though, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone randomly comin' up behind you, and hugging you from the waist, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahaha, oh god, such a weird child I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh oh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyian Keith Kumar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;said the other day, that if he was my boyfriend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he would be bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hhahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause we were in the car, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he was poking my arm, alot, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I literally didn't say, or do anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was like I was immune to the pokes or something, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but still, twas mean! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's forgiven though, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he bought mentos &amp;amp; put it in his car, before our long journey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause he knew I loved mentos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How sweet is that? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, KKK is one of my closest friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he means so much to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm gon' be dedicating a post to him real soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel bad that there are literally no pictures of him on this blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's just... not right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So one post is so necessary! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm beginning to resent the fact that I'm so indecisive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's really not working out for me very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find it so hard to make decisions, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I keep changing my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From something so unimportant, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like what should I order, or where should we eat, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to a decision that could literally change my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like which friggin continent to transfer to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND WHEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, good news is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I've decided, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;US, and not anytime soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gon' be stuck in Malaysia for a long timee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( I say ' stuck ' , with so much love, trust me! I'm actually really happy ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't be surprised if I change my mind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and end up transferring to Australia, or the UK, or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wrote on this blog I was going to Taylors for sure ( registered &amp;amp; all ) , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and look where I am &amp;amp; have been for over a year now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, I really.......really, can't make decisions, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or stick to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was going through a few old pictures, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mostly from last year / 2 years ago, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I have decided to post up a few, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause I hate my blog posts having no pictures, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here goes! :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Yes, I am aware of the fact that I look different, somehow )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEK_gg0BMQc/Tc7YHX5GzrI/AAAAAAAABH8/ImbApxBGVII/s1600/155.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_iqDYO_lPc/Tcq_99PiAlI/AAAAAAAABGM/wGyrl1G60FI/s320/Screen%2BCaptures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwlEkeo-GYE/TclMCutbe9I/AAAAAAAABF0/iA-09WztXU0/s1600/Screen%2BCaptures.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I will blog.&lt;br /&gt;So, what about?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just jot down facts about me! :)&lt;br /&gt;( It IS my blog after all.. )&lt;br /&gt;So random omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so.&lt;br /&gt;Stop reading if you want to cause this is basically just gon' be boring random weird pointless facts about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate sushi, so much so that I can't even walk past a sushi shop without covering my nose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When I listen to a song, I listen to the lyrics ( and I mean, analyzedisectinterpretstudy them )&lt;br /&gt;That's how I like a song, if the lyrics appeal to me ( unless it's a song to dance to, then lyrics don't matter for shit cause dancin' conquers all! K lame. But yeah ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't like nutella with bread, or mint chocolates, or chocolate buns&lt;br /&gt;( I think chocolate is ..sacred ( sh, don't judge ), spreading it on bread, mixing it with mint, gross )&lt;br /&gt;- I have to have my chocolate fix everyday, yes..everyday. Screw the apple! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm addicted to mentos. I'm known as the girl that always has mentos with her, it's so good, and when you have one, you can't stop! YUM ( ONLY the mint mentos though. The rest suck ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love waking up to good morning text messages, puts a smile on my face everytime&lt;br /&gt;So whoever you are, and if you're reading this, wanna make my day? Wish me good morning! :)&lt;br /&gt;( Hahahahahahha, I'm kidding....not really ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having said that, I'm known amongst a few friends for never replying their texts,&lt;br /&gt;or replying really late.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry babies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wrote my first story when I was in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;It was titled ' The Bag of Secrets '&lt;br /&gt;( I wrote the title before I wrote the story, cause I was reading ' The Secret Garden ' at the time, and I just bought a new school bag, so yeah.. true story ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It was published in Russell Lee True Singapore Ghost Stories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Russell Lee is my aunty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't cross roads. I have to have someone with me. If I'm alone, and it's absolutely necessary, I would wait for the roads to clear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cant get on an escalator that's going down, without holding the sides, or at least one side, or someones hand.&lt;br /&gt;After I'm already on, it's fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I constantly tell people that the iPhone is cooler than the blackberry because of the apps, but to tell you the truth, I hardly ever use the apps, or play any games.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have no shame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Talking to a good friend reminded me of all the shows I used to watch growing up, shows I miss dearly.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Years, Happy Days, Cheers, Mind your language, Frasier, Bucker, and that magazine one! Cmon someone help me, the one where that tall thin dark haired lady acts in. Father daughter company thing I think. They used to show it on Star World, not too long ago actually, and it was bloody hilarious. Starting with a J I think? Help, anyone, it's driving me crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, and the Nickelodeon shows! Kenan &amp;amp; Kel, Hey Arnold, Rugrats, Legends of the Hidden Temple, Double Dare, Figure It Out, omg I could go on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't believe in love at first sight, that's lust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have never gotten my heart broken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have trust issues &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Most of the time I think guys who use flowery words &amp;amp; butter the hell out of you, are all talk &amp;amp; no game &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One thing I can't stand is over protection &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You know how everyone is all hyped about HIMYM &amp;amp; all ? Well yeah, not me.&lt;br /&gt;If I hear another " LEGEN-WAITFORIT-DARY " , I will scream.... just sayin' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My sister means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand a day without talking to her, if I'm staying in a friends place, I will call her, just to talk for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My mum is the most incredible person I know&lt;br /&gt;If I'm ever half the woman she is, I'd consider myself pretty damn lucky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My father &amp;amp; my brother are the 2 most important men in my life&lt;br /&gt;Knowing they're there for me, come what may, makes me feel safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have cousins in Beijing, they're half Punjabi &amp;amp; half Chinese, I'm so incredibly close to them, and I miss them..everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To those of you who think I only have 1 sister, well yeah you're wrong. I have 2. Her name is Sheena, she lives in Sunway. I love her to death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I could go on about my grandfatherS, grandmothers, aunties, uncles, etc,&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, save it for another post! Just on family! Cause I honestly think that family is everything, as you can see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I like old songs. I prefer old songs. Yeah, say what you want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At one point, I was so addicted to ' The day the music died ' &amp;amp; googledresearchedaskedeveryone about it cause it fascinated me, and I just wanted to know more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I did a speech on it 2 months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I take ages for me to fall asleep at night, if I get in bed at whatever time, I would end up falling asleep a few hours after that. I think.. just a little too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spicy food? Yeah, not my cup of tea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of tea, I. LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the tea in Gurdwara's , omg so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of Gurdwara's, I love Karsh Parshad&lt;br /&gt;( Yeah, so I had no idea that's what it was called, I call it gepa, but I didn't know how to spell it, so I googled it, and apparently Karsh Parshad is it's name ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have been to 9 countries in Europe&lt;br /&gt;( My favourite place was the Lourve in Paris, I could stay there for days..alone.. with no food, or wat.... yeah okay getting carried away here ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I cannot stand Ke$ha or Rihanna. I think they cant sing to save their lives &amp;amp; listening to their songs or even just their voices, gives me a headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-I cant sing to save MY life, by the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Yaaa, I'm a hypocrite, but I think everyone is in their own way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- ' George george george of the jungle, strong as he can be...aaaaaah, watch out for that tree '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Did I mention I'm random?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to continue, cause I'm not even close to being done, but I think this is a little bit too long, plus I have class at 8 tomorrow morning, joy!&lt;br /&gt;BYE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : If you just read all of this, I think&lt;br /&gt;a) You were bored&lt;br /&gt;b) You were REALLY bored&lt;br /&gt;c) You're ..... ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Hahahaha, I'm actually laughing at myself for coming up with ' c ' , I think I need sleep ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye guys, for real this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-7028749622956052260?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7028749622956052260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/cause-these-words-are-my-diary_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/7028749622956052260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/7028749622956052260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/cause-these-words-are-my-diary_11.html' title='Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_iqDYO_lPc/Tcq_99PiAlI/AAAAAAAABGM/wGyrl1G60FI/s72-c/Screen%2BCaptures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-4094718455658257330</id><published>2011-05-11T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:11:03.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you lie with me &amp; just forget the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605473329617284690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pbHlizuYjCU/TcqkS1HDrlI/AAAAAAAABF8/wQXOd1LQibE/s320/sher2prom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too lazy to go into detail about what I've been up to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I'll just breeze through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Classes started on Monday, the first class I went for was.. today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Watched fast 5 yesterday, expected more, but good nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Topshop's launch event / showcase / whateveritwascalled with my ladies + Luqman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ate like an absolute pig today, &lt;strong&gt;roti canai + maggi goreng + waffles + spaghetti bolognese + chocolate chip cookie + nasi goreng&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh god.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Faustina came over, we were chilling in the building ( &lt;em&gt;Ksorrysolameomgbutjusthadto!&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, I was chillin' in my room while she raided my closet, room raiders style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And she discovered I had 22 pairs of jeans, and was later told by my sister I have 100 + tops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;( &lt;em&gt;Exaggeration...really&lt;/em&gt; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- She tried my clothes on, and picked something to wear for the night, and was a mini-Simmi :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fell down while trying to get my dog back in the house, I was wearing heels &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mum teased my Punjabi speaking skills ( &lt;em&gt;or lack of&lt;/em&gt; ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Frosties &amp;amp; the rest mind f**cked me about subjects to take, because alot of us aren't in the same classes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and now I'm so confused....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605473329868159010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2F4LDlPfO3U/TcqkS2C3uCI/AAAAAAAABGE/XUouCFRohsA/s320/sherprom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of old pictures, rainy nights &amp;amp; baileys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-4094718455658257330?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4094718455658257330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/would-you-lie-with-me-just-forget-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4094718455658257330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4094718455658257330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/would-you-lie-with-me-just-forget-world.html' title='Would you lie with me &amp; just forget the world?'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pbHlizuYjCU/TcqkS1HDrlI/AAAAAAAABF8/wQXOd1LQibE/s72-c/sher2prom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-8014771615926969224</id><published>2011-05-09T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T06:42:55.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar string to the strum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXYFJSnFI1M/Tckyhf6C8fI/AAAAAAAABFk/W2gZn3IBe80/s1600/IMG_5622.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXYFJSnFI1M/Tckyhf6C8fI/AAAAAAAABFk/W2gZn3IBe80/s320/IMG_5622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605066762321326578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi readers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Yay people still read my blog! ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to blog about Thursday night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 5th of May 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, Faustina is such a doll, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is literally just the sweetest, squeakiest thing ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we were talking one night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we came up with an idea for an awesome night in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since we both didn't feel like clubbing, or going to a bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to invite a few close friends over to her place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and have board games, booze, chocolates &amp;amp; good company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday night, it was :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Yodaaaa, anyone? ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K sorry lame, MOVING ON.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We played uno &amp;amp; truth/dare towards the later part of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;According to Timothy it was quite sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But nah, I had fun :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Oh, he just told me it was only sad cause we played one round, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay lah, valid reason ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- Chatting to him while typing this by the way, so that's why it's abit weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures of Faustina's place are on my Facebook, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just uploaded them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150181415590863.306651.621675862"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150181415590863.306651.621675862&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if you're my friend on Facebook, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then you can go see them if you want :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I went to Sharon's house after that to sleepover, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but my brother called &amp;amp; told me he would pick me up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( this was already 3 in the morning, btw ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( and YES, my brother came down for a few days, so happy! ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharon &amp;amp; I took out a camera &amp;amp; did what girls do best &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Okay, second best ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and started taking picture, after picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant even remember half of it being taken :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took hundreds, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uploaded 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brother reached at 6 something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( He got lost .. very lost ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of detail &amp;amp; description, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm way too lazy right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks my bonggol for everything, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know I love you long time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're an absolutely incredible friend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Byeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-heVVT5Wmpm0/TckxkwiOSHI/AAAAAAAABFE/9jj5eYnY_Ag/s1600/IMG_5651.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-heVVT5Wmpm0/TckxkwiOSHI/AAAAAAAABFE/9jj5eYnY_Ag/s320/IMG_5651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605065718812788850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IK1myWo22KQ/TckxknJwwaI/AAAAAAAABE8/xRB_6NUU2fo/s1600/IMG_5811.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IK1myWo22KQ/TckxknJwwaI/AAAAAAAABE8/xRB_6NUU2fo/s320/IMG_5811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605065716294271394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love this girl to bits &amp;amp; pieces.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amazing, that's what she is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6921504207041883184-8014771615926969224?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8014771615926969224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-clumsy-tongue-will-make-it-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/8014771615926969224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/8014771615926969224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-clumsy-tongue-will-make-it-right.html' title='Guitar string to the strum'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXYFJSnFI1M/Tckyhf6C8fI/AAAAAAAABFk/W2gZn3IBe80/s72-c/IMG_5622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-7432674412680895982</id><published>2011-05-09T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:18:12.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come back when you can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JYeGZZIGEG4/Tcfm1BqxQEI/AAAAAAAABEM/4gvtou1_yZw/s1600/DSC02788.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JYeGZZIGEG4/Tcfm1BqxQEI/AAAAAAAABEM/4gvtou1_yZw/s320/DSC02788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604702059941150786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this is something I've been wanting to write down, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or express,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but never really been able to find the words, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or .. had an outlet ( if that makes any sense ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm talking about Christine Tan leaving to Sydney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheh, made this sound so dramatic right? Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, she IS my bestfriend, so I have the right to be :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, if you read my previous posts from ages ago, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you would know how much this girl means to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She still does, if not even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, she left in December last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It all happened really fast actually, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think I spent as much time with her before she left as I wanted to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time passes way too fast sometimes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before I knew it, it was the week she was leaving, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I was just like, waaaaait.. whaat? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So anyway, prepare yourself for the dramatic side of Symren Kaur : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss the breakfast sessions before college&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss visiting her in Taylor's while she was doing SAM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss seeing her face everyday in school, and during tuition on the weekends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss her coming over randomly just to give me ice cream / cookies &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss the long conversations we had in her room &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss our spontaneous sleepovers ( with Nicholas in tow ) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss studying in TAR's library with her, when neither of us were actually students of TAR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss the movie sessions we had in Wangsa Walk &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss the fact that she used to laugh at any damn thing, be it funny or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss her laugh, yes, never thought I would EVER say this, gross. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss her being there, when I go out with Nicholas &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, it's just me &amp;amp; him, and it doesn't feel so right anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss my other high school girls because she was the annoying voice at the back of all our heads that went ' we have to meet up soon guys.. like NOW ' , now it's like there's no reason to anymore, and were all using college as an excuse not to. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;( No, I don't mean all of us, I still have em' really close ones :) ) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss knowing that she lives just a few minutes away, and if I needed anything at all, she'd be there &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss laughing at her for getting scared while watching a funny movie on TV&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because saying I miss her would have been an understatement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND YES, I am aware of the fact that she's just in a different country,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we have Skype &amp;amp; E-mail &amp;amp; WhatsApp &amp;amp; Facebook &amp;amp; whatever else, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's never the same as actually having the person there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like long distance relationships,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never been a fan of it, don't believe in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you're reading this darling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I know it's weird that I'm so nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause YEAH, we don't do affection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But just know that I'm so grateful for the fact that we are THIS close,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because distance would never get in the way of friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh god, my words are so corny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll try to be cool in the next post, and not all sappy like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures of the loser I've been missing so much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( I say it with love! ) :&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 src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofFWkSuP1HI/TcfnGsg21GI/AAAAAAAABEU/4tWbd4oFrUA/s320/DSC02789.JPG" /&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 src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8d1M0EBE6M/Tcfm0spyyZI/AAAAAAAABEE/2tRhEio1LbQ/s320/DSC00714.JPG" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNVvm5KppA8/Tcfm0Y8trZI/AAAAAAAABD0/OodSVNj8GDU/s320/DSC00556.JPG" /&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 src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVQsN1Bpc74/Tcfm0Wwj61I/AAAAAAAABD8/iJf79N8YUwk/s320/DSC00688%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /&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 src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nDXQeeZP5LY/TcfpnjzbICI/AAAAAAAABEc/VcogjWbO0RM/s320/30080_431927543593_555918593_5501138_3717587_n.jpg" /&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 src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFgf7jJmfNk/Tcfpn0Xn2-I/AAAAAAAABEk/Gtad1G_PMB4/s320/30080_431927588593_555918593_5501144_2175668_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The SPM tuition days : &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 src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej1VIlLY3nA/TcfpoPNZksI/AAAAAAAABEs/472NJOjggDM/s320/27249_411178438593_555918593_5000092_7603052_n.jpg" /&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 src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xx7i8WRtNvk/TcfpoCAtZrI/AAAAAAAABE0/yfWj5vLR6NY/s320/27249_411171443593_555918593_4999870_2648516_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-7432674412680895982?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7432674412680895982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/come-back-when-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/7432674412680895982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/7432674412680895982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/come-back-when-you-can.html' title='Come back when you can'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JYeGZZIGEG4/Tcfm1BqxQEI/AAAAAAAABEM/4gvtou1_yZw/s72-c/DSC02788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-2703904747468522601</id><published>2011-05-09T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T05:06:40.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger than your sym(pathy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zs-NL8RNlo/TcfTntpHvVI/AAAAAAAABDk/6bR1EQscO6A/s1600/154850_10150107903750873_637650872_7591870_4496563_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zs-NL8RNlo/TcfTntpHvVI/AAAAAAAABDk/6bR1EQscO6A/s320/154850_10150107903750873_637650872_7591870_4496563_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604680940506299730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Left - Right : Sharon, me, Rasya, Luqman, Myra, Faustina &amp;amp; Jason&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;( The high heels I was wearing was a zillion inches, so don't judge :p ) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I know I said I would blog about my college friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with pictures etc, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but needless to say, I'm a little lazy to transfer the pictures to the laptop I am using right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and what fun would talking about someone be if you can't see their picture, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, maybe next post! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The picture above is of a few of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click the picture if you can't see their faces properly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not in the picture ( but also super important ) are Kyian, Azryn, Elina, Timothy, Khaili, Melody,  and wow, yeah, I could go on, so I'll just leave it for next post! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO GUYS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What should this post be about? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HMMMM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny how I'm typing with no direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me just tell you about my day, then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up late &amp;amp; didn't intend on going to college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;til Faustina called me &amp;amp; asked me to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so hey, why not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was already up anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reached at about 1, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;didn't go for any classes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instead we went to have lunch in KFC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while trying to figure out what subjects to take,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and for me, which friggin continent to transfer to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so indecisive it's not even funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I'm stalling because I don't feel like leaving Malaysia so soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I would probably end up transferring in 2013! Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I've decided to take Accounts, Statistics, Marketing &amp;amp; Political Science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This sem is gonna be a joy.... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Otw back from college, I decided to buy myself an Otai burger! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG, so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha, this post is so pointless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye lovelies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( I'm getting better, huh? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6921504207041883184-2703904747468522601?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2703904747468522601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/stranger-than-your-sympathy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2703904747468522601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2703904747468522601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/stranger-than-your-sympathy.html' title='Stranger than your sym(pathy)'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zs-NL8RNlo/TcfTntpHvVI/AAAAAAAABDk/6bR1EQscO6A/s72-c/154850_10150107903750873_637650872_7591870_4496563_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-115912922280084606</id><published>2011-05-08T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T10:41:30.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4UuwLPpeO1c/TcbPtQBxBEI/AAAAAAAABDc/pqhSjMQjyjc/s1600/145613.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4UuwLPpeO1c/TcbPtQBxBEI/AAAAAAAABDc/pqhSjMQjyjc/s320/145613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604395162612597826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of kurtas, ugly straightened hair &amp;amp; sleep deprivation &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woaah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This feels foreign to me now, blogging I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been... a year? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, HI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know nobody reads my blog anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Well like no shit right, it's been abandoned for a year HAHA ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I'm hoping if I start again, people will as well :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if that's not true, then at least I'd read them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have decided to start blogging again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because, well, I was reading my previous posts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I wrote why I love blogging, and why I do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt a little sad knowing I stopped because of a reason like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;' I have no internet at home... '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Which I do now btw! Yay! But that's another story ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To cut a long story short, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because of the moments I want to cherish, remember &amp;amp; laugh at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And honestly, while I do remember secondary school &amp;amp; what not, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't remember the little details, the important conversations shared, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the silly games we played, the songs we sang ( yeah, we sang songs instead of studying sometimes.. and played poker ) , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reading my previous posts really did walk me down memory lane all over again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it does that every.single.time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even made me tear a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( It's emotional, this whole blogging thing.. Hahahahahahaha.. [ That was a failed attempt at a joke by the way ] ) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so hmm, maybe I am glad nobody reads my blog anymore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've also realised how much I've changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like to think I know alot more about life than I used to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( I'm not saying I know alot, don't get me wrong, I know I have ALOT more to learn, and to experience, but the truth is, I've done so much in this past year that have brought me a step closer to discovering new things, and at the same time..well, doing a lil more growin up! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to mention how different I look! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was being a complete girl &amp;amp; going through the pictures on this blog, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saying ' I don't like this one, and this one... AND this one. ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH, and what was I thinking putting the headline of this blog as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; if gaining your hearts.....well yeah you can read, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the whole ending each post with that lucky stars thing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or lucky hearts, whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I don't know why I'm insulting myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like I'm criticizing someone else's blog HAHA genius I tell you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll blog again soon, maybe even tomorrow if I feel like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are so many people not mentioned in this blog, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friends I have made in the past year, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;absolutely incredible friends at that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO, next post will be about them, pictures &amp;amp; what not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how to end this.... this feels awkward.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Sothedrama ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKAY BYE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( ...was that bad? Hehe ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, who am I even asking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, going now, for real this time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6921504207041883184-115912922280084606?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/115912922280084606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/broken-sanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/115912922280084606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/115912922280084606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2011/05/broken-sanity.html' title='Broken sanity'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4UuwLPpeO1c/TcbPtQBxBEI/AAAAAAAABDc/pqhSjMQjyjc/s72-c/145613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-6770034298189005042</id><published>2010-04-20T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T03:35:37.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kind of turn themselves into knives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462164184477472130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S82BYtCkFYI/AAAAAAAABC8/lUe9-_uVAKw/s320/jagpreet3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the best laa! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he said this : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462164755042206562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S82B56jzA2I/AAAAAAAABDE/KxHcmNCrNRc/s320/jagpreet4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.AM.SO.NOT.A.PUSHOVER&lt;br /&gt;KPleaseThankYou&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/6921504207041883184-6770034298189005042?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6770034298189005042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/04/kind-of-turn-themselves-into-knives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6770034298189005042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6770034298189005042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/04/kind-of-turn-themselves-into-knives.html' title='kind of turn themselves into knives'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S82BYtCkFYI/AAAAAAAABC8/lUe9-_uVAKw/s72-c/jagpreet3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-3154233124019035032</id><published>2010-04-11T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:04:46.