<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:30:29.698-07:00</updated><category term='cecilia'/><category term='norwegian recycling.'/><category term='bernard'/><category term='sad'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='senseless'/><category term='scared'/><category term='profercy be damn ?'/><category term='when bitches collide'/><category term='lalalove'/><category term='GAY'/><category term='bernard day dreaming again'/><category term='SHIT'/><category term='Adam gay'/><category term='OH GET FCUK'/><category term='MARK FAN'/><category term='i love my family'/><category term='antu coming soon'/><category term='LYRICS'/><category term='not'/><category term='Go:Audio'/><category term='football'/><category term='be'/><category term='love'/><category term='useless'/><title type='text'>wake up wake up !</title><subtitle type='html'>my words are as timed as the beating in my chest</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-661756548344239099</id><published>2009-12-12T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:43:48.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>page 67</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;well well well. im back again. woah since 1st november. haha. anyways. soo soo sooo many things have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;been happening in my life nowadays. but the most recent one is. mummy. i seriously dont know how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to live without mummy. she's been there for me everytime. okay maybe dad too. but his more of the motivational s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ort of person. but i'll talk bout that later. so mum fell very very very ill. aww mum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;:(. i feel so stupid cuz i cant help her. hmph. money is always an issue. wished my brothers are back though :/ i love you mother :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySf6NQfehI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QbqEItp7iao/s1600-h/laura-monahan-values-mother-and-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySf6NQfehI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QbqEItp7iao/s320/laura-monahan-values-mother-and-child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414628474346240530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;celebrating Christmas without my brothers this year. dang it :( and this year's Christmas to me is all about togetherness. but what's togetherness without my brothers? :( i wish they were back now. we'd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;be running around the house chasing each other. going out to town&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;driving around. haih. :'( man this is so sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySjuq7aciI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rh5oRFnkP1g/s1600-h/asdadaddddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySjuq7aciI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rh5oRFnkP1g/s320/asdadaddddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414632674198975010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Kenneth Klassen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySjuUQTAnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HeWWXk1dSRU/s1600-h/asdasdasdadddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySjuUQTAnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HeWWXk1dSRU/s320/asdasdasdadddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414632668112552562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Jonathan Klassen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySjuHvZpOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3O1xqNOCh7E/s1600-h/THYN+AND+KENNETH+XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySjuHvZpOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3O1xqNOCh7E/s320/THYN+AND+KENNETH+XD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414632664753349858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; dweeps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; i miss you guys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySlaVcj17I/AAAAAAAAAH4/CRJVtg3hXjs/s1600-h/llllllllllllll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySlaVcj17I/AAAAAAAAAH4/CRJVtg3hXjs/s320/llllllllllllll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414634523858294706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Francis Klassen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySlbPhh6HI/AAAAAAAAAII/y6iI1gvH8So/s1600-h/XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySlbPhh6HI/AAAAAAAAAII/y6iI1gvH8So/s320/XD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414634539448395890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Bernard Klassen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySlaoWjXoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kx3DGuL8rug/s1600-h/HAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySlaoWjXoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kx3DGuL8rug/s320/HAHA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414634528933371522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;brothers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;then next year im gonna be alone! francis just finish his Spm Exams.. damn it all oh! :'( why must i be the youngest :/ at least i still have J. haha! and some friends. :/ but it aint the same without my brothers. gro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;wing up with them isnt easy. but its worth it. i seriously miss them. oh well. Christmas with my parents are well enough. didnt go anywhere this year. im in kk till next year. yay me ?  hahaha. i was running through everyones fb tod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ay. im so bored. chated with farrah again today. she's funny. i gave her some songs. to brighten her boring day.my day wasnt as cheerful as usual. Stannia sleeping XD naughty naug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hty. wonder if she's dreaming of me. *think think think* nahh. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySn3Xw2PlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6k7LkxmbqX8/s1600-h/fenella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySn3Xw2PlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6k7LkxmbqX8/s320/fenella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414637221719719506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fenella Ho&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;kenneth's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySn3pn1rSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VXNtbvhvqaw/s1600-h/stannia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySn3pn1rSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VXNtbvhvqaw/s320/stannia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414637226513771810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Stannia Chong .&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;bernard's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HAHA. man fenella's gonna kill me XD hahahaa. forgive me :p actually im not if they're still together. God dang it. hahaha. XD i hope they are. she's fanni. hehe. i love you guys :)  &lt;/span&gt;baby,&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;dont marah me :p hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aights then CHEERIOS :D&lt;br /&gt;in Christmas Mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4434026446116978634-661756548344239099?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/661756548344239099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/12/page-67.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/661756548344239099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/661756548344239099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/12/page-67.html' title='page 67'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SySf6NQfehI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QbqEItp7iao/s72-c/laura-monahan-values-mother-and-child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-2177884566027408249</id><published>2009-11-01T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:41:29.