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your style is quite selective, though your mind is rather reckless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8J96igkUqI/AAAAAAAABCs/M7lj8cpkBaw/s1600/263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459064142975750818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8J96igkUqI/AAAAAAAABCs/M7lj8cpkBaw/s320/263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm in college now&lt;br /&gt;and my class only starts at 10, and it's like.. 9 now. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god my favourite person decided&lt;br /&gt;to message me :) yayy.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And thank god Ashish decided to come early&lt;br /&gt;to finish his reaction papers.&lt;br /&gt;( Which btw, he isn't doing, cause he's busy facebook stalking .. )&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with mine.&lt;br /&gt;Spent my whole sunday doing it, practically.&lt;br /&gt;What a life..&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm blogging&lt;br /&gt;because I AM&lt;br /&gt;B O R E D.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And HELP's wifi in the morning sucksss -.-&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going for econs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so incredibly lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;And I know econs is going to be&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;boring.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Freshman English 1 is the fun class&lt;br /&gt;but it's also the class with like,&lt;br /&gt;ALOT of work.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, SPM English is like..&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.... at all.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have a 5000 word essay coming up.&lt;br /&gt;;O&lt;br /&gt;Not even a normal essay,&lt;br /&gt;something called a research paper, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing cause this blog post&lt;br /&gt;is so boring&lt;br /&gt;and such a waste of your time..&lt;br /&gt;cause it was written..&lt;br /&gt;to waste MY time.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Byelovelys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459064158150569042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8J97bChrFI/AAAAAAAABC0/0xNkAG6ICpk/s320/497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;PS : I MISS YOU ZORRO BUBBLES AND TIKA :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts have the stars on their side.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts, they just have it so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts just get lucky sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-3154233124019035032?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3154233124019035032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-style-is-quite-selective-though.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/3154233124019035032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/3154233124019035032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-style-is-quite-selective-though.html' title='your style is quite selective, though your mind is rather reckless'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8J96igkUqI/AAAAAAAABCs/M7lj8cpkBaw/s72-c/263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-4283429718515182206</id><published>2010-04-10T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T07:28:09.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>move along, move along, like i know you do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've started college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, not Taylor's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I know.. shocking! Symren Kaur isn't in Taylor's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in HELP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I LOVE IT HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure, the first week I did think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'' What if I went to Taylor's? ''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after getting to know the people there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't regret it one bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Airinna Rasya Ashish Khalil Melody Kal Fabian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You retards aree the best college mates, seriously :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I have just started college &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the fun hasn't even begun, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I'm just happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to those people who say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ADP = All Day Play,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daymm, have you got it wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm always busy doing by assignments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reaction papers, essays, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;studying for quizzes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's CRAZY hectic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's why I haven't blogged for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I also miss secondary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my friendsss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially Nadia, because I haven't seen her in ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been so busy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I think so has she. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CGeLG8L6I/AAAAAAAABCk/nIijBAoUPcI/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458510601309138850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CGeLG8L6I/AAAAAAAABCk/nIijBAoUPcI/s320/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CGd3gY5bI/AAAAAAAABCc/leq5Ujdudnc/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458510596047168946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CGd3gY5bI/AAAAAAAABCc/leq5Ujdudnc/s320/069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CGdlQgpdI/AAAAAAAABCU/oyIHOc2NzOo/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458510591148729810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CGdlQgpdI/AAAAAAAABCU/oyIHOc2NzOo/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CGdA-AXGI/AAAAAAAABCM/dF93e-reS40/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458510581407439970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CGdA-AXGI/AAAAAAAABCM/dF93e-reS40/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CGc0j5EdI/AAAAAAAABCE/saFbrnEADAk/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458510578076684754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CGc0j5EdI/AAAAAAAABCE/saFbrnEADAk/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CFwnq3szI/AAAAAAAABB8/QmkUO1Dr_YA/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458509818702050098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CFwnq3szI/AAAAAAAABB8/QmkUO1Dr_YA/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CFwSZAcOI/AAAAAAAABB0/_D_f2Z9NLJA/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458509812989980898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CFwSZAcOI/AAAAAAAABB0/_D_f2Z9NLJA/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CFwPjJixI/AAAAAAAABBs/A7N6U3RnwZs/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458509812227214098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CFwPjJixI/AAAAAAAABBs/A7N6U3RnwZs/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CFvoIPT2I/AAAAAAAABBk/fXnBoqIVCSQ/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458509801645363042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CFvoIPT2I/AAAAAAAABBk/fXnBoqIVCSQ/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CFvPmNYHI/AAAAAAAABBc/_I7AFgIKWBw/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458509795060179058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CFvPmNYHI/AAAAAAAABBc/_I7AFgIKWBw/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts have the stars on their side.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts, they just have it so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts just get lucky sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6921504207041883184-4283429718515182206?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4283429718515182206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/04/move-along-move-along-like-i-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4283429718515182206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4283429718515182206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/04/move-along-move-along-like-i-know-you.html' title='move along, move along, like i know you do'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S8CGeLG8L6I/AAAAAAAABCk/nIijBAoUPcI/s72-c/071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-1046663874413683892</id><published>2010-03-25T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T06:48:24.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your smile is all i need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a taxi driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I didn't get caught in any traffic jams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I was happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts have the stars on their side.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts, they just have it so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts just get lucky sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-1046663874413683892?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1046663874413683892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-smile-is-all-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1046663874413683892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1046663874413683892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-smile-is-all-i-need.html' title='your smile is all i need'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-6031160655402030283</id><published>2010-03-24T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:44:30.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me go ooooooohhhh laaa laaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6pPHYedNwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/r0j__uKHT3A/s1600/188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452257287133280002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6pPHYedNwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/r0j__uKHT3A/s320/188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Boy : Tell me, what are your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Girl : HMMM, Chocolate! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who asked me about my personal message&lt;br /&gt;THERE.&lt;br /&gt;Get it now?&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate isn't a person!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is...CHOCOLATE.&lt;br /&gt;Reaaaal chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Bye dudes &amp;amp; dudettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts have the stars on their side.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts, they just have it so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts just get lucky sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-6031160655402030283?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6031160655402030283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-make-me-go-ooooooohhhh-laaa-laaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6031160655402030283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6031160655402030283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-make-me-go-ooooooohhhh-laaa-laaaaaa.html' title='you make me go ooooooohhhh laaa laaaaaa'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6pPHYedNwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/r0j__uKHT3A/s72-c/188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-1492834572502067884</id><published>2010-03-24T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:29:19.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jagpreet Singh Sandhu and Felix Chong Wai Ming. The best :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So remember, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my last post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said I was chatting to Jag and Felix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WELL, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after I published THAT post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the conversation got kinda...interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I'm just going to copy paste! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving you a taste of your own medicine, huh Jagpreet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you guys want this post deleted, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause both of ya'll went offline before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually told ya'll what I was going to put in this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and for you...kids out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stop reading now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH who am I kidding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The internet is full of...much worse things anywayss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sym says:&lt;br /&gt;how interestinggggggg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;symren is doing mass com&lt;br /&gt;shes a bimbo&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;jokes!!&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Felix says:&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;dude i wanna watch&lt;br /&gt;gossip girl&lt;br /&gt;so badly..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Felix says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch 90210&lt;br /&gt;i want the whole season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sym says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be the one that changes peoples perspectives of mass com okay.psshh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be the one that changes peoples perspectives of mass com&lt;br /&gt;damn youre gonig to get an actual job?&lt;br /&gt;holy shit..&lt;br /&gt;Groundbreaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sym says:&lt;br /&gt;'' diamlah babi ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;that wa sgood &lt;br /&gt;man symren&lt;br /&gt;when girls&lt;br /&gt;sleep together&lt;br /&gt;do they sleep ni their underwear&lt;br /&gt;cause whenever i crash at felix's&lt;br /&gt;he always makes sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Felix says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;that i have pants n&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;whos at fault here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Felix says:&lt;br /&gt;but YOU DONT BITCH&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck you i try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Felix says:&lt;br /&gt;you nvr do listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sym says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;and thats all that matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Felix says:&lt;br /&gt;trying is not lying under my sheets&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;lol i was tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sym says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;i changed my mind, i'm blogging about THIS instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;mother.f...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Felix says:&lt;br /&gt;damnn&lt;br /&gt;thanks jag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we just got into her "blog" again&lt;br /&gt;lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;raperaped&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sym says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and for the record&lt;br /&gt;no, we do not sleep in our underwear -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Felix says:&lt;br /&gt;awww&lt;br /&gt;fck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;well shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Felix says:&lt;br /&gt;now you just killed me dream&lt;br /&gt;OOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;there goes&lt;br /&gt;all my plans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sym says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;not all the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Felix says:&lt;br /&gt;not all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Felix says:&lt;br /&gt;there it goes&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;all the time..&lt;br /&gt;so there are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sym says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS ARE SO EASY LA.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ohmygod..boys..-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i was kiddinggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;see feix&lt;br /&gt;we're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sym says:&lt;br /&gt;you are.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Felix says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;haters everywhere.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TADAA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, by the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This conversation was like a joke to us okay! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't care what Jagpreet said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO HATERS on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts have the stars on their side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts, they just have it so easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts just get lucky sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-1492834572502067884?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1492834572502067884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/jagpreet-singh-sandhu-and-felix-chong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1492834572502067884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1492834572502067884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/jagpreet-singh-sandhu-and-felix-chong.html' title='Jagpreet Singh Sandhu and Felix Chong Wai Ming. The best :)'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-1574256741899594158</id><published>2010-03-24T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:31:51.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and she knows how to rock and roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452201977233170290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6ocz7CqX3I/AAAAAAAAA_c/OcenI5f_twQ/s320/1284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HI WORLD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I came online today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having absolutely no idea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what to blog about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i still wanted to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was super bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told Jagpreet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to give me an ideaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he said, go check out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felix's FB profile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then I figured, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felix probably wouldn't like it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if I blog about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to blog about something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BURST YOUR BUBBLE, DIDN'T I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont bother checking now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank god Jagpreet already knows what it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause if not, he would probably &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;call me such a girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for saying something, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then not finishing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know it's true, yo ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYWAYS, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was having such a bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGE fight with my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not taking diploma anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably going to do my foundation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then my sister &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we did some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*** shopping :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheered me up, for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then I come back home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I start chatting to Jag &amp;amp; Felix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're both really fun to chat to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when you're chatting to em in one conversation, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you KNOW you're going to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was basically how my day went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Started out really bad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went on to be pretty damn good :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HMM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow for breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm planning to meet up with the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in Thurkhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been ages since we had our girly time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know if it's still on or not though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because SOMEBODDYYYY can't make up her mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYWAYS, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wrote this post ages ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and abandoned it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause someone special came online!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I wanted to talk to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I'm too lazy to continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Plus, he's still online. Hehe )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BYE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6oc07xAMiI/AAAAAAAAA_s/wU0xXe6LT58/s1600/937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452201994607407650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6oc07xAMiI/AAAAAAAAA_s/wU0xXe6LT58/s320/937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts have the stars on their side.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts, they just have it so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts just get lucky sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-1574256741899594158?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1574256741899594158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-she-knows-how-to-rock-and-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1574256741899594158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1574256741899594158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-she-knows-how-to-rock-and-roll.html' title='and she knows how to rock and roll'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6ocz7CqX3I/AAAAAAAAA_c/OcenI5f_twQ/s72-c/1284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-857143044430766350</id><published>2010-03-23T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:32:30.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be there for you, because you're there for me too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6kWXTGjS8I/AAAAAAAAA_M/rgVioXmZxEc/s1600-h/1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451913413429251010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6kWXTGjS8I/AAAAAAAAA_M/rgVioXmZxEc/s320/1060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate Famous Amos cookies&lt;br /&gt;Today I taught my sister Additional Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;Today I did my French homework&lt;br /&gt;Today I talked to a friend on the phone for hours&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a decent conversation with my father&lt;br /&gt;Today I told my ex-tuition teacher I'm going to start..baking&lt;br /&gt;Today I attempted to read a book called ' Eating Peaches '&lt;br /&gt;Today I realised my puppy is now bigger than my dog&lt;br /&gt;Today, that puppy, opened the front door by herself..again&lt;br /&gt;Today I had an hour long shower&lt;br /&gt;Today I sang and sucked at it..as always&lt;br /&gt;Today I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I told my brother I am proud of him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you, Kesh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451913421732790610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6kWXyCRQVI/AAAAAAAAA_U/RIFgo9wFTeo/s320/959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why?Well, just because I can :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, that, and Nadia ditched me. Heh, kidding ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Productive day, what say you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts have the stars on their side.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts, they just have it so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts just get lucky sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-857143044430766350?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/857143044430766350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-be-there-for-you-because-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/857143044430766350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/857143044430766350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-be-there-for-you-because-youre.html' title='i&apos;ll be there for you, because you&apos;re there for me too'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6kWXTGjS8I/AAAAAAAAA_M/rgVioXmZxEc/s72-c/1060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-505822642442821417</id><published>2010-03-22T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:47:26.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know i can take it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6eLRn0PSBI/AAAAAAAAA-0/gcn-X_Hf3No/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451479008817399826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6eLRn0PSBI/AAAAAAAAA-0/gcn-X_Hf3No/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dudes &amp;amp; dudettes&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my old blog posts&lt;br /&gt;and I realised&lt;br /&gt;that I used to blog about&lt;br /&gt;Felix Chong Wai Ming&lt;br /&gt;so often.&lt;br /&gt;He's one of my very best friends.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;this boy&lt;br /&gt;gives the best advice everrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you , loser :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;He got straight A's for SPM.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is super proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The same boy&lt;br /&gt;who thought&lt;br /&gt;MIA was Made In Asia.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the six of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NNAFAS + ?JEMAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only they understand that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, since I don't know what else to blog about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll tell you guys what my 5 Sejahtera friends are doing :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because there's too many if i want to name all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i'll narrow it down to my class last year ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadia is going to start college soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's going to do Foundation in Science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicholas is in MCKL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's doing his A Levels there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felix is in Taylor's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's doing SAM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aarif is going to start college in April. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foundation in Arts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiman just finished this Japanese program thingy in UNITEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure what he's going to do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christine is in Taylor's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's doing SAM as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sumeetha is waiting on a scholarship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May kee is in TARC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's doing A Levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sathess is going to start college in a few months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foundation in Science, he wants to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sum is in UTAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foundation in Science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're in 5 S, and I didn't put up your name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's cause I don't know what you guys are doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, tell me? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're still in high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you're reading this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then enjoy every second with your friends now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let silly fights get in the way of anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you're going to miss em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like hell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after SPM is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I was on the phone with Sue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she said to write smtg about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, i'm writing..this :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry la babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do love you though :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done now. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;Loves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts have the stars on their side.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts, they just have it so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts just get lucky sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-505822642442821417?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/505822642442821417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-i-can-take-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/505822642442821417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/505822642442821417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-i-can-take-it.html' title='you know i can take it'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6eLRn0PSBI/AAAAAAAAA-0/gcn-X_Hf3No/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-110959457596238225</id><published>2010-03-22T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:33:26.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the stars go blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6d5JnEwWtI/AAAAAAAAA-s/_lUokBUkTvg/s1600-h/PB220075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451459079969987282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6d5JnEwWtI/AAAAAAAAA-s/_lUokBUkTvg/s320/PB220075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lyrics to this song is ... love  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See for yourself (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--No , I'm NOT emo. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never promised you a ray of light, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never promised there'd be sunshine everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give you everything I have, the good, the bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do you put me on a pedestal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so up high that I can't see the ground below, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So help me down you've got it wrong, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't belong there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing is clear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear a halo, I wear a halo when you look at me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But standing from here,you wouldn't say so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you wouldn't say so, if you were me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I, I just wanna love you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh oh I, I just wanna love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always said that I would make mistakes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm only human, and that’s my saving grace, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fall as hard as I try &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So don't be blinded &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See me as I really am, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have flaws and sometimes I even sin, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so pull me from that pedestal, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't belong there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing is clear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wear a halo, I wear a halo when you look at me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But standing from here, you wouldn't say so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you wouldn't say so, if you were me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I, I just wanna love you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh oh I, I just wanna love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why you think that you know me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But In your eyes I am something above you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s only in your mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wear a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wear a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wear a Halo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing is clear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wear a halo, I wear a halo when you look at me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But standing from here, you wouldn't say so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you wouldn't say so, if you were me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I, I just wanna love you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh oh I, I just wanna love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haaaa ha-ha halo (x9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haley James Scott- Halo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One Tree Hill is simply...the best :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I italic-ed my favourite parts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I have nothing better to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Til next time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts have the stars on their side. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts, they just have it so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts just get lucky sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-110959457596238225?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/110959457596238225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-stars-go-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/110959457596238225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/110959457596238225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-stars-go-blue.html' title='when the stars go blue'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6d5JnEwWtI/AAAAAAAAA-s/_lUokBUkTvg/s72-c/PB220075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-1173539263829032912</id><published>2010-03-21T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T06:42:03.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know it aint easy, but that's okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey world!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I told you i'll be blogging more often!&lt;br /&gt;Haaa ;p&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;As in, not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up feeling like there was a giant elephant&lt;br /&gt;standing on top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Major headache.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i stood up,&lt;br /&gt;I would feel dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No, I wasn't having a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, I ate Mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;and.........went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go shopping today&lt;br /&gt;But, I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just updating my blog, because i am so unbelievably boredd.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm just gonna upload a few pictures for this blog post then.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to write.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick! Hahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6YglNlm4iI/AAAAAAAAA-c/PilXhaFztqs/s1600-h/393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451080222653211170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6YglNlm4iI/AAAAAAAAA-c/PilXhaFztqs/s320/393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6YgkdX87CI/AAAAAAAAA-U/72T-QFdfHx4/s1600-h/324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451080209711033378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6YgkdX87CI/AAAAAAAAA-U/72T-QFdfHx4/s320/324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6YgkNZahFI/AAAAAAAAA-M/gVzKxP_TOUc/s1600-h/329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451080205422199890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6YgkNZahFI/AAAAAAAAA-M/gVzKxP_TOUc/s320/329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6Ygju66rmI/AAAAAAAAA-E/tzHeTFl9CeY/s1600-h/240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451080197241220706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6Ygju66rmI/AAAAAAAAA-E/tzHeTFl9CeY/s320/240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Some hearts have the stars on their side.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts, they just have it so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts just get lucky sometimes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-1173539263829032912?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1173539263829032912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-it-aint-easy-but-thats-okay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1173539263829032912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1173539263829032912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-it-aint-easy-but-thats-okay.html' title='i know it aint easy, but that&apos;s okay'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6YglNlm4iI/AAAAAAAAA-c/PilXhaFztqs/s72-c/393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-2721427254015093383</id><published>2010-03-20T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:55:10.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the dream, LTD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6TDcCcQDJI/AAAAAAAAA94/8CwD0b1-DVc/s1600-h/1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450696335484259474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6TDcCcQDJI/AAAAAAAAA94/8CwD0b1-DVc/s320/1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I know i haven't blogged in ages.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think anyone still read my blog,&lt;br /&gt;until a couple of people came up to me&lt;br /&gt;and asked me to update it.&lt;br /&gt;That was ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;I never listened, as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;I know i told you guys i would blog about&lt;br /&gt;what i've been up to after SPM&lt;br /&gt;with pictures and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Well honestly, I was going to.&lt;br /&gt;But it's already March&lt;br /&gt;Heck, SPM results are out already.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There's just no point anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm starting fresh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start blogging about&lt;br /&gt;what's going on....now :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've been living the dream since December 9th 09'.&lt;br /&gt;LTD. Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't trade these last few months for anything.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Doing what i wanted to do,&lt;br /&gt;going where i wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;Even if that meant going to Australia,&lt;br /&gt;with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I did it.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My Melbourne trip was just...&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's all going to change pretty soon though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a whole new part of my life soon.&lt;br /&gt;March 29th, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;College.