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>page 66</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Su5u8-H_z3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lIhKtF_I2pw/s1600-h/honest_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Su5u8-H_z3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lIhKtF_I2pw/s320/honest_01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399374997011550066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno where's the futures heading&lt;/span&gt;. thts what thyn told me. everytime i seek for advise. his the best person to look up for. besides him there's ben. thyn has taught me alot about survival. ''survival of the fittest'' he say. i always have been looking up to him. he taught me how to walk. he taught me how to talk. he taught me everything i need to know about this so called "life". never trust anyone without seeing with your own bare naked eyes. simple as that may sound. i didnt have a strong heart as he does. i tried not believing. i tried telling lying. i tried making others feel on top of the world. i tried sarcasm. everything seems to be related to this unknown feeling which i call the ''gay feeling inside''. it makes you feel all guilty and your mind starts to have vision of your own perspective. you begin to think of whats wrong and bad to right and good. soon later you try ever so hard to turn things around elsewhere but nothing seems to be in your control. and things only makes matter from worse to worst. by then you begin you indulge yourself into your own ego and sorrow and pain mix em all up and you'll get that ''gay feeling''. i swear i wasnt this soft in heart last time. but its my nature to be caring towards others. friends call me their dad. my own family thinks otherwise though. especially francis. he has always been there for me and teach me almost everything since thyn left to kl. but i've never listen/hear a single words my dad nor francis and kenneth say. the reason is because i only trust three person in my life. thyn,mum, and God. i never sleep without praying anymore. im only 15 but i already know too much. i believe in Him because he rescued me once already. even my family from leaving this december. that's why. i have so much faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's yesterday. sometimes lying is better than the truth. but in my world. truth is what gets things going up. thinking positive is the solution for almost everything. having that extra strength within you. that makes you ''you''. you show the world what your made off. that's what we're suppose to do. proving others that your useful not better than them. and allow me to get this straight. i have been not thinking about her anymore. i am over her. i am new,striped and polish. i have no intention whatsoever. but your mind. keeps thinking that i am. wena dude. im over her. get over it. "just say your not over her" ? she sent me that text. you sound like you want me to get her back. your saying all those bad words and swears. your plan was trying to get me aggitated? so i can tell you the truth? im sorry for dissapointing you but she's yours. so please release me. i have nothing against you or anything. you got her fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfWVl99KmsM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfWVl99KmsM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to a happier and brighter section. i personally love this song rite now. i want his voice and his hair. i want my hair to be long as his. God dammit. i just want long hair right now. my hair looks like the guy in Star Wars. i look so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight then, cheerios.&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you understand wena cause i dont&lt;br /&gt;give a damn about your zeda anymore. so please.&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-2177884566027408249?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/2177884566027408249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/11/page-66.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/2177884566027408249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/2177884566027408249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/11/page-66.html' title='page 66'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Su5u8-H_z3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lIhKtF_I2pw/s72-c/honest_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-5432202552597401266</id><published>2009-10-15T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:32:27.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 61</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;stayed at darryl's place. God please take care of him. hahaha. cian bha him. just operate. hahaha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i will never get over the sweet obsession i have with mayday parade. just when i thought they're not gonna make a new album *sobs* suddenly! they did! im ya number one fan&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MAYDAY PARADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NjNPjhDVr0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NjNPjhDVr0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;anywhere but here - mayday parade&lt;br /&gt;*official video*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EhN6CpZJsxk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EhN6CpZJsxk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear this time i mean it - mayday parade&lt;br /&gt;*dedicated to stannia*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmh8Mu5Dq0A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmh8Mu5Dq0A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still breathing - mayday parade&lt;br /&gt;*daryl's song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Iz-j0qHXPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Iz-j0qHXPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*greg's song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try hearing all the song from the new album :p i bet you will love em'&lt;br /&gt;i need the cd! XD i really really want oh. whoever gets me the cd i'll do anything oh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear,i cant stop reading the text you sent me last night. i'll remember it forever. i love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;AIGHTS CHEERIOS ! feeling good :D&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-5432202552597401266?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/5432202552597401266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/10/page-61.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5432202552597401266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5432202552597401266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/10/page-61.html' title='page 61'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-2355761677339565215</id><published>2009-09-24T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:33:23.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 60</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Srt-oQTPYzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gfqKBxSp_-c/s1600-h/kamabiung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Srt-oQTPYzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gfqKBxSp_-c/s320/kamabiung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037009487094578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;totally had fun time at izzal's place today. i feel totally like home over there. i greet practically everyone i know. izzal's mum so loving this. haha. anyways. i LOVE the food there. RIBS. how can you not like em ? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Srt-n2xx4lI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1FHOV_01ExA/s1600-h/lllonijviuc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Srt-n2xx4lI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1FHOV_01ExA/s320/lllonijviuc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037002635862610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me and mamat was thinking of a weird look but it turned out muka mengencang. hahaha. i love his house oh. its so big. it has a field to play football. it has everything! god i wish i have a house to beat that one. hahaha. i sorted things out with her. everything's settled. oh god how much ily. f.y.i the songs just for hear. i love this song. super nice. super awesome. super kick :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights cheerios! ilystannia :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/4434026446116978634-2355761677339565215?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/2355761677339565215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-60.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/2355761677339565215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/2355761677339565215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-60.html' title='page 60'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Srt-oQTPYzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gfqKBxSp_-c/s72-c/kamabiung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-8224398377027676637</id><published>2009-09-22T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:42:28.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 59</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM THE SKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SrkAC-SiEtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tFrb9DEzRvQ/s1600-h/blue+sky+sailboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SrkAC-SiEtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tFrb9DEzRvQ/s320/blue+sky+sailboat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384334880578605778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;YOU ARE THE OCEAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;now im gonna make a tribute. to the person who have left a deep mark in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i will never ever ever forget this person. she's loyal, she's smart,she's a bitch,tears seriously came out when i read her post. haha. i call her in many names. some say i call her bitch. others say i call cinabeng. but i think what her mother has name her is one of the seven wonders of the world. lucynda joey. you practically been using my own words agaisnt me. i have been such a hypocrite when it come to love. you stood up for me. eventhough people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;labels you with mean words and things would have brought you down. both yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;u and i know. i have change towards this. i promise i'll love stannia chong with all my heart. till the very dying moment&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;when i did that complete melt down that nobody knows.things that occur to me for the past two years. things that were unslove by my useless life. you made it happen. you gave me the strenght to stand toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;y. you know im always the shoulder you need to cry on. dont even think of doing this on your blog. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SrkGyKEsY8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2IlvD2kfRW0/s1600-h/samio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SrkGyKEsY8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2IlvD2kfRW0/s320/samio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384342288265405378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i wanna say. i love stannia. you have been there for me as well. for 17 days. i actually felt like it has been so long. you own my heart. keep it well. i promise you it will give you that warm feeling  everytime we're away. i know we're so far away, but i know your here with me now,we'll make it through i hope your the one i share my life with, i wish you could be the one i die with,i pray your the one i build my home with i hope i will hear you saying i love you to me all my life.it's time to try anything to be with you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. i love you deardear. i still owe you so many things. i still gonna give you what you deserve. i still gonna keep my promise for you. i guess this is pretty much it. the song will say everything for me stannia. dont cry :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights cheerios people. take care all.&lt;br /&gt;i love you stannia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;klassen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SrkHBm9mwbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pNxLHVG84i8/s1600-h/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SrkHBm9mwbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pNxLHVG84i8/s400/LOVE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384342553718342066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;p/s : nina, buy ah my books. i become author this. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-8224398377027676637?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/8224398377027676637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-59.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8224398377027676637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8224398377027676637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-59.html' title='page 59'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SrkAC-SiEtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tFrb9DEzRvQ/s72-c/blue+sky+sailboat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-7224643462767591928</id><published>2009-09-21T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:52:00.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 58</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Srdsi8yAGWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FnWmlJOPP-A/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Srdsi8yAGWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FnWmlJOPP-A/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383891227231918434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we the kings - all again for you&lt;br /&gt;[ song of the day ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so hello again, i totally woke up at 8 today just to text stannia. hahaha. th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;at time gila man the heavy rain. its like WHUSSSHHHH. i went like wth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. sick man the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so i woke up at &lt;/span&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;around that time la. ngamngam th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;at time also J woke up. hahaha. he slept over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;watching that un-deserve victory of ManUtd and ManCity. it ended 4-3.. then i sms stannia and rubina and daryl. someone is gonna get wet on monday ! hahaha. i text stannia and she's like in Cp. i went like woah. hahaa. so i got up. brush up. took a shower. and ask mum to send me to town. which she totally did. haha. i love mummy. anyway. so i went to warisan to meet her with her friend. and damn girl she was fine. hahaha :p we walked to cathay to watch a movie and we watched. G-force. haha. that movie so cute this talking guinea pigs. they'll nvr let you down. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Srd2XPySF3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eImvAtD5YGU/s1600-h/gforce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Srd2XPySF3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eImvAtD5YGU/s320/gforce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383902021291218802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;" Get your butt out of my face, Get your face out of my butt! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that killed me. hahaha. funny this them. hahaha. so i watch finish already with them. we walked to Cp back to eat. hahaha. eat eat eat i met brandon kee chong. hahaha. he works in Mcd. haha. so funny this pindik pindik batak batak like seanricko. hahaha. i chat with carmen again. we were looking for insults. for the british i think? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch ! haih. i dunno how la to live without you this. i'll remember everything. i got your back and you got mine. appreciatte it. a lot. im the sky. i understand :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-7224643462767591928?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/7224643462767591928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-58.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7224643462767591928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7224643462767591928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-58.html' title='page 58'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Srdsi8yAGWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FnWmlJOPP-A/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-4062748168386324169</id><published>2009-09-20T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T04:58:41.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 57</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SrYYw5gJVOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kTxJHwhorus/s1600-h/destine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SrYYw5gJVOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kTxJHwhorus/s320/destine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383517632916444386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;destine - in your arms&lt;br /&gt;[ song of the day ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;today so weird this. i woke dizzy dizzy cuz someone like totally woke me. i wanted to go down and brush teeth then my mum shout. i ran. fell knee first on the stairs.pain pain rub rub. continue running my parents toilet got leak. so have to naik the roof punya tangki again. naik naik fix fix. okay done. bath bath clean clean. wipe wipe. body body. change change went to a open house in likas. some datuk's place. i saw uncle ronald cooke. hahaha. that dude funny this.i took drinks for everyone on my table. i feel like so generous today. so i help la. then i told mum bout her handphone. surprisingly mum wasnt angry at all. so nice this. then i told her the phone izzal borrowed me the battery suck. so she lend me her phone gen oh. gila i love you mummy. then then i can finally text stannia fast fast. the phone lags like shit this. i help gavin with his problem. with aleyh la. ish. hahaha. i called lucynda and ask her everything. then i text stannia till after midnight. i watch liverpool match when i was texting her. i hate liverpool zonal markings. no use at all. but i adore west ham la. haha. it was a fun match. kept me awake. hmm, now it's raining so heavy. so boring this the weather today. suck oh. hahaha. i need to play football. i need to kick a ball. that only relief stress. pmr is like what.. 18 days ? crapness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;AIGHTS CHEERIOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 days to PMR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/4434026446116978634-4062748168386324169?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/4062748168386324169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-57.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4062748168386324169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4062748168386324169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-57.html' title='page 57'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SrYYw5gJVOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kTxJHwhorus/s72-c/destine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-7255273694431904829</id><published>2009-09-16T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:18:14.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 56</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;today is music video day ! hehe. which if these videos you like most ? comment em'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fV0GSy_ERgg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fV0GSy_ERgg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saving aimee - we're the good guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u44HGx7YixY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u44HGx7YixY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destine - in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHFhNne6sNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHFhNne6sNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every avenue - empty room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kn9E8XIs7jw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kn9E8XIs7jw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayday parade  - jamie all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Destine beats them all. i likey they're song like nice this the way the sing. i think the singer's dutch. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thats so gonna be me ! embrace the inner blood of bernard! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;AIGHT's Cheerios :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote :&lt;br /&gt;don't take things for granted :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-7255273694431904829?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/7255273694431904829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-56.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7255273694431904829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7255273694431904829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-56.html' title='page 56'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-269441403539641794</id><published>2009-09-15T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:47:02.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 55</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;today i feel so lyric-ish. i've been sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ging church songs the whole day. thanks to sir adrian. but then i kept singing&lt;br /&gt;random songs. here's some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night i slept,&lt;br /&gt;on your side of the bed so,&lt;br /&gt;it was ready when you got home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;we're like noughts and crosses in the&lt;br /&gt;opposite always attract.&lt;br /&gt;[ mood : when your feeling sad like that. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;~ you and me at six - always attrac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll borrow word from all my favourite paragraphs,&lt;br /&gt;to write a ballad while we say the things,&lt;br /&gt;you hope it would mean most to me and,&lt;br /&gt;each letter send i have found in the pagers the hope,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;for the days when, i feel like i've lost everything&lt;br /&gt;mood : when you love someone but not the other way around ]&lt;br /&gt;~ mayday parade - the last something that meant anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sweet dreams are made of these,&lt;br /&gt;who am i to disagree,&lt;br /&gt;travel the world through the seven seas,&lt;br /&gt;everybody is looking for something&lt;br /&gt;[ mood : the song that makes your head go spinning ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;~ eurithmics - sweet dre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dont come back and pretend to tell me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; the night you've had with your made up stories&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; I was there but you didnt see me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; there you were and the floor was empty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; you and him getting more than friendly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; it was just a kiss&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; but I could see you meant i&lt;/span&gt;t.