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;But i also know that the freedom&lt;br /&gt;i've felt for the last couple of months&lt;br /&gt;would probably go away.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love sleeping when the sun rises&lt;br /&gt;and waking up after my sister gets back from school.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I know as soon as i start college,&lt;br /&gt;that's all going to change.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that i would never get these months back&lt;br /&gt;You know, after SPM, before college&lt;br /&gt;So i sure as hell made the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have time to blog, you see.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My plan now?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm taking diploma in communication&lt;br /&gt;in Taylor's.&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I'm going overseas to do my degree.&lt;br /&gt;After that? Well, we'll see ;p&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;But i sure as hell would be blogging more often ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts have the stars on their side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts, they just have it so easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts just get lucky sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-2721427254015093383?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2721427254015093383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/living-dream-ltd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2721427254015093383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2721427254015093383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2010/03/living-dream-ltd.html' title='Living the dream, LTD'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/S6TDcCcQDJI/AAAAAAAAA94/8CwD0b1-DVc/s72-c/1193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-2683304459513841764</id><published>2009-12-20T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T05:37:55.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>didn't they always say that we were the lucky ones?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sy4oYTdcJuI/AAAAAAAAA9w/1IklODRblRc/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417311799779010274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sy4oYTdcJuI/AAAAAAAAA9w/1IklODRblRc/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HelloHelloo (:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry? Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's cause today, 20.12.2009&lt;br /&gt;is the first day&lt;br /&gt;that I, Symren Kaur,&lt;br /&gt;actually stayed home&lt;br /&gt;since SPM ended.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't even know where to start&lt;br /&gt;So many things have been going on.&lt;br /&gt;It's been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Crazyyyy fun, as well.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely loving my December 2009.&lt;br /&gt;When January starts, all the rajin butts&lt;br /&gt;are going to start college.&lt;br /&gt;And the not so rajin ones ( me! :D )&lt;br /&gt;are going to continue the fun&lt;br /&gt;and/or&lt;br /&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to work (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about where and all afterafter this lah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also picking up french, again.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the language -.-&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Classes start tomorrow morning actually (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt french before&lt;br /&gt;but dude, I forgot alot of it.&lt;br /&gt;Like...alot.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The lady who's teaching me&lt;br /&gt;came to evaluate me &amp;amp; everything on Thursday morning&lt;br /&gt;and she said I would be able to speak french,&lt;br /&gt;like reallyreally speak it&lt;br /&gt;in 3 months!&lt;br /&gt;5 months, tops.&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyy (:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm also going to start dance classes&lt;br /&gt;with Nurul Nadia Sahar&lt;br /&gt;We don't know where yet&lt;br /&gt;or when&lt;br /&gt;but too bad, it's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;I would love to blog about what I've been up to for the past few weeks&lt;br /&gt;but my sister took the camera out today&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to transfer the pictures to my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So how about this?&lt;br /&gt;The next post&lt;br /&gt;would be full of pictures&lt;br /&gt;and all&lt;br /&gt;about what's been going down&lt;br /&gt;since the 8th of December.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if anyone still reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;( I think so? )&lt;br /&gt;Hhaahahah.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;This is more for me anyways ;p&lt;br /&gt;To read back on in the future&lt;br /&gt;and.......remember(:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Next post would be good!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't abandoned blogging completely YET..&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;L.O.V.E.&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/6921504207041883184-2683304459513841764?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2683304459513841764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/12/didnt-they-always-say-that-we-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2683304459513841764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2683304459513841764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/12/didnt-they-always-say-that-we-were.html' title='didn&apos;t they always say that we were the lucky ones?'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sy4oYTdcJuI/AAAAAAAAA9w/1IklODRblRc/s72-c/080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-1870334953208040497</id><published>2009-12-07T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:58:19.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a bittersweet symphony, that's life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've only got one thing to say ..... for now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPM IS OVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;believe it or not people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't exactly feel &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this also means that &lt;em&gt;SCHOOL IS OVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's bittersweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perfect way to describe the way i'm feeling right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bittersweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll blog more after after after this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe tomorrow or in a few days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i've got things to do ! ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;off to pavi now :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye my sexy readers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed you guys! heheeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-1870334953208040497?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1870334953208040497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-bittersweet-symphony-thats-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1870334953208040497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1870334953208040497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-bittersweet-symphony-thats-life.html' title='it&apos;s a bittersweet symphony, that&apos;s life'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-6808821114110507594</id><published>2009-10-27T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:37:24.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because i have to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well incase you haven't noticed yet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i haven't blogged since.. like ages ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i am just here to officially say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you guys can stop viewing my blog now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... til december 8th, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause that's when SPM ends. i reallyreallyreallyreally can't wait! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so bye guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come back in december?? hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;good luck for SPM, everyone..in advance (:&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/6921504207041883184-6808821114110507594?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6808821114110507594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-i-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6808821114110507594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6808821114110507594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-i-have-to.html' title='because i have to'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-5999780653766565186</id><published>2009-10-10T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:00:15.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if loving you with all my heart's a crime, then i'm guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390983852636629090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCfQFZF6GI/AAAAAAAAA9g/w-hSGr7bqO8/s320/DSC04112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;hey!&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i went out with my mummy!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it was great&lt;br /&gt;just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;really made our day better (:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;my mum and i&lt;br /&gt;haven't gone out&lt;br /&gt;... just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;since titanic came out in the cinemas&lt;br /&gt;ages ago!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we watched titanic together, btw&lt;br /&gt;haha, i sat on her lap&lt;br /&gt;hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh which reminds me&lt;br /&gt;i watched titanic on astro again the other day&lt;br /&gt;such a good movie&lt;br /&gt;beautiful story&lt;br /&gt;rose is pretty (: ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;my mum and i shopped.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;walked around KLCC&lt;br /&gt;shopping&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;later we went to chili's&lt;br /&gt;she had a margarita&lt;br /&gt;and i had coke -.-&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;talked for ageeees&lt;br /&gt;and then decided we didn't want to go home yet&lt;br /&gt;so we watched a movie&lt;br /&gt;surrogates! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it was not baddddd la.&lt;br /&gt;expected more.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. haha&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;after the movie&lt;br /&gt;my sister met up with us&lt;br /&gt;cause she was there too&lt;br /&gt;with her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so we all went home together&lt;br /&gt;and tadaaaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha, after that i camwhored in my room! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* that explains the picture above :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good good day. ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ohh ohhhhh ohhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;nadia came over at 1.30 in the morning yesterday&lt;br /&gt;to pass me some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;thank you babe&lt;br /&gt;i owe you one&lt;br /&gt;love youuu! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a few days ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dragged kakak out with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehehe (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love walking at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think it's the bombb! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's dangerous if i go alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah. ahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures from my awesome day out with my mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my awesome walk at night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are below ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390983833232112034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCfO9GseaI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ADW0rQys3Qw/s320/DSC04104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loove this (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCfPRRY1UI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/shMGTn5wpsM/s1600-h/DSC04105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390983838645671234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCfPRRY1UI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/shMGTn5wpsM/s320/DSC04105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha, dont ask -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCfOMgb1YI/AAAAAAAAA9I/MZd8WCM4N9Q/s1600-h/DSC04103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390983820186736002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCfOMgb1YI/AAAAAAAAA9I/MZd8WCM4N9Q/s320/DSC04103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; simmi : mum, make a silly face!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCfNno96DI/AAAAAAAAA9A/QJIaj3J5Y5I/s1600-h/DSC04101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390983810290411570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCfNno96DI/AAAAAAAAA9A/QJIaj3J5Y5I/s320/DSC04101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love youuuuuuuu so very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCbhY7RR5I/AAAAAAAAA84/pf0vJgxV_Ak/s1600-h/DSC04100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390979751891519378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCbhY7RR5I/AAAAAAAAA84/pf0vJgxV_Ak/s320/DSC04100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and i know you love me tooooo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCbg3HdIbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2xNtQ8PtBCc/s1600-h/DSC04094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390979742815822258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCbg3HdIbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2xNtQ8PtBCc/s320/DSC04094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isn't she gorgeous? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCbf5V54fI/AAAAAAAAA8g/IrrCsf9Cy6E/s1600-h/DSC04074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390979726233428466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCbf5V54fI/AAAAAAAAA8g/IrrCsf9Cy6E/s320/DSC04074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak : adikkk! gilaaa la adik nii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCbfLROaSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ewzw0MqvtKY/s1600-h/DSC04072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390979713865771298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCbfLROaSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ewzw0MqvtKY/s320/DSC04072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390979735128449266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCbgaepIPI/AAAAAAAAA8o/GdoEZW1DWAo/s320/DSC04083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh, i wanted to see how long my hair was.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ahhahaha (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bye everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;es que tu mem :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-5999780653766565186?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/5999780653766565186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-loving-you-with-all-my-hearts-crime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5999780653766565186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5999780653766565186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-loving-you-with-all-my-hearts-crime.html' title='if loving you with all my heart&apos;s a crime, then i&apos;m guilty'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/StCfQFZF6GI/AAAAAAAAA9g/w-hSGr7bqO8/s72-c/DSC04112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-1416613958961915423</id><published>2009-10-08T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T03:06:30.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but just maybe, halaka ukulele</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390161204277779378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Ss2zDpcRm7I/AAAAAAAAA6A/ty-NfPUEbtw/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;second update today! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abandoned my blog, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's gonna be like this til december probably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just a few updates here and there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SPM, need i say more? ahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my uncle came down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from england &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we all met up yesterday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my aunty's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gave me a chance to annoy sheena kaur sidhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nahh, it's always fun when i'm with that girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and her room people, is so cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;full of posters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like, everywhereeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i took pictures of it, dont worry. ahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390162302342411666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Ss20DkDSNZI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Vlp_Wk-OkHw/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390163335680539394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Ss20_tiSuwI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/zjVqoiFSW1w/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390162333177522594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Ss20FW68qaI/AAAAAAAAA7I/c7TeuGeW4OI/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390162323018914146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Ss20ExE8mWI/AAAAAAAAA7A/VBNxB0mnJ5g/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;she is in love with tyson ritter ( as you probably can see from the posters above )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... because of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;introduced her to the all american rejects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she's like addicted right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she literally loves him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390161225639543074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Ss2zE5BUQSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/SLGq6Qsr_qw/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha, that's her computers wallpaper..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheena, sheena. ahhahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont blame her though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think tyson ritter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is veryythesexyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he isn't good looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he doesn't have a good body ( scrawny asss! ;p ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there's something about him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's his personality &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his charm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his i-dont-give-a-shit-about-what-people-think-of-me attitude &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he doesn't need the body &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or the looks, if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... and sheena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am not obsessed like she is though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sim : so sheen, who you crushing on? same guy? ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheena : ......tyson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahaha. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures below &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are just some pictures of meeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... camwhoring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sheena's awesome house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aaand a picture of my mummy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahhahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so if you dont wanna see, stop reading.. NOW! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next update? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no idea when! heh heh heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont worry though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as soon as december comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, december 8th, that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would probably not be able &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to STOP updating my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeeyouuu! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Ss22XKNC87I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/A1OCdOsDpoc/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390164838024672178" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Ss2zECZVMWI/AAAAAAAAA6I/m16dz0jQEis/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6921504207041883184-1416613958961915423?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1416613958961915423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-just-maybe-halaka-ukulele.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1416613958961915423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1416613958961915423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-just-maybe-halaka-ukulele.html' title='but just maybe, halaka ukulele'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Ss2zDpcRm7I/AAAAAAAAA6A/ty-NfPUEbtw/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-8227414497565475410</id><published>2009-10-08T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:32:31.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just take it easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hi kesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know you dont read my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm going to call you and make you read this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahahaha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss you so very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss getting annoyed because of your silly antics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you believe it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss getting tickled til i fall off the chair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss my hair getting pulled because i wont change the channel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( it never really hurt.....i lied ;p ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the stories you tell me about the stupid things you and your friends do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.. the stories about the fights you get into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..... and what you do to get out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss having that person to talk to when everyone else at home is sleeping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss NOT being the most ' responsible ' teenager in the house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the sucky songs you used to download and make us listen to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss having to force you to get up in the AFTERNOON &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss you scolding me everytime i cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss playing hockey with you at home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....yeah, i miss losing. haha(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know you know i miss you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know you miss me too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just felt like typing this post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.. as today IS your birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss my older brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just because.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm glad you were the first one to wish me on my birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm glad i was the first one to wish you on yours ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come home in december, you better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your sister,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VASH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* inside joke! :D *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-8227414497565475410?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8227414497565475410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-take-it-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/8227414497565475410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/8227414497565475410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-take-it-easy.html' title='just take it easy'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-5812652648162397176</id><published>2009-10-01T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T04:37:20.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heads we will and tails we'll try again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsSNEMUbqYI/AAAAAAAAA54/OUOM1bvnnFc/s1600-h/1_241815135l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387586157407873410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsSNEMUbqYI/AAAAAAAAA54/OUOM1bvnnFc/s320/1_241815135l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsSNDw5VqRI/AAAAAAAAA5w/1-G4FU1GyNI/s1600-h/DSC03377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387586150046476562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsSNDw5VqRI/AAAAAAAAA5w/1-G4FU1GyNI/s320/DSC03377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsSNDQeW5jI/AAAAAAAAA5o/61iD7aoC0_M/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387586141343376946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsSNDQeW5jI/AAAAAAAAA5o/61iD7aoC0_M/s320/DSC01079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) What’s their name? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sumeetha bala kumar :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2) Does he or she have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Do you get along with this person all the time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeap! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) How old is the person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seventeen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Has he/she ever cooked for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, we cook TOGETHER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Is this person the same age as you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Have you ever kissed this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* grins* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahah on the cheek la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Have you ever laughed for longer than 2 minutes in a row with this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course! all the daym time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Are you related to this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sisters! but shh, nobody knows yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Are you really close to him/her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;verytheclose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Nickname?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* not going to anwer this question :D *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) Do they have a nickname for you?&lt;br /&gt;* not going to answer this question *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) Have you and this person been outside the country?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not yet. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you think they will repost this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no possible way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) Could you live with this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) Why did you pick this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause she's the only one of my close friends who doesn't read my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) How long have you known this person?&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we have been friends since standard 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) What's your favourite thing to do with this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... talk. we have so much fun. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19) Can you name one favorite memory with this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably the time we got caught by the police hugging in the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... at midnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahaha. ( it's really not how it sounds ;p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) Have you ever joint bought something?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, helluva lot of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;21) If you ever moved away would you miss this person?&lt;br /&gt;tremendously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22) Have you ever written a song with this person?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23) Have you ever done something really stupid or illegal with this person?&lt;br /&gt;nope......not yet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24) How many piercings does this person have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just her ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25) Would you date this person’s siblings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her siblings are girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...need i say more? ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26) Have you ever made something with this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27) Have you ever cried with this person?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;28)Have you and this person ever got into a fight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, we didn't talk for a year in primary school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ever since we patched thing up, nopeee! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29) Have you gone skinny dipping with this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;30) Write something only they will understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thriceeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31) What's something special you share?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHAHHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*shhhhh * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32) What's the nicest thing they've ever given you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too many to name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33)Have you ever worn this person’s clothes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesssss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34) What's this person's favorite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anything that's not meat.. now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35) If it was “freaky friday” would you switch bodies with this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhhh... i suppose so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36) Have you ever heard this person sing?&lt;br /&gt;oh... yeahhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37) Do you and this person frequently get drunk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38) Have you ever stolen anything from this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39) Have you ever danced with this person?&lt;br /&gt;haha, yessssss :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40) If this person were a colour, what would they be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for some reason the colour blue really stands out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41) Whens the next time you will see this person? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow. in class ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43) If you could spend a day anywhere in the world with this person, where would you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm thinking ice skating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i dont ask for much :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44.) What are you looking forward to be doing with this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, ask me after SPM. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45)What makes this person feel happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kick ass results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46) Do you and this person talk alot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... alot would be an understatement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47) Can you describe this person in one word?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i wouldn't dare type it here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so...no? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48)If you were to make a film of this person's life, what would you call it?&lt;br /&gt;... i'm stumped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49) Have you and this person got into a fist fight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thank god, cause she would def kick my buttt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50) Do you want to go shopping with this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesssss! it's been toooo long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51) Do you want to be friends with them forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ever and ever and ever&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/6921504207041883184-5812652648162397176?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/5812652648162397176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/10/heads-we-will-and-tails-well-try-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5812652648162397176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5812652648162397176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/10/heads-we-will-and-tails-well-try-again.html' title='heads we will and tails we&apos;ll try again'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsSNEMUbqYI/AAAAAAAAA54/OUOM1bvnnFc/s72-c/1_241815135l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-2056899661776978559</id><published>2009-09-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:30:07.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i walk around with little wings on my shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow is the JPA exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well..today actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i haven't studied &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am really addicted to ' why dont you and i ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chad &amp;amp; santana's version&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sooooo nice, omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think that's my new favourite song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was just thinking right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how an sms can make you sound &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much happier than they actually are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just add a few ' hahahahaha' and ' lol ''s &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and people would never know something is wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, some do ( i dont know how ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you catch my drift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was messaging someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i sounded really.. ' hyper ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like, myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but honestly i wasn't feeling too good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just thinking about alot of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things not even worth thinking about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i suppose maybe that could be the reason i didn't really study? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that and the fact that i dont see the point in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupid, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;christine is about the only person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who knows what's bothering me right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that's cause she has gone through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the exact same thing, almost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so she gets it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm off to bed now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and in a few hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;off to face the wrath of the biology exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh heh heh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i actually dont feel...scared? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is symren kaur growing up, or what?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-2056899661776978559?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2056899661776978559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-walk-around-with-little-wings-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2056899661776978559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2056899661776978559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-walk-around-with-little-wings-on-my.html' title='i walk around with little wings on my shoes'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-8890021999057208149</id><published>2009-09-29T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:33:04.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because maybe, you're going to be the one that saves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsHFuO_29kI/AAAAAAAAA5g/8je3_lawEu0/s1600-h/DSC04001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386804027402417730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsHFuO_29kI/AAAAAAAAA5g/8je3_lawEu0/s320/DSC04001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can you say birthday kiss? ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the sixteenth birthday&lt;br /&gt;of a veryvery special person(:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, my darling.&lt;br /&gt;you mean everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;i love you with all my heart!&lt;br /&gt;... and maybe more.hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my sister is finally sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so at twelve sharp, midnight&lt;br /&gt;on the 29th of September 2009i gave her a big hug&lt;br /&gt;and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and wished her happy birthday.:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;before that&lt;br /&gt;at around 11.50 pm&lt;br /&gt;i pulled her up to my room!&lt;br /&gt;( heh heh heh )&lt;br /&gt;and so&lt;br /&gt;i was like ' ten minutes ten minutes! '&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and randomly started jumping on the bed!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and she starts jumping toooo!&lt;br /&gt;it was alot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;we broke my bed though ;O&lt;br /&gt;...sorta la.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she fell off&lt;br /&gt;and kononnya ' sprained her ankle '&lt;br /&gt;(...not really )&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i loved every second of it&lt;br /&gt;she did too.&lt;br /&gt;we didn't stop jumping til 12!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and we took silly pictures&lt;br /&gt;alot of em.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm banned from uploading them&lt;br /&gt;because it's abit tooooooo silly.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna upload the sane enough ones&lt;br /&gt;( there weren't alot ;p )&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so i wished her&lt;br /&gt;FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;and then she got a call from her boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;who claims he was first&lt;br /&gt;and so were like fighting now&lt;br /&gt;cause i say i'm first&lt;br /&gt;and he says he's first...&lt;br /&gt;(.... i'm first... reallyyyy ;p )&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;it's funny though&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;i got a bunch of her friends&lt;br /&gt;just a few&lt;br /&gt;and at 12.30&lt;br /&gt;they came and suprised her!&lt;br /&gt;with cake and everything.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;with 2 cakes actually! ;p&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she really was suprised.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;everyone left at around 2 ...ish.&lt;br /&gt;and i was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;so was she, i think.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;somehow my sister and i managed to like&lt;br /&gt;go down to the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;and just sit there&lt;br /&gt;and talk for sooooo long.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about so many things.&lt;br /&gt;and we didn't really want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i love my sister so very much&lt;br /&gt;i think she's just the awesomest.&lt;br /&gt;best anyone could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;i really do believe that.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so kirendeep kaur&lt;br /&gt;happy 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;you know i love you more than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* what would i do without you? *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386800031024373074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsHCFnVFXVI/AAAAAAAAA5A/l-3iM3mSbZM/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386800023867311794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsHCFMqtRrI/AAAAAAAAA44/ihqoR0PHvEs/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386800046335222466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsHCGgXeYsI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/-F-oFX9AHtI/s320/DSC04004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps : i KNOW i have a hot sister ;p &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hhahaha :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-8890021999057208149?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8890021999057208149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-maybe-youre-going-to-be-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/8890021999057208149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/8890021999057208149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-maybe-youre-going-to-be-one.html' title='because maybe, you&apos;re going to be the one that saves me'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsHFuO_29kI/AAAAAAAAA5g/8je3_lawEu0/s72-c/DSC04001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-7475791174267688071</id><published>2009-09-28T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:32:33.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so hi :D&lt;br /&gt;...... wait, that sounded wrong.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;soooo, heyy!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so guess what guess what guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;i was the 9999th visitor of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;heheeeeee&lt;br /&gt;wait, that's not entirely the truth.&lt;br /&gt;i was the 9998th visitor.&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised that&lt;br /&gt;9999 is a cooler number.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so i refreshed the page once!&lt;br /&gt;and tadaaaaaa :D&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386432465879314482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsBzygdeMDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/8rExunalCnE/s320/DSC03997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;thank you readers&lt;br /&gt;for reading my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( i think i've said this before LOL ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i wonder who was the 10,000th visitor.&lt;br /&gt;if it was YOU,&lt;br /&gt;tell me tell me!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna know. ahahha&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know why i wanna know :/&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways&lt;br /&gt;i was in the middle of writing this post&lt;br /&gt;when jagpreet showed me this really cool emoticon on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;......his face.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's so cool&lt;br /&gt;cause like,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to do it yet.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i suppose once it actually do know&lt;br /&gt;IF i actually do know&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't seem that cool anymore.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just a total idiot who didn't know&lt;br /&gt;how to&lt;br /&gt;' printscreen '&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;thanks john lennon :D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;it's after school.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;and sleepy&lt;br /&gt;but i dont feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsBzy0ELszI/AAAAAAAAA4w/rEt8drV5IXM/s1600-h/oh+my+jag+%3BO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386432471141954354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsBzy0ELszI/AAAAAAAAA4w/rEt8drV5IXM/s320/oh+my+jag+%3BO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;incase you're like, a total idiot like me ( ......just kidding :D )&lt;br /&gt;you gotta click the picture&lt;br /&gt;...it zooms :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-7475791174267688071?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7475791174267688071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-moon-hits-your-eye-like-big-pizza_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/7475791174267688071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/7475791174267688071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-moon-hits-your-eye-like-big-pizza_28.html' title='when the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SsBzygdeMDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/8rExunalCnE/s72-c/DSC03997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-6011713827284751473</id><published>2009-09-26T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:16:07.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time to run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is a long post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and could be about something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you dont want to read about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or think it's not true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so if you're going to judge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please stop reading now(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;felix asked me the other day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have you ever asked yourself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' who is symren kaur? ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of course i went on to say really stupid things to his question &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then i really thought about it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who is symren kaur?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldn't find an answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking long and hard about it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( i didn't exactly have better things to do lol )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so all you readers out there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ask yourself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is * insert your name here * ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and dammit, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're lucky if you find an answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and felix! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you're reading this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you want to ' copyright ' your question or wtvr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me to delete this post, then! heheeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another thing right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i asked felix &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have you ever wondered who your real friends are? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i ask myself that question so often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know who my friends are, of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it baffles me, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like how one minute &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you think that so and so is your best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the whole world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then like the next year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you change classes or whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he/ she just suddenly isn't as close to you anymore? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or when you have a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a fight about something so stupid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that just makes you not talk to the person anymore? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when and if this happens right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just think to myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that person was never my best friend, then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause to me, a best friend, or even a close friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can last a lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know for a fact that's true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i see it around me all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have a few friends now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i know &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;my best friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( just a few, not alot.. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those people that i'm not so close to anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well hey, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's fine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i know we never were &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;best friends to begin with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, sounds so.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;discouraging? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i just think it's true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like how you're friends with someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because you have to be friends with that person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like being in the same class or something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then the next year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you're not in the same class anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're just not as close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or not close at all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to that person anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's not what i call a best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or even a close friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for being so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;negative &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's just something ive been thinking alot about lately &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i suppose it's cause of uncle izam coming down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and things like that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just wonder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if something like a fight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or changing classes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or ' not liking your friends attitude ' anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can just cause you to not be close anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then what would &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life after SPM be like? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we dont exactly have a reason to see each other everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the reason to alot of us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has always been school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but without that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with new friends, college friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a new life, practically &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder which friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would be the ones that would still be my friends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not just my friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my close friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and which friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would be the ones that just dont give a shit anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which friends would think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' hey what's the use of keeping in touch? i got new friends ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....................which friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know a few of my friends now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that probably would have that kinda attitude next year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i also know a few &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that would definitely, without a doubt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still be as close to me next year, and nextnext year etcetc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as they are to me this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i think i've found the answer to my question &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... i think i found the answer after writing this blog post actually &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought about it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know who my real friends are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are the ones that i've had fights with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and can laugh about it now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are the ones that i have known for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and still have so many things to talk about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are the ones that have gone overseas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still talk to me the way they used to when they were in malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are the ones that i can call in the middle of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just because i felt lonely..or bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are the ones that i have no trouble asking for help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i know they wouldn't mind..at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am so lucky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to have friends like you guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because &lt;em&gt;honestly speaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know so many people that dont &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they actually know it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and talk to me about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hence, this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-6011713827284751473?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6011713827284751473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-time-to-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6011713827284751473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6011713827284751473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-time-to-run.html' title='it&apos;s time to run'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-252209368730698970</id><published>2009-09-26T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T04:02:27.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>does anybody know the way to atlantis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sr3z2n-iPMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/6zN0SThWWJ0/s1600-h/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385728849174740162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sr3z2n-iPMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/6zN0SThWWJ0/s320/DSC02815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss nadia sahar!&lt;br /&gt;haven't seen her in like so longgg.&lt;br /&gt;not cool.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ohh, she came back from kedah today&lt;br /&gt;yayyy! :D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she better come to tuition tomorrow, i tell you&lt;br /&gt;( i know she's reading this )&lt;br /&gt;heheheehhe.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;just being random(:&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/6921504207041883184-252209368730698970?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/252209368730698970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/does-anybody-know-way-to-atlantis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/252209368730698970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/252209368730698970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/does-anybody-know-way-to-atlantis.html' title='does anybody know the way to atlantis?'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sr3z2n-iPMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/6zN0SThWWJ0/s72-c/DSC02815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-6716429502177394465</id><published>2009-09-25T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:17:34.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V is very, very extraordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385654510498809058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sr2wPi1DBOI/AAAAAAAAA3w/i9C3yZVgzSU/s320/DSC03982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;monday, tuesday, wednesday and thursday&lt;br /&gt;friday, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, saturday to sunday&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hey :D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well it's saturday&lt;br /&gt;my bumming day went from being on sundays&lt;br /&gt;to saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to be bumming around my house today&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing, literally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( hahahahaha, cause i ' cant ' )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well i have tuition today&lt;br /&gt;....sooon&lt;br /&gt;and i'm actually looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i like my add maths classes&lt;br /&gt;i just dont like the physics ones&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;i wanna blog about my thursday night out&lt;br /&gt;with my sister&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we were really bored at home&lt;br /&gt;and so we decided to go out (:&lt;br /&gt;since i didn't feel like ranjau-ing very far&lt;br /&gt;we went to TGIF&lt;br /&gt;to eat fajitas.&lt;br /&gt;yummmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and so right&lt;br /&gt;the thing i love the most&lt;br /&gt;about going out with my sister&lt;br /&gt;and only my sister&lt;br /&gt;is that&lt;br /&gt;i can act most like myself&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm not worried about what she's thinking&lt;br /&gt;.........at all&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;if she doesn't like the way i am&lt;br /&gt;screw it la&lt;br /&gt;she kinda has to love me no matter what kan?&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways&lt;br /&gt;we were having alot of fun&lt;br /&gt;taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;acting retarded&lt;br /&gt;and at one point we couldn't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;.... just couldn't&lt;br /&gt;it was greaaaaaaaat&lt;br /&gt;really needed that ' sister ' day&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner&lt;br /&gt;we walked around wangsa walk&lt;br /&gt;hand in hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my sister asks me&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim, dyu think people would think we were sisters or like.. a couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;well, i hope they think the latter. heh heh heh! * puts arm around shoulder *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;exactly babyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;it was a much needed night out&lt;br /&gt;we haven't like, really talkedtalked in a while&lt;br /&gt;and that day we just couldn't stop&lt;br /&gt;it was like how our little ' sleepovers ' used to be&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;my sister and i&lt;br /&gt;are verytheclose&lt;br /&gt;and we know literally everything about each other&lt;br /&gt;and i love her more than anything in this world&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eventhough sometimes we have really big fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( ala the time in KFC with nicholas LOL )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;cause &lt;em&gt;carik-carik bulu ayam, lama-lama bercantum juga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;did i just use a malay peribahasa correctly?&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahaha, that's a first&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt; if i didn't use it right, too bad, dont tell me. ahhaha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'll upload most of the pictures on facebook&lt;br /&gt;....when i have the time&lt;br /&gt;heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sr2wRe_u-hI/AAAAAAAAA4I/MmPDordxs30/s1600-h/DSC03970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385654543829629458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sr2wRe_u-hI/AAAAAAAAA4I/MmPDordxs30/s320/DSC03970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sr2wQtuMq_I/AAAAAAAAA4A/pxdEZ1S0YvY/s1600-h/DSC03938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385654530602740722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sr2wQtuMq_I/AAAAAAAAA4A/pxdEZ1S0YvY/s320/DSC03938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sr2wQK7hwbI/AAAAAAAAA34/99aF9Zv13cE/s1600-h/DSC03901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385654521263407538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sr2wQK7hwbI/AAAAAAAAA34/99aF9Zv13cE/s320/DSC03901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6921504207041883184-6716429502177394465?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6716429502177394465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/v-is-very-very-extraordinary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6716429502177394465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/6716429502177394465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/v-is-very-very-extraordinary.html' title='V is very, very extraordinary'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sr2wPi1DBOI/AAAAAAAAA3w/i9C3yZVgzSU/s72-c/DSC03982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-7178593227080590560</id><published>2009-09-24T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:36:51.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acting like they're too hot to dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;monday, tuesday, wednesday and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, saturday, saturday to sunday&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hi dudes &amp;amp; dudettes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so guess what&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going for national service&lt;br /&gt;yayy (:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;alot of people didn't think i could do it&lt;br /&gt;but heyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;guess what&lt;br /&gt;... i told you so :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;just now before i went to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;i was chatting to andhu&lt;br /&gt;and the conversation went something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* note the word something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;andhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so you're beginning to not make sense at all, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ohh, you read my blog? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i read your blog everyday at work &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it hilarious sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you make a complete fool outta yourself =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you know since your exams are getting closer, you're getting crazier&lt;br /&gt;i found that out from your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;i do make a complete fool outta myself, huh?&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, that really is how i am though&lt;br /&gt;haha, and i dont mind it one bit ;D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so thanks mr blue skies and cotton candy!&lt;br /&gt;ahha.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my dad is back from australia&lt;br /&gt;yayyy&lt;br /&gt;with chocolates&lt;br /&gt;double yayy!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, fat now okay&lt;br /&gt;hahaha seriouslyseriously.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog more later&lt;br /&gt;.. when i have something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;wait wait&lt;br /&gt;when and IF i have something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;bye darla's~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Srs8X4HXRSI/AAAAAAAAA3o/yfDXwxGtIB0/s1600-h/225522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384964160349488418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Srs8X4HXRSI/AAAAAAAAA3o/yfDXwxGtIB0/s320/225522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Srs8XRmH5YI/AAAAAAAAA3g/2hgEP_obouU/s1600-h/07112007(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384964150009521538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Srs8XRmH5YI/AAAAAAAAA3g/2hgEP_obouU/s320/07112007(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&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/6921504207041883184-7178593227080590560?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7178593227080590560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/acting-like-they-too-hot-to-dance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/7178593227080590560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/7178593227080590560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/acting-like-they-too-hot-to-dance.html' title='acting like they&apos;re too hot to dance'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Srs8X4HXRSI/AAAAAAAAA3o/yfDXwxGtIB0/s72-c/225522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-2667331498622014604</id><published>2009-09-23T04:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T04:18:20.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am never going to ENVY to cut my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................ever again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my fringe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, that side fringe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the one i've had since form 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is now.. gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have bangs now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHORT bangs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omgg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the dude didn't understand what i said , probably &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TRIM, doesn't mean chop half of it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aaaah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont wanna go to school next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look like a little girl  now -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone mistakens me for someone who's older than seventeen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........all the damn time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be suprised if they even think i'm as old as seventeen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not cool &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AT ALL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-2667331498622014604?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2667331498622014604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/bangs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2667331498622014604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2667331498622014604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/bangs.html' title='bangs'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-3138272397359502211</id><published>2009-09-22T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:32:45.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so do you want to waste five minutes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's late ...ish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i cant sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i hate this feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i have to wake up at 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...because i have tuition &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is there a reason why i cant sleep? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well yes there is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i dont feel like blogging about it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause then it would make it harder for me to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i'm just going to stick &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to this useless post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....me not sleeping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;played guess the sketch for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the game is not bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had to draw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' hair transplant ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' love handles ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought love handles was fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the things people came up with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entertaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although i must say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i suck at the drawing part &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aint so bad at the guessing though :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna play &lt;em&gt;pictionary &lt;/em&gt;now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm good at that.......if i may say so myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it feels like i'm talking to myself now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this feeling is weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ..familiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and omgggg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i'm going to regret posting this up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i'm weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........i dont knw what else to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohh right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm a &lt;em&gt;rockstar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( i know i'm not, but who are you to burst my bubble? hahahaha ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiyo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm going to shut up now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you for reading my nonsense &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you probably had nothing better to do either right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;high five &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know this is FAAAAAR from a kick ass post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still got my rock moves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i'm actually suprised at how stupid i am now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but but but but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still not as bad as &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;who has his finals tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and is still awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no, not studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' taking a break ' , it seems &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i believe you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehe! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think that PINK is awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;incase you're as blur as me, and you still haven't figured that out yet! :&lt;/em&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hhehehehehhehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh. the font doesn't look bad SMALL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alrighty then people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess the last thing i'm going to say is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont kill me for wasting your five minutes(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i have a new thing for italic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, large doesn't look bad either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i said i'm going to stop now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i'm stopping :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know bold doesn't work on my blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.......................................well, i tried stopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone is telling me to get some sleep now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm thinking i should too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont you think so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see, this really is like talking to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i have no ideaaa why the font is still small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bye, for real this time! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( omg, i just thought of aaaaah! real monsters -.- ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-3138272397359502211?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3138272397359502211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-do-you-want-to-waste-five-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/3138272397359502211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/3138272397359502211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-do-you-want-to-waste-five-minutes.html' title='so do you want to waste five minutes?'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-2611943695027185210</id><published>2009-09-22T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:36:10.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pad stealers ;O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;monday, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, wednesday and thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friday, saturday, saturday to sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hi :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had tuition... alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was still really good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause after physics tuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;christine and may kee came by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to my house (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had fun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they haven't come for like ages &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it was reallyreally good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ATE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;facebooked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tried blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ATE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walked to the kedai runcit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ATE.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love those girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they made my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank goodness i spent my day with em &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh oh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are pad stealers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;christine and may kee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they SO ARE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont deny it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know what you did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had mr balvir again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so since my mum was at some &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;small reunion smtg smtg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with her old friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we took a cab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and in tuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may kee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asked me and christine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to go to wangsa walk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on friday, before tuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and our tuition is at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NINE IN THE MORNING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldn't believe those words came outta her mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all couldn't stop laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr balvir didn't mind though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but a few other girls in class did, i'm sure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i dont care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAH ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone kept turning around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking at us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;giving us these weird looks and whatev&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we didn't stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teacher didn't get angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO WHAT? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm still a rockstarrrrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've got my rock moves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dont neeeeeeeeed you . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........... okay, off topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after tuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to christine's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and her dad was going send me home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( so nice of him :D ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he told me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that he would send me home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after i have dinner with them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause he said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was in for a treat :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i suuuure was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he made crab with christine's mum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was sooooooooo good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really was lucky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her family hasn't had crab made for like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;years.. according to her dad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayyy (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just wanted to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chris has such an awesome family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone is sooo nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really made me feel at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since i go there so often &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;christine was like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' this is practically your second home ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's true though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it practically is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;christine is like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the official dish washer in her family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( HAH ;p ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so after dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was off to wash the dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i helped :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eventhough her parents said i dont have to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i still did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didn't mind after that awesome meal (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrjWeSXhgbI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/BWBgfFiYL6M/s1600-h/DSC03873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384289170336350642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrjWeSXhgbI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/BWBgfFiYL6M/s320/DSC03873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrjWd69QXFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/VzF2emZ0jz4/s1600-h/DSC03870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384289164052159570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/pad-stealers-o.html' title='pad stealers ;O'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrjWeSXhgbI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/BWBgfFiYL6M/s72-c/DSC03873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-5108098712808868415</id><published>2009-09-21T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:59:58.