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; go:audio - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;made up stori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;dunno why i'm feeling so giddy and sad mix with a lil pain and stirred with a lil sorrow plus a sad memory adding a lil depression and shaked with a heart ache on top. maybe it's just my foot.my left foot blister like insanely painful. my right foot stepped on a stone. a med&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ium one. to top that. francis step on my foot when that happen. hahaha. oh well. its okay francis. i lalalovestannia♥ always attract me baby :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;AIGHTS NO QUOTE.&lt;br /&gt;CHEERIOS AMIGOS :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/4434026446116978634-269441403539641794?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/269441403539641794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-55.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/269441403539641794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/269441403539641794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-55.html' title='page 55'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-5947732966260074883</id><published>2009-09-14T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T03:51:08.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 54</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;hey hey its page 54. so today.. hmm.. today was a sucky day for me actually. okay. from morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assembly&lt;/span&gt; : i gave my phone to othman. because i had this really strange feeling since yesterday that there is gonna be spot check. so i gave my phone to him la. so we went inside with james cuz he lazy to find his necktie so i borrowed him mine. i spotted russell and christian. talk to them for a while. then bla bla bla *bonek gay* then spot check. punya lucky. then everyone has to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;limpas teacher bonek @ saffri. to check long hair. i went up there. he tahan me cuz i was arrogant to him last friday bout the gduh gduh. i dont wanna sell out my friends name. so i deny deny deny in the end i gduh ckp with him. now he calls me arrogant.i had to stand on the stage in front of all the rambut panjang people. malu also la but funny this. hahaha. i think everythings funny. try saying shampoo. ill laugh. i kena jangkit darryl. the black one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EnglishClass &lt;/span&gt;: i  practically did not do anything. i space out like woah. i look at darryl the whole day. it was kinda gay. but he liked it. haha! no bha. he sniggers a lot. then i wanted to sleep but tia jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HistoryClass&lt;/span&gt; : me and izzal fake laugh at the teachers joke. and then i came to realise she's not that bad after all. she's a nice lady.hahaa. then took back results. my history aint so bad. hahaha. 50%  bh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recess :&lt;/span&gt; puasa month so easy to buy food. this actually shows how many muslim are there in my school.&lt;br /&gt;haha. a lot. i bought my usual food. nasi + ayam goreng cmpur kuah. hahaa. ate ate ate. then only she reply my texts. then text her with my bestfriend's super duper late gila babi lagging phone. i boring la you phone. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geography &lt;/span&gt;: i studied with othman while teaching darryl science with izzal. i hate him. he got so high this his mark for everything! gila eh. born a smart ass. so i did geo cuz im paranoid this with the failing and shit. eii. boring la geo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kemahiran Hidup &lt;/span&gt;: i listen like for while then i took a nap. daryl and izzal was listening. not izzal la. maybe daryl. hahaha. the teacher was blabling in front. i didnt really care. but in my mind was like. " oh c'mon mekh! study! budu oh you" then i woke up and study. haih. dete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;rmination bha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathematics &lt;/span&gt;: i slept. like not the whole way but still. and no abraham did not wake me up. hahaha. i slept and then woke up to take my results. aint have bad for a guy like me. 54% hahaha. k bh tht. ish.&lt;br /&gt;i know la you all smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;my grades are falling gradually. i do not knw why. but i know i have to study. i gotta focus. going to library is kinda helping me. i go the everyday. to study. then talk talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; hahaha. i am still here for you ma' bitch. dont worry la. forget bout what happen aight ? i'll kill him the next time i see him. for real. despite you telling me. maybe i'll talk. but not kill like literally la. and woah waoh Ged! arsenal lose bhaaa! hahahaha. had a suckish day which turn to a happy in the end. i actually followed nadira in the same car. it was scary. i said hi uncle. hahaha thats all then akward silence. i had no ride home from lib. my lil sis was the only option. so i took it la. drop me off near Merdeka Supermarket. online as soon as i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Sq4eHUQCP1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/10RwKaADiKk/s1600-h/Good_Charlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Sq4eHUQCP1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/10RwKaADiKk/s320/Good_Charlotte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381271715798204242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good Charlotte ; We Believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;that song will nvr get bored. haha. a one to keep remembering :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music Quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;So this worl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;d is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you to ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Just lay it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;d &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I’ll b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;hing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-5947732966260074883?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/5947732966260074883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-54.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5947732966260074883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5947732966260074883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-54.html' title='page 54'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Sq4eHUQCP1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/10RwKaADiKk/s72-c/Good_Charlotte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-4731396078772551322</id><published>2009-09-13T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:14:31.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 53</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqzwD5CagEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4Duumkc6hIg/s1600-h/lllll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqzwD5CagEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4Duumkc6hIg/s320/lllll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380939604442120258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group photo :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqzwDQqPBiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EwKY1t7-h00/s1600-h/8226_130290122708_637702708_2669505_1855207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqzwDQqPBiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EwKY1t7-h00/s320/8226_130290122708_637702708_2669505_1855207_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380939593603286562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth and i. trip my eldest brother name. sehhh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;t&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;oday was awesome. is awesome i'd rather say. today's sunday really got me off my bad mood for this month of septy. wanna know why i hate this month so much ? well here goes. th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;is year i am sitting for my PMR exams. its important to me to show my parents that i can do it. i failed geo. you guys probably know that  from my previous post. haha. then my mum's phone that i borrowed. spoil. then my pencil box lost. then my wallet lost. no la that never happen. hahaha. anyway. gotta make things straight and right. go gain trust of people who i lost. haha. i guess im alim this now. ive been enterin mass like woah. hahaha. seriously. lil sis @ NADIRA ARI. im not bad. haha. you nvr ask :D hearts you :p i went out with the ray gang today. hahaha. funny this all of them. it was really fun as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;well. we all went to MV doulos. hahaha. that place super boring! eii. ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqzvMDRNWsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/U8o-tAIai8A/s1600-h/pppppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqzvMDRNWsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/U8o-tAIai8A/s320/pppppp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380938645115853506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenneth,larissa,sammyyammy,gabaayy,staaniiaaa♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gabbay - mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sam - sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;larissa - aunty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenneth - baboon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jasmine - lil dino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;andrea - young one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zeda - zeda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lucynda - dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zeda's lil sister named lola - dudette'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i kinda forgot some nicknames again now. hahahaha. ah well. if anything just ring me up. not prank ah. i shall remember its your idea zeda. hahaha. im so gonna get you back hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;quote : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shout &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WORLD TO KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I♥stannia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4434026446116978634-4731396078772551322?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/4731396078772551322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-53.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4731396078772551322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4731396078772551322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-53.html' title='page 53'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqzwD5CagEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4Duumkc6hIg/s72-c/lllll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-2207612569619898288</id><published>2009-09-12T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:26:11.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 52</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqtZXxFmDgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9lBNc8T8ySs/s1600-h/Mayday_Parade_Dudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqtZXxFmDgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9lBNc8T8ySs/s320/Mayday_Parade_Dudes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380492444672855554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      mayday parade - the last something that meant anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqtZEiz0SNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/D4ILgSe2IJo/s1600-h/youmeatsix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqtZEiz0SNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/D4ILgSe2IJo/s320/youmeatsix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380492114422679762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      you and me at six - always attract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqtZEJvy6vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mqCkqP6ta9A/s1600-h/escapethefate.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqtZEJvy6vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mqCkqP6ta9A/s320/escapethefate.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380492107694926578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   escape the fate - harder than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;those are like my current songs that. hahaha. balik2 i hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smart this they way they sing.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;its the lyrics and they way they present&lt;br /&gt;is how much it means.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. no effing idea what i meant.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights. un-cheerios D:&lt;br /&gt;its a bad month. i hate septy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-2207612569619898288?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/2207612569619898288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-52.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/2207612569619898288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/2207612569619898288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-52.html' title='page 52'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SqtZXxFmDgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9lBNc8T8ySs/s72-c/Mayday_Parade_Dudes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-7368513856362686831</id><published>2009-09-10T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:47:06.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 51</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well this sucks. i failed geo this. oh hell is upon me. mum so gonna be mad. ahh f that. nevermind that shit. anyway. when to the library alone today. to study GEO. which i did for a while untill i notice i have no paper to write on. so i went hunting for people for paper. *hunthunthunt* i got enosh,valentine,james,some form 4s and other people. but i ask from val and james. then no mood wanna study. gila. like first time i fail. this also when i didnt copy but first time! haih. so i spoted nadira and talha. haha. chat with them. funny this talha. he laugh at anything. i tought lil' sis science. cuz science is effing easy. then there's a fight going on i went down. nothing happen. wasted time for aircon. then i met. anita,abitt,andrea,shazana,ling. said hi to all cept abitt. i dont think she remembers me with bald hair. hahaha. andrea also first time talk to me. hahaha. she did this funny W for whatever sign to me. hahaha. talk to nadira about EVERYTHING. everything we missed out. gossips. everything everyone that talks bout us. haha. mmg adik la her. then then i miss her calls again T.T sorry. anyway. didnt study la. many many lasallians just now. hahaha. went home with jordan and vinoun and shafee and dane and daneil jonathan. they are funny people. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;music &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;we're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; nough&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;crosses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;OPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OSITE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;always attract :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/4434026446116978634-7368513856362686831?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/7368513856362686831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-51.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7368513856362686831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7368513856362686831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-51.html' title='page 51'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-4452376689125954848</id><published>2009-09-08T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:59:03.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 50</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;haha. sweet its my 50th post. happy golden anniversarry bloggie. i wanna put stuff in this boring old fella. hmm, i think i wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nna put pictures but i dont have a camera. which i totally need one right now. im getting bored with some of my old pictures. an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;d on top that. i wanna a good camera. like like, an SLR. damn. hahaha. i really wanna 'syok-sendiri' right now. moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to sports. ever since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;i got like this ankle injury. it never healed. but i don't care. i still wanna play. cuz it's so my passion now. no more basketball bernard. its all football. and oh yeah FIFA WORLD CUP 2010. im so lucky im form 4 next year. can glue myself onto the chair or bed. with a bag of tachos and some booze. ahh, booze. how can we not live without it ? next, i really really rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lly really i mean really want a shoe. to play football right now. a normal shoe not boots. haha. to play on the road with J. stupid all my old shoes tore and the rubber ran away. like literally. haih. im so asking too much. better get good results man for PMR. anyone can tutor me ? i totally suck in studies. alli ever do is copy. but seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt; i never copy english. hahaha. thats a start. i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;many many other subjects like history. my god history. i hate history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i suck in history. i think history was made to kill people like me. unless im the only one. and then great there's geo. i didnt know malaysia has so many places. with names. what the hell. i hate those two. but i love maths and science eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;nthough i suck in maths. thanks to abraham math is all i ever do now. sides that, i never actually did well in my studies. next year i gotta study really hard. though theres WORLD CUP. damn.i kinda just realise all the people i w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;asnt close with. became close with me. and those who are went futher. that is so dejavu. hahaha. oh well, when its all said and done. i think its fun-er this way. cuz i practically dont care bout nothing no more. hahaha. things that relief me from thinking you know ? hahaha. oh well, list list list. thats all i got. when am i ever satisfied with what i have ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;music quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;conversation has no face&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;when the words take days you can re-write and erase anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-4452376689125954848?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/4452376689125954848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4452376689125954848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4452376689125954848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-50.html' title='page 50'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-6658610528859054949</id><published>2009-09-07T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T05:33:42.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 49</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*TRIALS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh. i hate trials,excel,exam,test,quiz&lt;br /&gt;anything that has to with my brain. like eww man studying ?&lt;br /&gt;i know i know FUTURE. always get that a lot from mum.&lt;br /&gt;but she's right aint she ? studying is like a job for us right now.&lt;br /&gt;get good grades = got impression&lt;br /&gt;promotion = going to the next form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM1&lt;br /&gt;bm1 isnt an easy subject but the trick is to remember those past questions we did.&lt;br /&gt;thats what i do. latih tubi berabis. im only doing this on bm last time. now maths and the&lt;br /&gt;rest of the subjects. its like what 30 more days to PMR ? wthm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM2&lt;br /&gt;bm2 is a easy subject and the trick is to dont get lazy. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i think la. my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEO.&lt;br /&gt;i hate geo nuff' said. personally hate geo :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the subjects for todays trial. i dont even know whats tomorrows trials exam.&lt;br /&gt;how lame is that ? dont answer that. VERY i know. like crap only me this.&lt;br /&gt;gonna do the BATTLE OF THE BRAINS by astro today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love somebody ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights cheerios :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote :&lt;br /&gt;oh baby, if nothing last forever, will you be my nothing ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-6658610528859054949?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/6658610528859054949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-49.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/6658610528859054949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/6658610528859054949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-49.html' title='page 49'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-5468368821318921773</id><published>2009-09-06T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:40:28.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 48</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's been kinda long since updated my blog. &lt;/span&gt;nothing really much happen around really.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday our car kinda broke down. family freak out an all.&lt;br /&gt;but we're fine. haha. went to church today prayed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;like seriously did. for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucynda ask me a question that hit me&lt;br /&gt;" if you had a chance to turn back time will you ? "&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know how to answer. haha. but well, if everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;then there must a reason for everything. right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno la. went to library. talk with lucynda and tiara. went with abraham. its all funny when abraham,dedi,and enosh spin spin the chair.&lt;br /&gt;lucynda laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;me and tiara talking about STUFFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, that's practically it ? i need to play sports !&lt;br /&gt;PMR draws near. damn. can la. i think i should register that&lt;br /&gt;" Battle of the Brains "bullcrap. haha.&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/4434026446116978634-5468368821318921773?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/5468368821318921773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-48.