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cause if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hiiiiiiii :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched the VMA's today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like FINALLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was so gooood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i've already mentioned what an ass i think kanye is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beyonce &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's like.....myhero -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her performance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was the BOMB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was soooo good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when her performance was over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they showed katy perry pointing to her finger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just like beyonce did &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldn't stop laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;found that hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when she invited taylor swift up to finish her speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just thought that was super nice of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so...gracious? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and lady gaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAAA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she turned into like... an eskimo or smtg. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know what to say la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's talented though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she has a real good voice.. and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and her songs are good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so.. yeah. hahahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eminem and tracy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i find them hilarious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like..seriously! hahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tribute to michael jackson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that was awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;janet jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i find her so brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and such a good dancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooooh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mum right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love her la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was watching the VMA's with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when green day won &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is how the conversation went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mum : green day is the band that sings tell me when september comes right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simmi : mumm, it's wake me up when september ends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahahah (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and also &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were looking at some guy there la &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( i wrote the name down .. but then thought it might be offensive ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simmi : * says smtg offensive * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mum : yeah i know. he looks like count dracula's assistant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kiren : who? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mum : omg simm, she doesn't know who count dracula is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kiren : whoooo?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mum : * starts explaining * .. and he's also called the prince of darkness, educate yourselves! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love my mummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i woke up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...earlier than usual &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and since my laptop is in my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i came online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so my sister saw me on msn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she's like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' you're awake??? ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and soooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i pretended to be someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;using my own account&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she fell for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so funnyy la i tell you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told her in the end though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda had to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted to get out of my room and EATT! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nights people of the world (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-5108098712808868415?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/5108098712808868415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/cause-if-you-liked-it-then-you-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5108098712808868415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5108098712808868415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/cause-if-you-liked-it-then-you-should.html' title='cause if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-4174537611514991289</id><published>2009-09-20T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:21:31.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday, saturday and sunday(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUNDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hi :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before i begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so today is raya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i've been to three houses already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omggg people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the amount of ketupats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and rendangs i've had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel so bloated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such good food i just had to eat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... in every house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heheeee (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's another house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm spose to go to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's the one i'm most looking forward to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good people, good jokes, good foooooooooood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but rest assured though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more rendang &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more ketupat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont think i can handle anymore. ahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;raya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is awesome though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll blog about my saturday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my friday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll start with yesterday....saturday la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had tuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr balvir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from 2.30 to 7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crazy shitt okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was really funny though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr balvir even went out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to 7 eleven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to buy me and christine KIT KAT CHUNKY. hahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we cant believe he did it either :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;christine told me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that she finds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;black and white &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;colourful! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahahahahahahahahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont worry babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to little teeny tiny bits and pieces (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( yes , whatcha going to do about it? ;p ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nadia balik kampung yesterday as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have fun babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( since i now know... that you still read my blog.. all the way in kedah ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you toooooooooo! (:  &lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay so now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friday :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to see uncle izam, as you guys already know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he really is hilarious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and super nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's just awesome la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my mum and him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still get along like super well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after like.. what? 20 years? hahaha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they've been friends since like..high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the fact that after so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they still can get along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amazes me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope it'll be that way too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for my friends and i now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a few friends though.. i just knw it will (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he told me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you have a good group of friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like even just a few &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it doesn't have to be alot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kinda friends who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can call at 3 in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to come and pick you up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because you're drunk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're more than lucky (: hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know i do have those kinda friends already :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383465497515510226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXpWN_7ydI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/TgjA9oaWY-4/s320/DSC03753.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;that's him and my mummy! (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383466857448811378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXqlYJTK3I/AAAAAAAAA1g/y9fFUO-5uwA/s320/DSC03796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he bought me the i love sydney tshirt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awesomeawesomeawesome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's a size S btw. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can you believe it?;O &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right after i left uncle izam's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to tuition &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mrs chua got angry that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omgg, first time i think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was pretty shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aaaaand after that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went swimming with nadia sahar and christine tan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was reallyreally fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we reached kklub &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and decided to have a bite to eat first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since it was drizzling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( i didn't get my fries ): )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so after that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at around nine..ish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we got in the pool &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and talked like idiots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and swam...alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the lifeguard there saw us la &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he made us do some fitness training something something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was really funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause we had to do it last year too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everytime we go swimming there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he would always ask &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gives us ropes and all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we'll all be playing these games &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeing who the winner is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm sooooo not fit okay, omgg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was fun though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nadia chris and i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;said everytime we go swimming now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we would do what he taught us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everytime were sure we would get better at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesss! hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here are the pictures (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXqkrbwp1I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/NxJLa4g8Ye0/s1600-h/DSC03794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383466845446645586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXqkrbwp1I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/NxJLa4g8Ye0/s320/DSC03794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXqkF0hjaI/AAAAAAAAA1I/PaAMDccRaMQ/s1600-h/DSC03789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383466835349966242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXqkF0hjaI/AAAAAAAAA1I/PaAMDccRaMQ/s320/DSC03789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXqjg7lCvI/AAAAAAAAA1A/MWfpifI7pFE/s1600-h/DSC03783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383466825447443186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXqjg7lCvI/AAAAAAAAA1A/MWfpifI7pFE/s320/DSC03783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXpYTj39eI/AAAAAAAAA04/pil0lGNkSIg/s1600-h/DSC03778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383465533368169954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXpYTj39eI/AAAAAAAAA04/pil0lGNkSIg/s320/DSC03778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXpX-Zts3I/AAAAAAAAA0w/OdoRnTmRr1Q/s1600-h/DSC03769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383465527688409970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXpX-Zts3I/AAAAAAAAA0w/OdoRnTmRr1Q/s320/DSC03769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383466854601814306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXqlNihcSI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/92H00hM9lqA/s320/DSC03795.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXpXKSpXxI/AAAAAAAAA0o/B0maFiqv2d8/s1600-h/DSC03768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383465513700122386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXpXKSpXxI/AAAAAAAAA0o/B0maFiqv2d8/s320/DSC03768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXpWi88AlI/AAAAAAAAA0g/gnh1GFFBaIw/s1600-h/DSC03765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383465503140086354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXpWi88AlI/AAAAAAAAA0g/gnh1GFFBaIw/s320/DSC03765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's that? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm going to go raya open house-ing soon...again :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;selamat hari raya again, everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope everyone enjoys themselves! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6921504207041883184-4174537611514991289?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4174537611514991289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-saturday-and-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4174537611514991289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4174537611514991289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-saturday-and-sunday.html' title='friday, saturday and sunday(:'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrXpWN_7ydI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/TgjA9oaWY-4/s72-c/DSC03753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-5661886013074915133</id><published>2009-09-18T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:09:05.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love comes to those who believe it(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrM8TOFDGSI/AAAAAAAAAyo/wEXlmcw1UMw/s1600-h/DSC_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382712280532326690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrM8TOFDGSI/AAAAAAAAAyo/wEXlmcw1UMw/s320/DSC_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; no, that is &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;my middle finger. i was holding my phone(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dad went to australia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to see my brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he didn't take me along ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna see my brother too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;real bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's not fair ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss kathryn too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kathryn went to canada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a few weeks ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss having someone to call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i'm bored at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have that person come right over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( she's my neighbour, btw ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what do i think about the whole kanye west taylor swift drama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i think what kanye west said was true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you cant compare taylor swift and beyonce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what he did &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was disgusting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taylor swift has fans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who think she has good videos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so get over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's not her fault she won. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to ruin someone's moment like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just makes you a jerk, kanye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah sure, you were right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but who the hell does that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she won the award, let her be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you wanted to let beyonce know she should've won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then tell &lt;em&gt;beyonce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you wanted to let the world know that you think beyonce should've won &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then couldn't you find a better time to do it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's just what i think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this post doesn't really have anything to do with the title&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just think it's true, that's  all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love comes to those who &lt;strong&gt;believe&lt;/strong&gt; it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think about it people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know it's true (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....or maybe you dont. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but whatever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think it is! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;byeeeee (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lots and lots and lots of love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- symmie :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382712270595900050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrM8SpEBQpI/AAAAAAAAAyg/RtpsOyuS12k/s320/hearts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-5661886013074915133?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/5661886013074915133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-comes-to-those-who-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5661886013074915133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5661886013074915133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-comes-to-those-who-believe-it.html' title='love comes to those who believe it(:'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrM8TOFDGSI/AAAAAAAAAyo/wEXlmcw1UMw/s72-c/DSC_0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-4139907544928830697</id><published>2009-09-17T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:01:49.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got a feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont like going to the hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes me feel sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... go figure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's another story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm going to see my mum's high school friend soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were super close in high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then they lost contact with each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and recently this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he ' found ' my mum again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;through my aunty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and since my mum doesn't have an email &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's been emailing her thru my email la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so i started emailing him too(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's hilarious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his jokes....dude! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this guy is so cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uncle izam(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he and my mum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are still like so close now okay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so he came down to malaysia ( he lives in aussie now ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for raya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and were all going to see him soon! (; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the man behind all those hilarious emails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hell yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll blog about it when i get back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps tomorrow though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause tonight i'm going to go swimming with my babes(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cant wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is going to be a very good day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;................i think. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye darla's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-4139907544928830697?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4139907544928830697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4139907544928830697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4139907544928830697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-feeling.html' title='i&apos;ve got a feeling'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-4011338987664498210</id><published>2009-09-16T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:39:47.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god for my big eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simmi says:&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Well well&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Nurul Nadia Sahar(:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both needed a day out&lt;br /&gt;So yeah (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We watched final destination in 3D&lt;br /&gt;We were just going to watch the normal version of final destination&lt;br /&gt;But then we thought it would be a waste if we didn’t watch it in 3D&lt;br /&gt;Cause it would just make the whole experience a lot more…. Worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Even IF the movie aint that good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaand we were right!&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who plan to go watch final destination&lt;br /&gt;Watch it in 3D&lt;br /&gt;It’s a lot more scary…yes.&lt;br /&gt;Nadia and I were practically holding on to each other!&lt;br /&gt;But damn. It was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not as good as the first 3 movies though&lt;br /&gt;But the experience of it all&lt;br /&gt;Dude, the snake practically came so close to my faceeeeeeee ;O&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, kinda the whole point of 3D.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways&lt;br /&gt;The title of this post?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you guys probably already know&lt;br /&gt;every time I go out with Nadia&lt;br /&gt;We have a really good time&lt;br /&gt;And end up laughing about such random things&lt;br /&gt;So this time&lt;br /&gt;It was about my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Well, kinda la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the story &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strike 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nadia wanted to buy the new Sophie Kinsella book&lt;br /&gt;( and I’m planning on borrowing it when she does…..shhhhh! ;p )&lt;br /&gt;And so we looked all around kinokuniya for it&lt;br /&gt;….but no luck&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t in the chick lit section, where all of her other books are&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to leave&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were going out&lt;br /&gt;Behind the counter&lt;br /&gt;I saw ‘ twenties girl ‘&lt;br /&gt;And remembered that’s the name of the book&lt;br /&gt;It was right in the corner&lt;br /&gt;And I honestly don’t know how I spotted it&lt;br /&gt;But I did (:&lt;br /&gt;And immediately said&lt;br /&gt;‘ thank god for my big eyes ‘ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strike 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We were walking around KLCC&lt;br /&gt;And from a distance&lt;br /&gt;I saw a few people I really didn’t want to see&lt;br /&gt;They were heading in out direction&lt;br /&gt;We were still pretty far away from each other&lt;br /&gt;So they hadn’t seen me yet&lt;br /&gt;And thank god I did&lt;br /&gt;Because if I didn’t&lt;br /&gt;I probably would have had to strike up a really awkward random&lt;br /&gt;conversation&lt;br /&gt;And again I said&lt;br /&gt;‘ thank god for my big eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strike 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to pavillion&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;We just didn’t know what to do in KLCC&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to walk to pavillion&lt;br /&gt;And ‘ buka puasa ‘ there (:&lt;br /&gt;And when we reached&lt;br /&gt;After alotttttttt of discussion&lt;br /&gt;AND walking around&lt;br /&gt;We decided to eat in Friday’s&lt;br /&gt;Sorta like a must for us already&lt;br /&gt;It’s always Friday’s&lt;br /&gt;And we ALWAYS order the same thing&lt;br /&gt;Her and her shrimp&lt;br /&gt;And me and my fajitas&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Times is right next to Friday’s&lt;br /&gt;So Nadia wanted to check the book out…..again!&lt;br /&gt;And again&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t find it&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;We looked everywhere in the bookstore&lt;br /&gt;( and I must say, Kinokuniya is so much better than Times )&lt;br /&gt;Times was messed up man!&lt;br /&gt;Not organized at all.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;But anyways&lt;br /&gt;Point is&lt;br /&gt;I spotted the book……again!&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were about to leave……..again!&lt;br /&gt;In some random corner……………..again!&lt;br /&gt;The words that came out from my mouth were&lt;br /&gt;‘ thank god for my big eyes ‘ ……..again!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;???????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;simmi says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;We saw a book called&lt;br /&gt;Inspector Singh!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And my dad kept calling me&lt;br /&gt;Like every hour&lt;br /&gt;So we named him our inspector singh.&lt;br /&gt;That day was a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;As usual(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And there’s probably a lot more about the day&lt;br /&gt;That I forgot to blog about&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know me&lt;br /&gt;I do that sometimes (:&lt;br /&gt;Nadia would tell me the next day or something&lt;br /&gt;That I left a couple of thing’s out&lt;br /&gt;And if and only if I’m up to it&lt;br /&gt;I’ll blog about this Tuesday again(:&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I just thought of maths!&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;All you form 4’s better know what I’m talking about&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention you form 5’s too ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;One last thing&lt;br /&gt;The song of the day was ‘ someday we’ll know ‘ by new radicals &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll post up the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;And bold the parts Nadia’s fav part&lt;br /&gt;My fav part&lt;br /&gt;And just some really cool lines &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This song&lt;br /&gt;… wait, the lyrics to this song&lt;br /&gt;Is amazing&lt;br /&gt;I think it is at least&lt;br /&gt;And I know I’m not the only one&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s one of Nadia’s all time favourite songs(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the song people.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Think A Walk To Remember&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll know what I mean(:&lt;br /&gt;Byee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;90 miles outside chicago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant stop driving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need an answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two years later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youre still on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever happened to emilia earhart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who holds the stars up in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is true love once in a lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did the captain of the titanic cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday well know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday well know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why the sky is blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday well know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why I wasnt meant for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does anybody know the way to atlantis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or what the wind says when she cries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im speeding by the place where I met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the 97th time tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday well know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why samson loved delilah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day Ill go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dancing on the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday youll know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I was the one for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched the stars crash in the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could ask God just one question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why arent you here with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday well know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why sampson loved delilah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day Ill go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing on the moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday youll know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I was the one for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just so you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why this post has &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simmi says : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jag says : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's cause i wrote this post somewhere else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to save time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it turns out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldn't paste it from there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause my net would go psycho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i ' borrowed ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my msn conversation with jagpreet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to paste it from there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that explains it? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrIZ2zpT8cI/AAAAAAAAAyY/8vJVne3AG2M/s1600-h/DSC03739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382392934028276162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrIZ2zpT8cI/AAAAAAAAAyY/8vJVne3AG2M/s320/DSC03739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrIZ2XkDG3I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/QK3wNx7bOQA/s1600-h/DSC03737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382392926490008434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrIZ2XkDG3I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/QK3wNx7bOQA/s320/DSC03737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrIZ2MinRJI/AAAAAAAAAyI/vxoOmJF_EqA/s1600-h/DSC03743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382392923531199634" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrIUbYIZ2TI/AAAAAAAAAxA/IEauTio_KP8/s320/DSC03714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrIUa1YT60I/AAAAAAAAAw4/PqkBikQ8gXI/s1600-h/DSC03713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382386955899366210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrIUa1YT60I/AAAAAAAAAw4/PqkBikQ8gXI/s320/DSC03713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6921504207041883184-4011338987664498210?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4011338987664498210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-god-for-my-big-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4011338987664498210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4011338987664498210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-god-for-my-big-eyes.html' title='thank god for my big eyes'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SrIZ2zpT8cI/AAAAAAAAAyY/8vJVne3AG2M/s72-c/DSC03739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-8996819472309832029</id><published>2009-09-14T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:20:47.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey readers ( if there are any of you left ... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes yes. abandoning my blog isn't cool, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my apologies(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sooooooo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is my 100th post! yayyyy! ahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't believe it's already 100 posts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmmmmmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. anyways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the 12th of september&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was christine tan's birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;threw her a smallsmall party the night before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hung out til after 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we got to wish her in person! heheee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope she had fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's finally seventeen! hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the last one to turn seventeen out of everyone who came on friday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.............finally babe. ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every avid reader of my blog (&lt;strong&gt; JAGPREET&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would know christine tan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i mention her pretty often! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heck, i even wrote a whole post about her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would just be repeating everything i said in that post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i even begin to tell you how amazinggggggggg this chicka is(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know you're reading this, darla darla! ahahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you lots and lots and lots &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to bits and pieces(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes, we have had our fights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and our ups and downs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but were still besties &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're an awesome friend babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have so much fun together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dancing the macarena! hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are so many things i would like to say about youuu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i think i'd save it for your card! ahahahah (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one last thing about chrisitne tan, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I KNOW SHE LOVES ME TOOOOOOO! hahahaha ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anywayyyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is going to sound really really REALLY random &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITTLE LULU!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was thinking about that show the other day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause when i was younger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was my absolute fav!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing topped little lulu for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;super funny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i love tubby! hehehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of course there were other shows that i really really loved too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like hey arnold! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and rugrats! ( i watched rugrats the movie the other day on TV. heh heh ;p ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh oh oh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that game show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;figure it outtttt! ahhahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daym, there are so many! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but my POINT is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little lulu was still the best! hahahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all of my close friends would have heard me talking about this show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a zillion times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we sit around in a circle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we talk about such random things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this topic came up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and almost all of em love it tooo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the songgggg, you ask? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well here it is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Lulu, Little Lulu, with freckles on your chin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always in and out of trouble, but mostly always in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Using Daddy's necktie for the tail on your kite,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Using Mommy's lipstick for the letters you write.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i only remember the chorus! hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i also also wanted to sayyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i'm here for you babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it wasn't fair what happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i loveeeee youu! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and andddd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the fashion show on saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was a blast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had so much fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even ' danced ' to i know you want me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i was modelling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you to nurul nadia sahar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who kept taking pictures the whole dayy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;500++ pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not even kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so when i get the pictures from christine's birthday party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the fashion show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll blog about it alrights? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;overrr and out? hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye all you very sexyy people! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-8996819472309832029?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8996819472309832029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/100th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/8996819472309832029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/8996819472309832029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/100th-post.html' title='100th post(:'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-118529994081359831</id><published>2009-09-09T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T04:31:04.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oH mY jAg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqeOD3e8OGI/AAAAAAAAAww/BZ-c3jzeMDg/s1600-h/2661_66906296038_646031038_2113559_2270291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379424477001824354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqeOD3e8OGI/AAAAAAAAAww/BZ-c3jzeMDg/s320/2661_66906296038_646031038_2113559_2270291_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, TUESDAY, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt; AND THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hii everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hiiiii jagpreeet! ahhahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i've abandoned my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and haven't been updating regularly for like.....agess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but like you all already know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trials&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll blog about trials when it's over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause it's still not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the only reason i'm updating my blog : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;update blog&lt;br /&gt;negger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;simmi says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;okay sir (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;go do it&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;illw ait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;simmi says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha alrightyy&lt;br /&gt;omggg&lt;br /&gt;it's my 99th post!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;oH My JaG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;simmi says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my jag? ahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;jag says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;its my new thing&lt;br /&gt;no more "omg"&lt;br /&gt;thats shit is so 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;simmi says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha kay cool&lt;br /&gt;you just gave me something to blog about&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;jag says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;oH mY jAg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss jagpreeeet! ); &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he'll be coming down soon! yayy! hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another thinggg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yesterday right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got a call from this unknown number &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so, here's how it went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;simmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;unknownnumberperson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hello? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oooooooi nenek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;helllooooo??! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ooooooooooooooooi nenek ( he sounded like a typical malay okay ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;eh, sorry, you have the wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ballllllllllllllllls la simmi!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;omggggg keith! hahahahahaha. sorrry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahaha. blur. what time are you leaving? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh, nothing much la why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i asked you what time are you leaving laaaa! not what are you doingg! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;balllls la simmi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahahahahahahahahaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omggg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this blog post.....thecolours ;O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry man! hahahahaa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, the picture above, keith is the dude on the left. YOUR left. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll blog about where i was spose to be leaving to another time (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i'm more sure of the details. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my apologies for my dead blog! ahahhaha ;p &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-118529994081359831?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/118529994081359831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-8955390423564574010</id><published>2009-09-04T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:07:25.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who wants to cook aloo gobi when you can bend a ball like beckham?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqE0gmh2NJI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sIilSSguErw/s1600-h/DSC_2550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637164760052882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqE0gmh2NJI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sIilSSguErw/s320/DSC_2550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqE0gBY3cxI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Q1_zjdQNU7o/s1600-h/DSC_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637154790273810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqE0gBY3cxI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Q1_zjdQNU7o/s320/DSC_2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqE0flGgW-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UwY7V4NjELI/s1600-h/DSC_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637147197070306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqE0flGgW-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UwY7V4NjELI/s320/DSC_0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqE0fClP9uI/AAAAAAAAAwI/9wBMkBCegxU/s1600-h/n555918593_2410504_3902661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637137930778338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqE0fClP9uI/AAAAAAAAAwI/9wBMkBCegxU/s320/n555918593_2410504_3902661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqE0elzG8zI/AAAAAAAAAwA/OTm7jXmVxAM/s1600-h/014143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377637130204279602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqE0elzG8zI/AAAAAAAAAwA/OTm7jXmVxAM/s320/014143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;monday, tuesday, wednesday and thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, saturday, saturday to sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hi :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i know i've kinda abandoned my blog ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's cause of the trials though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's crazyyy okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if trials were a person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would've killed it and chopped it up into a million pieces already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if that makes any sense to you at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;add maths was hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was really confusing, some of the questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;history was a bummer for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought i could get an a, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause my history actually is one of my better subjects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but what came out.....sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, i wont fail, i kinda know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i cant get that a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that reallyreallyreally sucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupid studying last minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it worked for PMR.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but SPM? not a chance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, the title, you ask? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you're punjabi, you sure would understand what i mean, kan kan kan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before i start, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you haven't watched bend it like beckham yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;download it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and watch it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's so funny, seriously! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and jonathan rhys meyers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is hottttt! ahahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh. keira knightley is super skinny though, in the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as in,  not her normal skinny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like......reallyskinnyskinnykindaskinny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. i'm nonsense-ing again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, my point is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just watched bend it like beckham ( go figure ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and omggggg, i love that movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, i've watched it before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like, alotoftimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that was a long time ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so good la i tell you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one line in the movie that i just cannot get over : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' with our designs, we can make these mosquito bites look like juicyjuicy mangoes '&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg, so funny. you should hear that lady saying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's talking about boobs, fyi! yes, i didn't censor it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg, i'm so high ;O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go watch the movie people, seriously! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, you dont have to be punjabi to enjoy it, trust me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll laugh....alot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, i'll update again some other day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;i know my recent posts kinda suck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( yesss. i AM aware of it ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; blame the exams okay! hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm addicted to : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OXbx7q6Gdo"&gt;something right &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OXbx7q6Gdo"&gt;westlife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* click on the title to listen to the song &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the youtube video with the lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause when i listen to songs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i listen to the lyrics &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's how i start liking a song (; ahahahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* oh oh ohhhhh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why the pictures, you ask? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i was boreddddd! ahahhahaa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so i uploading really random pictures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;............just for fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6921504207041883184-8955390423564574010?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8955390423564574010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-wants-to-cook-aloo-gobi-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/8955390423564574010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/8955390423564574010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-wants-to-cook-aloo-gobi-when-you.html' title='who wants to cook aloo gobi when you can bend a ball like beckham?'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SqE0gmh2NJI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sIilSSguErw/s72-c/DSC_2550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-5208456986314491428</id><published>2009-08-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:43:36.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hit me babyy one more time ( inspired by sheena kaur )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm currently laughing out loud at sam's recent post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was funny , i have to admit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry christine tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know i love you though &lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, today was weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr balvir didn't come in tuition class AT ALL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. long story la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm too lazy to type it all out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were spose to have tuition from 6 to 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yes, i was in wangsa melawati ( tuition placee ) from 6 to 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not tuition-ing. hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont blame him though &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sumeetha and may kee became the teacher's for the day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was really cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and fun. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that whole place just to us for hours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we got kinda scared after a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause we realised that it's super dangerous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and anyone can just walk up and ....idunno....dowtvr. hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we locked the doors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause we were chickens&lt;br /&gt;( well i got scared, then i think i made everyone else scared too ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was just sue, chris, mk and me there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i bet people saw us going up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that IS scary.. kan? ahahha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay so anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trials, trials, trials&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just want it to end already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, i haven't been slugging it, studying or wtvr &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but stilllllllll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it should just end ..NOW. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i'm wishing for things, i might as well wish for spm to be over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pfft &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wake me up when november ends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( i can handle chemistry in december...ithink ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm going to start working next year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in january! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's not thaaaat far away! hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh oh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've had EIGHTTHOUSANDHITS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since april this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm kinda proud of myself.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never really realised it til jagpreet pointed it out to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doesn't matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you, readers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for em....reading my nonsense. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-5208456986314491428?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/5208456986314491428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/hit-me-babyy-one-more-time-inspired-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5208456986314491428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5208456986314491428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/hit-me-babyy-one-more-time-inspired-by.html' title='hit me babyy one more time ( inspired by sheena kaur )'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-1689685397393495567</id><published>2009-08-26T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:00:48.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just cant help myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY AND &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY,SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey all! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i have to start studying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;history&amp;amp;biology. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so many things to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm so lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's already thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need a reality check. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-1689685397393495567?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1689685397393495567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-cant-help-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1689685397393495567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1689685397393495567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-cant-help-myself.html' title='just cant help myself'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-4683015609858098911</id><published>2009-08-26T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:31:05.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kinetic energy........thedrink ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpVEGClGHqI/AAAAAAAAAv4/uOD5QKyEkwQ/s1600-h/DSC03614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374276600898920098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpVEGClGHqI/AAAAAAAAAv4/uOD5QKyEkwQ/s320/DSC03614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, TUESDAY, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt; AND THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyheyhey!&lt;br /&gt;okay, my last post WAS kinda crazy&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;today i had tuition from &lt;strong&gt;9.30 to 4&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;that's crazy okay&lt;br /&gt;you do the math!&lt;br /&gt;....or just ask may kee &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehe. inside joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a break in between though&lt;br /&gt;from 11.30 to 12 i think&lt;br /&gt;so me and the girls went to bidayah&lt;br /&gt;and christine is making up for her miracle!&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyone who reads her blog would know what i mean(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;and then we decided to go to seveneleven since we still had some time&lt;br /&gt;and plus were all fat asses who wanted something else to munch on ;D&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;sumeetha saw this drink called &lt;strong&gt;KINETIC ENERGY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;we all laughed so much&lt;br /&gt;and i just had to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;yes, its KNETIC ENERGY but same difference okay, back off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374276569722179314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpVEEOb-zvI/AAAAAAAAAvg/TqbjsVj-YCo/s320/DSC03545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that&lt;br /&gt;christine and i&lt;br /&gt;decided to buy a bottle each ;D&lt;br /&gt;and then christine chickened out ( HAHAHA, chicken.. oh wait sorry.. PIG ;p )&lt;br /&gt;and so only i bought a bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when we went back to class&lt;br /&gt;christine accidentally knocks the bottle off my table&lt;br /&gt;and it cracks &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, it's glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and it spills all over mr b's carpet&lt;br /&gt;christine felt so bad&lt;br /&gt;but it was fine though&lt;br /&gt;cause mr b aint angry&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not either darlin(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that&lt;br /&gt;i went home&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;camwhored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done that in a while ;O&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la.&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahh, wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicholas lim ca tou is such a dumbbutt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahahahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now that's really all(:&lt;br /&gt;here are the pictures : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374276578328314898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpVEEuf2BBI/AAAAAAAAAvo/X83IMSyyuWs/s320/DSC03615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sepia (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpVEFehbi4I/AAAAAAAAAvw/EArr4zMTNqQ/s1600-h/DSC03610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374276591219870594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpVEFehbi4I/AAAAAAAAAvw/EArr4zMTNqQ/s320/DSC03610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; black and white! ( ignore the retarded look on my face! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpVEDrKwgyI/AAAAAAAAAvY/-8UGyhvqV5E/s1600-h/DSC03548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374276560254698274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpVEDrKwgyI/AAAAAAAAAvY/-8UGyhvqV5E/s320/DSC03548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; aaaaand erm, normal coloured! hahahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrighty then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iwuvvyou(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es que tu mem &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6921504207041883184-4683015609858098911?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4683015609858098911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/kinetic-energythedrink-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4683015609858098911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4683015609858098911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/kinetic-energythedrink-p.html' title='kinetic energy........thedrink ;p'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpVEGClGHqI/AAAAAAAAAv4/uOD5QKyEkwQ/s72-c/DSC03614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-7741210144484951022</id><published>2009-08-25T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:55:43.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAH hi :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;, WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* takes a sip of water from my mums cup * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simmi : mum, i NEVER toook a sip of your water.. okaaay? * laughsssss hysterically * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mum : * just stares * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simmi : mummy, do you think i'm funnnnnyyy? * laughs even more * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mum : i think you're crazy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kiren : it's called hyperrrrrrrrrr, motherr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simmi : ali larter dies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* everyone looks at each other and laughs even moreeee * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, ali larter didn't die in real life. motherdaughtersisterbrother joke (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the point of this post is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to show you guys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how my dad went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was verythehyper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i made my sister cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause she was laughing so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........at me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was being such a bimbotic random person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was really fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i said normal things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the way i said it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was apparently really funny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i was trying.. ( yes okay, on purpose ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to sound like a bimbo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it worked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kiren : hahahaha sym, i bet if we tell anyone about what were laughing at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they so wont get it! ahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simmi : definately!!!! it's the you have to be there kinda moment baybay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soyeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bet you guys dont find anything funny about this post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's just something i wanted to write about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i wanna remember it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know, when i read it again in a few years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i haven't laughed this hard since that day with nadia in mcdonalds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she knows what i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the feeling is really good (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you wanna know how it all started? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simmi : mummmmmmy, can i pleaseee have london almonds? pleasee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mummy : yeah sure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simmi : WHOOOOOOHOOOOOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, chocolates do wonders for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh wait wait, one more thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE MY SISTER SO VERY VERY MUCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you mess with her, you mess with me kinda thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but whatever it is, kirendeep kaur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're not taking my bestfriend away from me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's mineee! hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* inside jokeeee again! ;p * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohhhhhhhhh, one last thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i made a bet with mokhsin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if he gets higher in biology than me for trials, he gets twenty bucks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if i get higher than him, i get twenty bucks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bring it on, darlinn! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm actually going to study for bio this time. hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. okay, now i'm really finished! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over and out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es que tu mem &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-7741210144484951022?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7741210144484951022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahahahah-hi-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/7741210144484951022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/7741210144484951022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahahahah-hi-d.html' title='HAHAHAHAH hi :D'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-836671927207981049</id><published>2009-08-25T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T04:10:37.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in felix's words : from trashy to classy! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;, WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpOZE-iiRLI/AAAAAAAAAto/lJxPikpcY-U/s1600-h/182642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373807091169510578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpOZE-iiRLI/AAAAAAAAAto/lJxPikpcY-U/s320/182642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it amazes me how different my room looks now (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;helloallyouveryawesomepeople&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i realised i never really blogged about my room&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;so i dont have before and afters.&lt;br /&gt;except the picture above is part of my room.&lt;br /&gt;the before, of course.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna upload pictures&lt;br /&gt;for this post&lt;br /&gt;and captions, which will explain the pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;and that would be it.&lt;br /&gt;alrighty? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( cause i'm so lazy. and i do not have the mood the blog..at all )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373850015748722754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpPAHhDuEEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/t05v_0VQcGU/s320/224948.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so this is like.. quarter of the room. sorta. ignore me there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;couldn't find a better one. hahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373850514815168994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpPAkkObseI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/W6fNlIs2ebI/s320/DSC02780.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this is the room when we took everythinggggg out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to paint and everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is just half, by the way! ;p &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, i have a big room :S &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not a very good thing though. hahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373816778979163506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpOh44cWPXI/AAAAAAAAAtw/zCsmyEJSRW0/s320/DSC02786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so when the room was empty! the shadows were super cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so me being me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i camwhored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tooook soooo many silly pictures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but this is the only one thats ' sane ' enough to post up (:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373816788232106146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpOh5a6a8KI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ngtRZoS8yWY/s320/DSC02922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this is me in ikea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;since the home delivery people were being such dumbbutts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i decided to take everything home myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we bought so many things okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cabinets, study tables, chairs, etc etc etc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause it was for my room &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my sister's room. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so.... yeah, you can imagine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so i was trying to save space &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i put the bin on my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was really funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone kept staringgg! ;p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373816797024150466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpOh57qm48I/AAAAAAAAAuA/L4cSVNNtw2k/s320/DSC02923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373816810870224082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpOh6vPxNNI/AAAAAAAAAuI/c92bmECHzTY/s320/DSC02926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i also camwhored in the toilet! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the ones in the curve, by the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we walked there to buy a new comforters! ( they feeeeel like heaven (: )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373818004964771970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpOjAPmGCII/AAAAAAAAAuY/N1MeAHFOsWc/s320/DSC02945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my masterpiece!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i put everyones faces up! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, i bet yours is there too ( if i know you lah! ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so .... LOOK! heh heh heh (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373818013148928194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpOjAuFWWMI/AAAAAAAAAug/eIGepvkGmrs/s320/DSC02948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had this idea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of a cabinet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like selang selang! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;books here, decorations beside it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the opposite for the shelf below. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think it worked, yes? (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heheee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373818020568506114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpOjBJuUHwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/gU5yb21xaEc/s320/DSC02950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is apparently supposed to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where i ' study '.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i dont study here. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i study downstairs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause the kitchen is nearer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehehehe (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373818028457085490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpOjBnHGSjI/AAAAAAAAAuw/XSFfR6_q_H4/s320/DSC02953.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; i looove my rugs! (:i think they're so pretty. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my curtains &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love my new curtains! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my beddddd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i loooove the comforter i chose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so comfy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373850024351457522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpPAIBGxYPI/AAAAAAAAAvI/NirTnsLU9Xc/s320/DSC03541.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;last pictureeee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bought this really really pretty light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i haven't taken a picture of it yet. but trust me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's gorgeous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's right above my bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as you can see (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i took this picture last night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the others i took quite a while ago!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and so.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's my room! (; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;til next time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;es que tu mem &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-836671927207981049?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/836671927207981049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-felixs-words-from-trashy-to-classy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/836671927207981049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/836671927207981049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-felixs-words-from-trashy-to-classy.html' title='in felix&apos;s words : from trashy to classy! (:'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SpOZE-iiRLI/AAAAAAAAAto/lJxPikpcY-U/s72-c/182642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-5046328138057930789</id><published>2009-08-24T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:44:07.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kick his ask (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_zK2apRHI4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_zK2apRHI4&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO GO GO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just found an even funnier one! hahhahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i have nothing better to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es que tu mem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-5046328138057930789?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/5046328138057930789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/kick-his-ask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5046328138057930789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5046328138057930789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/kick-his-ask.html' title='kick his ask (;'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-5977857563113083605</id><published>2009-08-24T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:59:25.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of course it's wrong, but you know it's funny! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey, all my very awesome readers(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i had no ideaaaaa what to blog about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;til just now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i was chatting to anand online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he gave me the link&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to these awesome videos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it made me laughhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and smilee! ahahhaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i'm going to blog about this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, not really la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just going to give you guys the links to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause it's a must watch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont miss it, you guys! heheehhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's sooooo cute. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so click on these links &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9yAkBSrMk0"&gt;buhlud&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pj2Nutu5v8&amp;amp;feature=related#"&gt;say fire truck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQOds0kCgOk&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;giving the evil look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8aprCNnecU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;i dont like you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so anyways, then i was chatting to nadeem, and he gave me the link to this : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09kLIsNfaO8"&gt;super sperm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's all i can say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;til next time! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;es que tu mem! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-5977857563113083605?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/5977857563113083605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-course-its-wrong-but-you-know-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5977857563113083605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5977857563113083605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-course-its-wrong-but-you-know-its.html' title='of course it&apos;s wrong, but you know it&apos;s funny! (:'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-2855249958359162865</id><published>2009-08-22T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T06:29:17.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there is someone, walking behind you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been watching so many movies lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it scares me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm supposed to be studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;final destination &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;final destination 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;final destination 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sex and the city &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;john tucker must die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somethings gotta give &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just my luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the wedding date &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all in two days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two freakin days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many backtobacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i've seen almost all of them already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had to la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;relieve my pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gets me thinking about the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i dont think about the goddamned pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;synflax isn't my bestfriendddd anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;movies are (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i really wanna watch i love you, beth cooper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but like, the dvd i bought doesn't work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupidddddddddddddd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bought it so i would watch it ( cause i wouldnt have been able to resist watching it ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i wont go to the cinema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i would stay at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i would have nothing to do at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i would study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that doesn't seem to really be working out, eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh weellllll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just a really quick post from me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too lazy to like post pictures &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or elaborate more about my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although i would love to blog about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MTV WORLD STAGE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was the bomb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and also bout what i've really been up to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another time perhaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i'm feeling up to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye all you sexy people(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-2855249958359162865?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2855249958359162865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-someone-walking-behind-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2855249958359162865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2855249958359162865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-someone-walking-behind-you.html' title='there is someone, walking behind you.'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-470565627295975586</id><published>2009-08-21T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:47:39.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not what you expect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well helloooooooo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time for an update, i'm guessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people have been telling me to update my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm just soooo lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and plus with the trials and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now being sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it all really doesn't help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then i came online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and realised i was signed in ages ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and had like fifteen messages not replied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt bad. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and alot of them were people telling me to update my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i still wasn't gonna do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i read jagpreeeeet's message&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he told me to update it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then for some reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought, ahhhh, what the hell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cant be that bad typing a few random things out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;synflax is my new best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's painkillers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've never taken pain killers in my lifeeeee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now suddenly BAMM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm taking more than i'm supposed to though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda had to okay, sue me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm too lazy to blog about what pain i'm talking about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;regular readers and friends should know (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trials were pretty tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.. i hated my bm paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that one wasn't that hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the thing is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't study enough for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could picture the pages in my head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ones i flipped without readin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking ' nahh. this aint important ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i was reading the questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hated that feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hated the feeling i got after chemistry paper 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeap, same feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was walking to get a cab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then nic saw me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so he walked with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was just soooooo bummeddd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like to the max. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we started talking about really silly things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually felt alot better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he now owes me a chicken rice and a drink! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm writing it here so i wont forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted to blog about my darling friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what they told me last night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about whether or not i should come to school today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;christine : you have to come! to spread your lovely sickness! apa la you! sharing is caring :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nadia : come! if not i'll burn your house down! hahahaha  ( she said it in malay, but i'm scared i'll screw up the ayat and make it sound so.. not her. haha ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may keeeee : this is so so sad. i think you better not come. if you come the whole school will halau you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nicholas : dont come. i dont wanna visit you in the hospital next timee! ( drammaaaaa ni ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besides, you can resit whaaat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sumeetha : kesiannya...... ( yeah. sue sucks at texting.. actually her phones kinda hard la to type on.. so she makes it as short as possible. and then calls you right away! ;D ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then my dad said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he doesn't want me to go cause he doesn't want me to take a cab home again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my mum said she doesn't want me to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause of some reasons that i cant exactly mention here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then my maid said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i shouldn't go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause if i stay at home at least she can take care of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love my maid :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you haven't met her, you should come meet her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's awesome! hahaha. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to all of you guys who expected a better post than this one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm in pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so go awayyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and dont scold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can scold me if you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what am i talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh, symren kaur.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now i'm thinking out loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omggggg, the drugs are getting to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i better get some sleeeep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nighty nightsssss! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( yeaaaah, i'm wishing myself, i told you the drugs are getting to me. and by drugs i mean SYNFLAX ah! hahahahaaha. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nope, i cant explain the title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's something iwanted to write about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then decided not to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then like, i couldn't think of a title for this post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waait.. i just explained the title, didn't i? hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okaaaaay. i really should stop typing noww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-470565627295975586?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/470565627295975586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-what-you-expect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/470565627295975586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/470565627295975586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-what-you-expect.html' title='not what you expect'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-5427110208965853586</id><published>2009-08-13T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:41:08.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tan tek shein and tan tek jien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait, before i start off this post, click on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtwpIG10k_A#"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i find it superfunny hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoVThTU-IJI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/SAJ_TKGdhKE/s1600-h/DSC02727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369789962298204306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoVThTU-IJI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/SAJ_TKGdhKE/s320/DSC02727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoVTg8LrwEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/DmMPLXHrl5A/s1600-h/DSC02759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369789956085235778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoVTg8LrwEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/DmMPLXHrl5A/s320/DSC02759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoVTgZ4-wrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/LA73FbO4TOY/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369789946879984306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoVTgZ4-wrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/LA73FbO4TOY/s320/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoVTfXHDsZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/wP15QYAHj54/s1600-h/1_873565647l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369789928953852306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoVTfXHDsZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/wP15QYAHj54/s320/1_873565647l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoUFaPsDfjI/AAAAAAAAAso/IVtAWiQJBTg/s1600-h/1_768788105l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369704079155232306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoUFaPsDfjI/AAAAAAAAAso/IVtAWiQJBTg/s320/1_768788105l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoUFZorhSUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/RQN89N1SytA/s1600-h/1_268602977l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369704068684007746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoUFZorhSUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/RQN89N1SytA/s320/1_268602977l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoUFZGtRtQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ncYSlhHYog0/s1600-h/DSC02729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369704059564569858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoUFZGtRtQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ncYSlhHYog0/s320/DSC02729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i miss you dinesh tan&lt;br /&gt;and nikhil tan&lt;br /&gt;next time i'm going to see you guys is what? next year? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;verythesad.&lt;br /&gt;and of course i'm gonna miss aunty perm!and uncle boon! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i got invited to come beijing though!&lt;br /&gt;this december, after SPM&lt;br /&gt;and go skiiing.&lt;br /&gt;well i dont need an invitation, i know that! but still!&lt;br /&gt;sheena my sister and i all wanna go in december&lt;br /&gt;since it would be winter.&lt;br /&gt;omgg, how fun would that be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;but i somehow have a feeling it's not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;hmm whatever la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to say I MISSSSSS YOU GUYS SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;too much!&lt;br /&gt;feel like i didnt get to spend enough time with you guys this time around.&lt;br /&gt;stupid form 5.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i will see you sooooon enough, my darlings!&lt;br /&gt;i love youuu!&lt;br /&gt;and whatever you may say, dinesh tan&lt;br /&gt;i know you love me tooo!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;* hows the air up there, TGV? *&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;* inside cousinly joke.. or wtvr. lol. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369789932764606386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoVTflTnL7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/HAcSKidHvYs/s320/1_973345478l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OH OH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get well soon nadia sahar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6921504207041883184-5427110208965853586?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/5427110208965853586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/tan-tek-shein-and-tan-tek-jien.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5427110208965853586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/5427110208965853586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/tan-tek-shein-and-tan-tek-jien.html' title='tan tek shein and tan tek jien'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoVThTU-IJI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/SAJ_TKGdhKE/s72-c/DSC02727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-1222627882816666817</id><published>2009-08-13T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:50:37.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY AND &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont have the mood to blog at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i do have one thing to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you, yes youu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're a loser &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before you talk about anyone, please look at yourself first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have so much more to say, it fascinates me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and damn, if only i could actually tell all my readers who i'm referring to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm not going to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause unlike you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i actually have some pride &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* this post is meant for someone. and if you dont know for sure if it's you or not, i can tell you now, it's not. jgn perasan kays? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know who you are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you know i'm right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you said so yourself, remember?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-1222627882816666817?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1222627882816666817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1222627882816666817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/1222627882816666817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-girl.html' title='damn girl'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-955198035366035759</id><published>2009-08-12T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:10:59.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>childbirth?;O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY, TUESDAY, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;, AND THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369061930916222626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoK9YTFVlqI/AAAAAAAAArw/aq2Uw55_IyY/s320/DSC03386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoK9apf8p2I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bKFHfcgxjK4/s1600-h/DSC03393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369061971293153122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoK9apf8p2I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bKFHfcgxjK4/s320/DSC03393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoK9Z9_FJ2I/AAAAAAAAAsI/pyoG3-qc3h0/s1600-h/DSC03389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369061959612573538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoK9Z9_FJ2I/AAAAAAAAAsI/pyoG3-qc3h0/s320/DSC03389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoK9ZZHYvTI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Uu6PPpyr_JE/s1600-h/DSC03388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369061949715299634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoK9ZZHYvTI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Uu6PPpyr_JE/s320/DSC03388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoK9Yw_lnuI/AAAAAAAAAr4/yqQbJZPGeLc/s1600-h/DSC03387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369061938945171170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoK9Yw_lnuI/AAAAAAAAAr4/yqQbJZPGeLc/s320/DSC03387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuition today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr b :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was asking him what he had against me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause he always teases me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and alot of other reasons too lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so i said ' teacher, do you have something against&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all punjabi girls, or just me ? ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everyone goes ' yeah la teacher. you dont like your own raceee! ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then he says ( in the weirdest way ever ) ' eh.. i likeeeee ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was super funny. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, that's that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took a few pictures while waiting for my mum to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sue did anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* too lazy to drag the pictures down here, so yeah! ;p *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bio tuition : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMGGGGGGGGG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so disgusting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teacher showed the class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of this lady giving birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like &lt;strong&gt;EVERY SINGLE DETAIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was so disgusting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so... painful? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told my mum when she came to pick me up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she said ' its fineeee la simmi, i only had problems with your big head lah, but other than that, it was fineeee ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeh riiight, i was thinking to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told her not to expect grandchildren from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and only from my sister and brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeahhhh, i think that way NOWW. hahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i love children, that's what sucks about my plan not to have kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jagpreet said adopt, but nahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want my own children! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( wait, why am i thinking about this now? : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess what people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my cousin, SHEENA KAUR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, the one i talk about oh so very frequently on this blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got to &lt;strong&gt;meet BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so jealous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was chatting to her online &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here's the conversation ( cause i find it pretty funny ;p ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sheena ; pink says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to read your blog post for today&lt;br /&gt;i want to see what you have to say about my BLG encounter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;simmi says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i would say&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SHEENA KAUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sheena ; pink says:&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwww :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;simmi says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahaha. CHANGE YOUR PICTURE LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sheena ; pink says:&lt;br /&gt;NO !&lt;br /&gt;thats my future husband right there !!!!!111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;simmi says:&lt;br /&gt;you wish&lt;br /&gt;if i got to meet him, he would have given me more than a kiss! hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;omg, im just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sheena ; pink says:&lt;br /&gt;if you got to meet him?&lt;br /&gt;aww&lt;br /&gt;if only&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sheena kaur sidhu, listen up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dont think i like you anymore ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;omgg, i dont even know why i'm so jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm not jealous of the kiss though, HAH! lol ( yes people, martin johnson kissed her on the cheek )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( i secretly love you to bits, but i like pretending. hahahaha riiiight : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6921504207041883184-955198035366035759?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/955198035366035759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/childbirtho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/955198035366035759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/955198035366035759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/childbirtho.html' title='childbirth?;O'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoK9YTFVlqI/AAAAAAAAArw/aq2Uw55_IyY/s72-c/DSC03386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-12898211235853472</id><published>2009-08-11T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:05:52.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something to be remembered(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoFPt2nNhtI/AAAAAAAAAro/Mt1xJWBUhpA/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368659879975028434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoFPt2nNhtI/AAAAAAAAAro/Mt1xJWBUhpA/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; * a day i dont ever want to forget(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;hey people&lt;br /&gt;well guess what?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i read my diary again today!&lt;br /&gt;after soooo long.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i used to have a diary (:&lt;br /&gt;and i dont regret it.. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause it brings back soooo many memories, it's crazy. haha&lt;br /&gt;although sometimes i'm scared to read it&lt;br /&gt;cause it brings back painful memories too.&lt;br /&gt;cause some of the things i had back then, i dont have anymore&lt;br /&gt;yes, it includes people too.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;felix reminded me of all this&lt;br /&gt;and i guess that's what made me read my diary again&lt;br /&gt;cause he said that the only reason he got a blog&lt;br /&gt;is cause it's cool reading back on things in the past&lt;br /&gt;and i totally agree.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's awesome reading my diary&lt;br /&gt;makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;now my diary is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;like alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if you dont have a blog yet, i advice you to get one&lt;br /&gt;because it really does put a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;reading about your past&lt;br /&gt;it makes you not forget things.&lt;br /&gt;cause it's always there&lt;br /&gt;written ( or in this case, typed ) down.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because all of us, whether we choose to or not&lt;br /&gt;tend to forget things&lt;br /&gt;you know, like the little details?&lt;br /&gt;and it's these little details that should be remembered&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isn't it also fun to see how much you've changed?&lt;br /&gt;how much you've grown?&lt;br /&gt;how different you look? ( that's where the pictures help ;p )&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to all the people who think that they're too lazy to keep writing about their day&lt;br /&gt;well, that's what i thought too&lt;br /&gt;but it's really not that difficult&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't even take a long time.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be like felix!&lt;br /&gt;write it briefly, write the things that matter&lt;br /&gt;( sorry for giving you a lecture on how boring your blog is, chong wai ming ;p )&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;anything would help, people!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only reason i'm writing this blog post&lt;br /&gt;is cause of that feeeeeling i get&lt;br /&gt;everytime i read about things that happenED&lt;br /&gt;and the memories it brings back&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing&lt;br /&gt;it reallyreally is.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont want everyone to know what you're up to?&lt;br /&gt;then get a d i a r y&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty private.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's not even hard to write down stuff.&lt;br /&gt;once in a while, take out a pen, and write about your day&lt;br /&gt;would help&lt;br /&gt;seriously! haha.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay then.&lt;br /&gt;over and out! (:&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/6921504207041883184-12898211235853472?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/12898211235853472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-to-be-remembered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/12898211235853472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/12898211235853472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-to-be-remembered.html' title='something to be remembered(:'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoFPt2nNhtI/AAAAAAAAAro/Mt1xJWBUhpA/s72-c/DSC00397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-4757183008094623485</id><published>2009-08-10T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:26:30.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ninth and tenth of august (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9th of august&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY, AND THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*I gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night*&lt;br /&gt;i got a feeling - black eyed peas&lt;br /&gt;perfect song to describe the day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prefects party!&lt;br /&gt;it was good.&lt;br /&gt;was alot smaller compared to last year&lt;br /&gt;.....alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but nevertheless, it was a good enough party&lt;br /&gt;came with nadia sahar and chong kee&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty funny cause chris and lam were already there&lt;br /&gt;and we all thought we would come before em&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;as always, the form 5's gotta all walk in and make the grand entrance or wtvr&lt;br /&gt;i got to walk in with hardesh * grins. hehe (: *&lt;br /&gt;chris walked in with felix * hahahahahahahhaha *&lt;br /&gt;nadia walked in with dollah and ng * not saying anything, she'll kill me if i do *&lt;br /&gt;chong kee walked in with nicholas * heheheeeee ;p *&lt;br /&gt;and the rest i dont remember, wasn't really paying much attention anyways ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh,&lt;br /&gt;before i forget,&lt;br /&gt;i better apologise to chris and chong kee&lt;br /&gt;on behalf of nadia and i&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;they're the ones that actually got a taste of the bimboticness&lt;br /&gt;long story.&lt;br /&gt;and a few other people too&lt;br /&gt;like..felix&lt;br /&gt;and nicholas. haha&lt;br /&gt;although it was pretty funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;the waiters at hotel melia&lt;br /&gt;well, one of em anyways&lt;br /&gt;was such a jack***&lt;br /&gt;seriously. pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh.&lt;br /&gt;nadia and i decided to walk to pavi after that&lt;br /&gt;( in our heels, omgg ;O )&lt;br /&gt;we left before we got to take the stairs picture&lt;br /&gt;which reallyreally sucks&lt;br /&gt;sorry christineee ):&lt;br /&gt;we just spaced out about it i guess&lt;br /&gt;thought we weren't gonna take it or smtg&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on our way to pavi&lt;br /&gt;felix and dollah saw us walking by the side of the road ( hahahah )&lt;br /&gt;and felix was driving&lt;br /&gt;so they stopped and we got in&lt;br /&gt;squeeeeeezed, but it was worth it&lt;br /&gt;we got a ride there, awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all went to eat pizza hut after that&lt;br /&gt;scott leon and hardesh came too.&lt;br /&gt;but they ate in nandos lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;but the only tickets available for nine people&lt;br /&gt;were front row seats&lt;br /&gt;so.. we just decided to walk around and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got to talk to hardesh alot&lt;br /&gt;for like a few hours&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;went to starhill too.&lt;br /&gt;i had alotalot of fun(:&lt;br /&gt;good good night, indeeed.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* i dont have alot of pictures&lt;br /&gt;cause most of the pictures were taken using nadia's camera&lt;br /&gt;and not my phone&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just upload the ones i got in my phone here (:&lt;br /&gt;oh, some got deleted );&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;nadiaaaa, i want the pictures! hehe ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoESJlnx5KI/AAAAAAAAArY/BVboTvj-5zk/s1600-h/DSC03349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368592186729424034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoESJlnx5KI/AAAAAAAAArY/BVboTvj-5zk/s320/DSC03349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoESJMGaOWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4ltc8ry3vvE/s1600-h/DSC03347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368592179878574434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoESJMGaOWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4ltc8ry3vvE/s320/DSC03347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoESIqn1Y1I/AAAAAAAAArI/4mwYdnwe3CU/s1600-h/DSC03346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368592170891961170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoESIqn1Y1I/AAAAAAAAArI/4mwYdnwe3CU/s320/DSC03346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoESIRnBoaI/AAAAAAAAArA/l2dT1fe6I7g/s1600-h/DSC03345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368592164177682850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoESIRnBoaI/AAAAAAAAArA/l2dT1fe6I7g/s320/DSC03345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoESH7bzV2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/gmC0PKTflLo/s1600-h/DSC03342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368592158225028962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoESH7bzV2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/gmC0PKTflLo/s320/DSC03342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoERPMtcw_I/AAAAAAAAAqw/zojpvgG2B1k/s1600-h/DSC03341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368591183609906162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoERPMtcw_I/AAAAAAAAAqw/zojpvgG2B1k/s320/DSC03341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEROknGe2I/AAAAAAAAAqo/86Dg4Vs1IOY/s1600-h/DSC03337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368591172845861730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEROknGe2I/AAAAAAAAAqo/86Dg4Vs1IOY/s320/DSC03337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoERODw_cAI/AAAAAAAAAqg/uUaDDw0bAlM/s1600-h/DSC03336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368591164028973058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoERODw_cAI/AAAAAAAAAqg/uUaDDw0bAlM/s320/DSC03336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoERNsy4OlI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Z1goxrmu-hA/s1600-h/DSC03335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368591157862873682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoERNsy4OlI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Z1goxrmu-hA/s320/DSC03335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoERNG-HGUI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/edmGm1IedMI/s1600-h/DSC03331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368591147709438274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoERNG-HGUI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/edmGm1IedMI/s320/DSC03331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEPwz-x2TI/AAAAAAAAAqI/v-nhuV8HsSY/s1600-h/DSC03328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368589562064001330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEPwz-x2TI/AAAAAAAAAqI/v-nhuV8HsSY/s320/DSC03328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEPwYCT0CI/AAAAAAAAAqA/NPAVVjAaV9g/s1600-h/DSC03323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368589554562617378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEPwYCT0CI/AAAAAAAAAqA/NPAVVjAaV9g/s320/DSC03323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEPvwRugII/AAAAAAAAAp4/ocExWkPpg8c/s1600-h/DSC03320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368589543889862786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEPvwRugII/AAAAAAAAAp4/ocExWkPpg8c/s320/DSC03320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEPviCyUKI/AAAAAAAAApw/CJfg6Y4JfO4/s1600-h/DSC03318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368589540069101730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEPviCyUKI/AAAAAAAAApw/CJfg6Y4JfO4/s320/DSC03318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEPvIyMh2I/AAAAAAAAApo/kw4euaf1tr0/s1600-h/DSC03317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368589533288630114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEPvIyMh2I/AAAAAAAAApo/kw4euaf1tr0/s320/DSC03317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEO5Cso7mI/AAAAAAAAApg/MQsPkrQTwjo/s1600-h/DSC03315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368588603941776994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEO5Cso7mI/AAAAAAAAApg/MQsPkrQTwjo/s320/DSC03315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEO4qHK6NI/AAAAAAAAApY/rXDR64sM2kE/s1600-h/DSC03313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368588597342169298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEO4qHK6NI/AAAAAAAAApY/rXDR64sM2kE/s320/DSC03313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEO4IHMh-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/Fs9aWu12pTs/s1600-h/DSC03308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368588588215470050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEO4IHMh-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/Fs9aWu12pTs/s320/DSC03308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEO3j6-6oI/AAAAAAAAApI/PhbMw8-DNBw/s1600-h/DSC03307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368588578500569730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEO3j6-6oI/AAAAAAAAApI/PhbMw8-DNBw/s320/DSC03307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEO3CMX8CI/AAAAAAAAApA/PmuJoMs3HtU/s1600-h/DSC03306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368588569446707234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoEO3CMX8CI/AAAAAAAAApA/PmuJoMs3HtU/s320/DSC03306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th of august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY TO SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone's finally seventeeen! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* happy birthday, hardesh singh *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;superglad ya had fun on your birthday!you deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368592486178518098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoESbBKAdFI/AAAAAAAAArg/NTg_HHPDuB4/s320/DSC03351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6921504207041883184-4757183008094623485?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4757183008094623485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/ninth-and-tenth-of-august.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4757183008094623485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4757183008094623485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/ninth-and-tenth-of-august.html' title='the ninth and tenth of august (:'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SoESJlnx5KI/AAAAAAAAArY/BVboTvj-5zk/s72-c/DSC03349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-537577722068176325</id><published>2009-08-07T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T05:43:21.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey readers! &lt;br /&gt;well well &lt;br /&gt;i spent the whole of yesterday with my aunty, &lt;br /&gt;whom i haven't seen for EIGHT YEARS ;O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good. &lt;br /&gt;we went to petaling streeet in the day(: &lt;br /&gt;and and and i realised, i'm a pretty kick ass bargainer. &lt;br /&gt;seriously okay! hehe(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterlater we went to sunway &lt;br /&gt;to my aunties place( different aunty, btw ) &lt;br /&gt;cause it was her husbands birthday &lt;br /&gt;my uncle lah! uncle bachan(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgg people. &lt;br /&gt;i am not kidding when i say that last night was the awesomest &lt;br /&gt;i had sooooo much fun &lt;br /&gt;seriously &lt;br /&gt;we were all high!(hahahaha. sheena! * inside joke * )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we started dancing to MICHAEL JACKSON.&lt;br /&gt;my aunty took a video&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;my mummy was the best&lt;br /&gt;i was the worst!&lt;br /&gt;dude, my dancing yesterday sucked.&lt;br /&gt;like..seriously!&lt;br /&gt;worst ever&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. but you know what&lt;br /&gt;i had sooooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i looked so extremely KAKU. &lt;br /&gt;hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll post the video up la &lt;br /&gt;but DO NOT LAUGH AT ME. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;i was the one who kept saying ' i cant do it! i cant do it! ' &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* this was sooooo not rehearsed ( as you can probably see! ;p )&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one in white, go figure. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw people&lt;br /&gt;i'm going for MTV WORLD STAGE&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;trials are the next monday&lt;br /&gt;but you know what, i dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;i think felix is going toooo, im not sure. &lt;br /&gt;cause i told him that he could get tickets in KLCC&lt;br /&gt;that's where kat and my sister got ours &lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;soyeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnwfZAKRmjI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ThZMj3bAFPg/s1600-h/DSC03292.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367199370319075890 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnwfZAKRmjI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ThZMj3bAFPg/s320/DSC03292.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnwfYt67QeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/sFmF13A0xlo/s1600-h/DSC03297.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367199365422858722 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnwfYt67QeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/sFmF13A0xlo/s320/DSC03297.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnwfYfdDEAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/DDwYsvO34H4/s1600-h/DSC03296.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367199361539444738 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnwfYfdDEAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/DDwYsvO34H4/s320/DSC03296.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-537577722068176325?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/537577722068176325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/thursday-hey-readers-well-well-i-spent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/537577722068176325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/537577722068176325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/thursday-hey-readers-well-well-i-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnwfZAKRmjI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ThZMj3bAFPg/s72-c/DSC03292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-4077008178710359852</id><published>2009-08-05T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T03:09:27.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>assistant symren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnlXecP357I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tlOGHj13oI4/s1600-h/DSC08114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnlXecP357I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tlOGHj13oI4/s320/DSC08114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366416611479119794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is my kick ass sister, incase anyone didn't know(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heypeople!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everyone who liked my do you think i'm pretty post. haha&lt;br /&gt;even i didn't laugh as much as you guys, i think. &lt;br /&gt;hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;br /&gt;i realised something on sunday too. &lt;br /&gt;i make a pretty good assistant!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i was shopping with nadiers kan? &lt;br /&gt;and she made me her assistant ( actually, i think i kinda hired myself haha ) &lt;br /&gt;and so we were in nichii, and she kept making me hold her things!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;sometimes lah! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i did help her choose.&lt;br /&gt;and force her to try on so many things she didn't want to&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe i'm not soo nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btwwwww, &lt;br /&gt;nadia is making me blog about this ( sorta hahaha ) &lt;br /&gt;i can just say it in one sentence actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked around one utama..for a day.. with a price tag stuck to my slippers, which by the way people, was only worth RM10 &lt;br /&gt;heheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i covered em all, yes nadia? ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;br /&gt;today in school we had this bengkel sejarah thingy&lt;br /&gt;i asumed it was going to be a total waste of time, most of em are.&lt;br /&gt;but this actually wasn't that bad &lt;br /&gt;i actually wrote down what the dude had to say ;O &lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but omgg, i dont think i've ever felt that sleepy in school before&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i had to try really hard to keep myself awake&lt;br /&gt;i think i dozed off for a few seconds though&lt;br /&gt;then chris pinched me and woke me up. &lt;br /&gt;heheee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh incase any of you guys are keeping tabs or whatever,&lt;br /&gt;OPTION B(:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;well, sorta la! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;prefects party is now at some hotel called hotel melia. &lt;br /&gt;so random ;O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont blame the form 4's though&lt;br /&gt;cause renaissance booked some CEO meeting at the same time as our party, so we wouldn't have been able to make noise.&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose they did what they had to do? &lt;br /&gt;i'm still a lil bummed about it though&lt;br /&gt;but no worries&lt;br /&gt;they said it wasn't that bad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition just now&lt;br /&gt;nadia is in again. &lt;br /&gt;whoohoo. &lt;br /&gt;as usual mr b and his need to tease me &lt;br /&gt;ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;always also la he. &lt;br /&gt;nevermind&lt;br /&gt;he's my blueturbanpervertedtuitionteacherwhichbythewaywasanicknamechosenandcreatedbyyourstrulyandbothhimandhisturbancolourtotallyfitthebittalthohesactuallykindakickasscausehesprettyfunnyandandheactuallyreallydoesmakemeenjoyphysicsandaddmathslolandhesthereasonimnowbeincalledbebebeheverywheresortakindamaybejustalittlebit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever just strained your eyes to read that, youloser. &lt;br /&gt;ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;i'm just kidding&lt;br /&gt;i only did it cause then i wont be ' cheating ' &lt;br /&gt;dont understand me? you're not meant to ;p &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW, i have a new nickname &lt;br /&gt;it's COW.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm blogging about it&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;proves that i dont care, riiight? &lt;br /&gt;pfft, you knw who you are&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me end this post the way mr b ended his class today ( although the way he said it was really funny ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER AND OUT.. AND GOODNIGHT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* goodnight? i didn't get it either ;p &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-4077008178710359852?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4077008178710359852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/assistant-symren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4077008178710359852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/4077008178710359852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/assistant-symren.html' title='assistant symren'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnlXecP357I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tlOGHj13oI4/s72-c/DSC08114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-3040299112521158877</id><published>2009-08-04T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:10:49.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>call me whatever you want to call me, this post was a must</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnfsN0bOG_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/8NCPvSnkgQg/s1600-h/6023205-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnfsN0bOG_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/8NCPvSnkgQg/s320/6023205-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366017203190504434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : you have a problem simmi. you have problems, i mean. problems that you always want to handle yourself. that you dont want to tell anyone what you're going thru, because you dont want them to be worried for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simmi : yeah so? it's my problem. why should i make it someone elses problem too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : what are friends for, sym? you go thru this by yourself, you end up feeling all sucky inside. and no, i'm not only talking about this problem.. you know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simmi : * silence * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, &lt;br /&gt;i guess my point is that&lt;br /&gt;yes people. &lt;br /&gt;i am that type of person&lt;br /&gt;but sue me la. &lt;br /&gt;it's my problem right? &lt;br /&gt;i've got to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;it's not someone elses problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most important part of this post, though? &lt;br /&gt;it goes out to you. &lt;br /&gt;yes, you know who you are(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we have three options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) crying, saying were sorry, letting what happened go, without it being solved&lt;br /&gt;b) solving what happened. talking about it. and moving on with our friendship&lt;br /&gt;c) leave everything behind, and just not talk.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think were currently at option c. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what, &lt;em&gt;i'm all for option b.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and that's a big problem, cause i may end up losing you forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but answer this one question, &lt;br /&gt;which option are you for? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the person i chatted to online just now, &lt;br /&gt;thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are&lt;br /&gt;and you helped.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone else reading this post &lt;br /&gt;it wasn't exactly meant for you. &lt;br /&gt;and yeah, B is my friend. &lt;br /&gt;identity shall remain unknown(:&lt;br /&gt;so please dont ask questions okays? &lt;br /&gt;this is just a post i need to..erm..post? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-3040299112521158877?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3040299112521158877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/call-me-whatever-you-want-to-call-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/3040299112521158877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/3040299112521158877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/call-me-whatever-you-want-to-call-me.html' title='call me whatever you want to call me, this post was a must'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnfsN0bOG_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/8NCPvSnkgQg/s72-c/6023205-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-2198136815830975195</id><published>2009-08-02T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:25:18.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you reaaaaally think i'm pretty? hahahahah</title><content type='html'>hellohello(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;nadia and i went to one utama!&lt;br /&gt;to shop! &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day..was superduper fun. &lt;br /&gt;like, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;gosh, i have so many things to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;and i know i'm going to end up not blogging about some of it &lt;br /&gt;cause like.. i'll forget now. &lt;br /&gt;cause..&lt;br /&gt;i'm cool like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riiight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! so anyways! &lt;br /&gt;two indian dudes started following us. &lt;br /&gt;god knows what they were trying to say to me la&lt;br /&gt;like ' please, turn around. hey girl, please la ' &lt;br /&gt;smtgg like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, nadia freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;i told her not to. &lt;br /&gt;cause i'm pretty used to these idiots already&lt;br /&gt;but then nadia told me &lt;br /&gt;' tak. they're different. mcm.. they're acting like mereka mampu buat apa-apa pun! ' &lt;br /&gt;but i just told her to calm down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, they didn't stop. &lt;br /&gt;and what they were saying got worse&lt;br /&gt;and they were coming closer and closer&lt;br /&gt;so i got reallyreally freaked out too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't knw what to do&lt;br /&gt;so we went into this electronics shop&lt;br /&gt;and hid behind a TV&lt;br /&gt;after a while, we went out. &lt;br /&gt;thought they lost us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but noooooo.&lt;br /&gt;they were still there. &lt;br /&gt;so we turned one corner&lt;br /&gt;and started running for dear life&lt;br /&gt;we didn't turn back&lt;br /&gt;til later later la. &lt;br /&gt;we lost them! &lt;br /&gt;whooohoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;we were so happy. &lt;br /&gt;high five-ing there all. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;br /&gt;something nadia realised yesterday&lt;br /&gt;shopping is dangerous.. for me, at least. &lt;br /&gt;hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;cause i hurt myself....TWICE. &lt;br /&gt;it started bleeding okay...both times!&lt;br /&gt;one because of some stupidd pair of high heels ( it was actually really pretty..but still..hehehe ) &lt;br /&gt;and the other time...i dont know how.&lt;br /&gt;my finger just randomly started bleeding. &lt;br /&gt;now there's a pretty big cut. &lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadia and i had lunch in FRIDAYS(:&lt;br /&gt;i was craving for the fajitas, and nadia was craving for the fridays shrimp &lt;br /&gt;for soooooooooo long. &lt;br /&gt;in school, last week, the wholeee week we were talking about it &lt;br /&gt;so you can imagine how we were when we actually went ;p&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we were eating, then right beside us, this one chick fell down &lt;br /&gt;and nadia started laughing her ass off cause she said ' die jatuh cam durian!! ' &lt;br /&gt;and i told her not to laugh ( cause i'm really clumsy, and i fall down pretty often....kinda.. so to all of you who always say symren kaur is super poised and she reminds you of audrey hepburn and yada yada..well think again! ;p ) &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;god, i'm embarrassing myself, aren't i ? ;O &lt;br /&gt;oh well! hehe&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;br /&gt;i won like a free fajitaa! &lt;br /&gt;from fridays. &lt;br /&gt;cause of some lucky bill smtg smtg&lt;br /&gt;awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;nadia and i went to this prettysmallish shop&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this reallyprettyblackdress&lt;br /&gt;and so, &lt;br /&gt;i tried it on. &lt;br /&gt;and omggggg&lt;br /&gt;the lady there&lt;br /&gt;so annoying ;O &lt;br /&gt;she would just randomly open the changing room curtain without even telling me&lt;br /&gt;and say ' nicee,niceee'... ' come, i zip for you ' &lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;but i'm too nice to be rude or say anything ( chehh ) &lt;br /&gt;so i just let it be la..&lt;br /&gt;then....&lt;br /&gt;she started touching me!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;omg. &lt;br /&gt;i can laugh about it  now.. &lt;br /&gt;but i was kinda uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;lol, she kept saying ' dont worry.. me aunty only ma ' &lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaaaaa. aiyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THENNNN &lt;br /&gt;she kept saying i looked like a model ( yee, that's smtg i've never heard before ;O )&lt;br /&gt;she was so persistant. haha&lt;br /&gt;big eyessssssss, nice shoulders , like model only.&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not flattering myself.&lt;br /&gt;wait til you read what she said after that&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;she insulted my ehem ehems! &lt;br /&gt;said ' you still 17. so nevermind. still smallllll ' &lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;and then she said &lt;br /&gt;' you have to go shop buy *** '&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;aiyooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, nadia said i looked nice in the dress too&lt;br /&gt;so i just ended up buying it.&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. &lt;br /&gt;i think best part of the day&lt;br /&gt;was when nadia and i walked to the other side of one utama &lt;br /&gt;just to find a place to eat our pretzels &lt;br /&gt;( btw people, our feeeet were killing us! like, seriouslyy! cramping and stufff. cause by that time.. it was like, nine.. and weve been walking since twelve! ) &lt;br /&gt;and so anyways &lt;br /&gt;we sat at the arena food court &lt;br /&gt;and then looked at all the foooooooooooood shops there&lt;br /&gt;and we just had to eat la! &lt;br /&gt;ahahha. &lt;br /&gt;so nadia ate nasi goreng &lt;br /&gt;and i ate pan mee.&lt;br /&gt;and omgg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best part of the day &lt;br /&gt;was at the pan mee place&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeeeling so high&lt;br /&gt;so when the lady asked me &lt;br /&gt;' leng lui leng lui.. apa mau makan? ' &lt;br /&gt;i said, in this really bimboish way, ' do you reaaaaaally think i'm pretty? ' &lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadia couldn't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;neither could i &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thennn&lt;br /&gt;nadia : auntyy. die mau tanya aunty smtg &lt;br /&gt;aunty : yeaa. what?  &lt;br /&gt;nadia : kamu rase die cantik tak? &lt;br /&gt;* simmi stares at nadiaaaaa, while laughing * &lt;br /&gt;aunty : yeah! die mmg cantik. sampai lelaki tu pun x boleh kerja * points at guy whos staring at me * &lt;br /&gt;ahhahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny la i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys at the shop were really weird though&lt;br /&gt;kept asking me questions&lt;br /&gt;and then saying ' adikk, mengapa malu sangat? ' &lt;br /&gt;eiiish. &lt;br /&gt;kept asking me where i stay, how old am i, what race&lt;br /&gt;goshh&lt;br /&gt;i didn't answer any though&lt;br /&gt;heh heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;oh except the how old i am part&lt;br /&gt;cause he asked me for my number&lt;br /&gt;so i pretended like i didnt understand &lt;br /&gt;and just kept saying ' tujuh belas, tujuh belas ' &lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;then he started arguing with some other dude&lt;br /&gt;on who's ' eligible' to marry me. &lt;br /&gt;goddddd.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo. there's alot more to blog about. but i'm too lazy &lt;br /&gt;ask me ask me! i like to talk..alot. ahhaha ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt take alot of pictures together&lt;br /&gt;we were busy being stooooopid. &lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;but heres what i have from the day &lt;br /&gt;ps : this includes alottt of pretttty dresses.&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZztJD9gRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/O1jeruYPFAM/s1600-h/DSC03264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZztJD9gRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/O1jeruYPFAM/s320/DSC03264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365603225422364946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZzszOdvgI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Q5gv7Ud15zc/s1600-h/DSC03262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZzszOdvgI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Q5gv7Ud15zc/s320/DSC03262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365603219560840706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZzBa2f0vI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-eb3EyHVaKg/s1600-h/DSC03256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZzBa2f0vI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-eb3EyHVaKg/s320/DSC03256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365602474283487986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZzBCD_aUI/AAAAAAAAAko/mEdkjjVmCm4/s1600-h/DSC03250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZzBCD_aUI/AAAAAAAAAko/mEdkjjVmCm4/s320/DSC03250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365602467629197634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZzA-Dui7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/xhhQTrZGWOs/s1600-h/DSC03248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZzA-Dui7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/xhhQTrZGWOs/s320/DSC03248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365602466554350514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZzAfRDZzI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Erb_4MoBbbc/s1600-h/DSC03237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZzAfRDZzI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Erb_4MoBbbc/s320/DSC03237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365602458288744242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZzAAkJ1EI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/oMgN7ar3cE4/s1600-h/DSC03236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZzAAkJ1EI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/oMgN7ar3cE4/s320/DSC03236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365602450047358018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-2198136815830975195?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2198136815830975195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/hellohello-yesterday-nadia-and-i-went.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2198136815830975195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2198136815830975195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/hellohello-yesterday-nadia-and-i-went.html' title='do you reaaaaally think i&apos;m pretty? hahahahah'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnZztJD9gRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/O1jeruYPFAM/s72-c/DSC03264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-2934135063850596089</id><published>2009-08-01T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:42:06.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>african gray parrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQGI4FHWmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/UtPFL67tV1s/s1600-h/DSC03225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQGI4FHWmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/UtPFL67tV1s/s320/DSC03225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364919805667662434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQGIqq60bI/AAAAAAAAAj4/HlhTN2cyk6w/s1600-h/DSC03222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQGIqq60bI/AAAAAAAAAj4/HlhTN2cyk6w/s320/DSC03222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364919802068128178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQGIJ_5i9I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aUWEAdXaJBQ/s1600-h/DSC03213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQGIJ_5i9I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aUWEAdXaJBQ/s320/DSC03213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364919793297755090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQGHq6YhDI/AAAAAAAAAjo/yEZra_5lSV8/s1600-h/DSC03211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQGHq6YhDI/AAAAAAAAAjo/yEZra_5lSV8/s320/DSC03211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364919784953119794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQGHUEsjCI/AAAAAAAAAjg/w3FsFEWyR1Q/s1600-h/DSC03204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQGHUEsjCI/AAAAAAAAAjg/w3FsFEWyR1Q/s320/DSC03204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364919778822360098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey people!&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday i went to my uncle's house &lt;br /&gt;his 25th anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;wont say much about it.&lt;br /&gt;just that my cousin's have this superchunawesomelyawesome pet&lt;br /&gt;yes, refer to the title! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just spent my time playing with the parrot! &lt;br /&gt;but i got bored after a while.&lt;br /&gt;* shhhhh * &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you about today! &lt;br /&gt;I WOKE UP AT 5 IN THE MORNING.......to go jogging! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;awesomeness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, why 5, you ask? &lt;br /&gt;cause at 5, no ones awake. &lt;br /&gt;so you could act really stupid&lt;br /&gt;and no one sees you.&lt;br /&gt;you could where whatever you wanna wear&lt;br /&gt;and no one sees you. &lt;br /&gt;and you can run like a psycho freak&lt;br /&gt;and no one sees you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;it was really funny! &lt;br /&gt;there were a few cars lah.. &lt;br /&gt;everytime a car comes &lt;br /&gt;' you guyss! a car! act coool act cool! hahahaha. ' &lt;br /&gt;car goes... &lt;br /&gt;' alright! cars goneee! * whooo  * ' &lt;br /&gt;lol. so stupid la we were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the slowest, needless to say&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i'm sick okaay!&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;( yes people..still sick ) &lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;and kat and my sister went ahead.. &lt;br /&gt;told me to wait for em in front of my house.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't wanna waste my time.. &lt;br /&gt;ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;so i went behind them.. &lt;br /&gt;they didn't know. &lt;br /&gt;they passed my house a couple of times, and thought maybe i went in. lol. &lt;br /&gt;but little did they know i was sorta just behind em! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in other words, i did the SAME AMOUNT of rounds as you guys okay!&lt;br /&gt;ahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;we did 11 rounds, then my sister had to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kat and i continued til 15.&lt;br /&gt;we even ran the last round.. yes.. ran. &lt;br /&gt;lol. my house was like the pit stop la.. &lt;br /&gt;everytime i reached &lt;br /&gt;i would go ' whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ' &lt;br /&gt;and then kat and my sister would be like ' shhhh sym! its 5 in the morning! ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;and when they left meeeeee, &lt;br /&gt;i was superscared.&lt;br /&gt;thought i was going to get kidnapped or smtg.&lt;br /&gt;seriously though. &lt;br /&gt;it was scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause a stone fell like.. right in front of me when i was walking. &lt;br /&gt;and i thought somebody purposely threw it&lt;br /&gt;it was super dark, it's not like i could seee. &lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this van with two big sized indian dudes passed by &lt;br /&gt;and they couldn't stop staring and saying smtg in tamil. &lt;br /&gt;so i got so freaked out &lt;br /&gt;and i pushed myself&lt;br /&gt;to catch up with kat and my sister&lt;br /&gt;and when i did ( yesssssss! the sick girl did! whoo! ) &lt;br /&gt;they were like ' i thought you were at home?!?!??! ' &lt;br /&gt;ahhahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. &lt;br /&gt;took this picture right before going : &lt;br /&gt;you cant see anything. but screw it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQHoTQFRgI/AAAAAAAAAkI/qQYRmItb0RM/s1600-h/DSC03233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQHoTQFRgI/AAAAAAAAAkI/qQYRmItb0RM/s320/DSC03233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364921445048993282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-2934135063850596089?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2934135063850596089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/african-gray-parrot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2934135063850596089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/2934135063850596089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/african-gray-parrot.html' title='african gray parrot'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnQGI4FHWmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/UtPFL67tV1s/s72-c/DSC03225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-3176257524731283579</id><published>2009-07-30T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:19:17.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRUNO(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnJwjLlQo0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/XBv3I2ZbyQ4/s1600-h/1bruno_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnJwjLlQo0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/XBv3I2ZbyQ4/s320/1bruno_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364473855858484034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO YOUTUBE LETTERMAN - BRUNO TOP TEN LIST &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NADIA MADE ME YOUTUBE IT TOO. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hilarious okay. &lt;br /&gt;seriously! &lt;br /&gt;i cant link anything here.&lt;br /&gt;my blog is so psycho. &lt;br /&gt;that's why my posts are kinda different now. &lt;br /&gt;sucks cause i dont know what went wrong. hahaaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;GO NOW. heheee (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-3176257524731283579?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3176257524731283579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/07/bruno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/3176257524731283579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/3176257524731283579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/07/bruno.html' title='BRUNO(:'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnJwjLlQo0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/XBv3I2ZbyQ4/s72-c/1bruno_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-254629637746358010</id><published>2009-07-30T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:39:24.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you could have done more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnJm-AyZ5wI/AAAAAAAAAjI/2VQSvdlf1uI/s1600-h/DSC_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnJm-AyZ5wI/AAAAAAAAAjI/2VQSvdlf1uI/s320/DSC_0315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364463321701017346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Were you named after anyone?&lt;br /&gt;nope! my mum started calling me simmi, so my grandmother said why dont you name her symren? ahhaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;too recent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;i'm okay with it. i like it when i'm not lazy! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite lunch meat?&lt;br /&gt;dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;what do you think ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you could pick one of the famous person to be friends with , who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;dead or alive? hahaa. then freddie mercury! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you use sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;too often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you still have your tonsils?&lt;br /&gt;yess, i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;koko krunch and honey stars and frosties and.. i think i dont have a favorite anymore ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;nope, only when I put them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite ice cream? &lt;br /&gt;neopolitan! hehee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the first thing you notice about people?&lt;br /&gt;sounds cheesy, but i suppose the way they present themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Red or pink?&lt;br /&gt;pink :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the one physical feature you like most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;it's all about the eyes baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who do you miss most?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you want everyone to complete this lists?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What color pants and shoes are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;black tights and a white tshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;under the influence- james morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you were a crayon , what color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;how in the world am i spose to know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite smells?&lt;br /&gt;would you guys think i'm crazy if i say the smell of durians? HAHAHA. nah. lilac? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was the last person you talk to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;kathryn george. she woke me up at 5 in the morning today to go walking with her. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like the person who send this to you?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite sports to watch?&lt;br /&gt;tennis, diving, gymnastics, swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Hair color?&lt;br /&gt;black? or maybe dark brown? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;dark brown (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;nope, i dont have to (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;chocolateeeeeeeeeeee. hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Scary movies or happy endings? &lt;br /&gt;happy endings, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Last movie you watched? &lt;br /&gt;SAW 5. haha. totally contradicts my answer to the previous question, doesn't it? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;my white relay for life 2008 tshirt (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Summer or Winter?&lt;br /&gt;winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite dessert? &lt;br /&gt;chocolate cake! hahaha go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Most likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;dont know, dont care! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Least likely to respond? &lt;br /&gt;dont know, dont care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What book are you reading now?&lt;br /&gt;well i should be reading biology or history or something like that. but needless to say, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is on your mouse pad?&lt;br /&gt;i don't even use a mouse. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What did you watch on tv last night?&lt;br /&gt;well, i wanted to watch breaking the magicians code, but my astro went psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Favorite sounds?&lt;br /&gt;really good piano playing. i think it's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Rolling Stones or Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;beatles, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is the farthest you have been from home? &lt;br /&gt;europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you have special talents?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;kuala lumpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Whose answers are you looking forward to getting back?&lt;br /&gt;whoever is bored enough to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you believe in love at first sight ?&lt;br /&gt;bullshit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921504207041883184-254629637746358010?l=symrenkaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/feeds/254629637746358010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-could-have-done-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/254629637746358010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921504207041883184/posts/default/254629637746358010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symrenkaur.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-could-have-done-more.html' title='you could have done more'/><author><name>Simmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15648388789381105829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/Sds__riFJlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/feoAyE93gkk/S220/DSC01109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnJm-AyZ5wI/AAAAAAAAAjI/2VQSvdlf1uI/s72-c/DSC_0315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921504207041883184.post-3874880280549105347</id><published>2009-07-29T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:51:12.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnEmrCA3WRI/AAAAAAAAAjA/9ZbnYciw40s/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-FUL3XvS8Q/SnEmrCA3WRI/AAAAAAAAAjA/9ZbnYciw40s/s320/0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364111151891699986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trials are now on the 17th of august! &lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on peopleee. &lt;br /&gt;that's so soon. &lt;br /&gt;it was spose to be on the first of september.&lt;br /&gt;look at the difference. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;not cool. &lt;br /&gt;not cool at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, &lt;br /&gt;aand i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;it's getting worse. &lt;br /&gt;arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;sore throat! i mean i can still talk la ( thank god ;p ) but it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;fluuuuu. that's the worst part of it all! shucks. &lt;br /&gt;today in school, all the form 5's took  pictures for the school leavers page for persada together.&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't go &lt;br /&gt;i woke up, and i just felt so....weak? i dont know lah!