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5468368821318921773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5468368821318921773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-48.html' title='page 48'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-1693069550290654998</id><published>2009-08-24T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:29:15.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 47</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahaha ! how lame can you be ? &lt;/span&gt;first you used my name in my own cbox,then using fake names. if you tia puas hati. meet la. first you ulu my brother. then you wanna trash my name. in a blog ? dude dude dude don't get me wrong. how gay can you be ? seriously. you said you just said you would fuck your own mum just to make me feel happy. what the hell was that ? that is so weird. why arent you telling me you name ? why so scared ? jesus christ. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus your like the stupidest person on earth if your trying to make me feel angry or pissed. cuz i****bernardmum,you mum gave you that name ? your mum is one hell of a bitch. one plastic flag lober bitch. in fact your name is sad. people will be like. " yoo, whatsup i****bernardmum. " HAHA! your just a sissy beyond 1st degree. just because i have a friend that made me think he was my friend. i forgive him. he doesn't have to say anything to make me feel better. knowing what we've gone through throughout these years, dude, if your reading this. it's okay. seriously. and for his girlfriends. i never said anything about you guys. you can ask anyone. since i have haters everywhere, it only makes sense someone is trying sabo me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i barely talk about you guys. i'm just trying to avoid akwardness here. im always in the same car with you dude. and always played basketball with your brother. maybe you both wont forgive me. im not saying im changing or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dude who always tries to impose people in Cbox's. your a freak. and thank you for imposing my name too ? God,that is so gay. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy. Liverpool lost 3-1. NOOO! agaisnt Aston Villa. shit eh.&lt;br /&gt;Torres scored. and LUCAS OWN GOAL,Ashley Young (P),Curtis Davies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih. gonna watch Up soon. not sure when. but will la. hahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights cheerios :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-1693069550290654998?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/1693069550290654998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-47.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/1693069550290654998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/1693069550290654998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-47.html' title='page 47'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-5422531423646844168</id><published>2009-08-23T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:29:41.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 46</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i actually just realise i had itunes and limewire in my comp. after francis reformat the comp like a zillion times. haha. finally can hear songs not from projectplaylist.com or youtube. haha. i've been listening to Green Day so much lately. their songs are okay. but not to die for. &lt;/span&gt;Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls is another fun song stuck in my head. haha. i used to be love drunk lalalala :D i went to church again to today. sat and talk to francess,angel,alethia and francis. then jared and kevin came. we chat till church ended. then i talk with the scary dude that likes to sell the newspaper directly on your face. that is really weird. hahaha. then i talk with gavin. and saw dina and stacey. then all of the sudden we had a plan to go 1B. which we did. and i met sonia ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched district 9. i dont really wanna spoil the movie for you. but that show is actually sad this. haha. okay okay i'll shush. then played pool. with jared and J and brother. haha. i beat J, lost to francis and jared didnt manage too. he had to go home early. hahaa. till next time. then damn! 1B have this pet store called GF something. the puppies there are sooo totally cute! dayemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people got me got me question'in where is the love ?&lt;br /&gt;everyone is advising me to forget about it and just forgive him. i'm like. yeah sure. i already did. it's okay,i'm okay. its a lesson. she's right. it's reality. i'll face it like a man. why should this pull me down ? i have better friends that can determine my future. nuff said :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights cheerios :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45);"&gt;the sky was burning up like fireworks&lt;br /&gt;You made me want you oh so bad it hurt :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-5422531423646844168?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-7917282322664085001</id><published>2009-08-22T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:34:31.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LYRICS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my family'/><title type='text'>page 45</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another turning point;&lt;br /&gt;a fork stuck in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist;&lt;br /&gt;directs you where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test&lt;br /&gt;and don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question&lt;br /&gt;but a lesson learned in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the photographs&lt;br /&gt;and still frames in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang it on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;In good health and good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos of memories&lt;br /&gt;and dead skin on trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth,&lt;br /&gt;it was worth all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i keep listening to this song. smart this. i heard it from Norwegian Recycling. then i hear this song itself. haih. im really really sad man. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J, i try this to find the guy. i asking around this. don't worry man. have faith.&lt;br /&gt; i bet something is gonna happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;francis and i cari this J. jan kastau orang. haha. be strong brother!&lt;br /&gt;oh well shiats. its the holiday. i wanna watch all the new movies now. before no more time. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights cheerios D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-7917282322664085001?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/7917282322664085001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7917282322664085001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7917282322664085001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-45.html' title='page 45'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-2566954465263629125</id><published>2009-08-19T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:52:10.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 44</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;woah woah. pablo francisco like the funniest dude ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgrMi7KgNW8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cqnk60fW7_U&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch them watch them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy, some bands nowadays makes weird songs. like there's this song with lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;pineapple carrots, camera books, bill, water ?&lt;br /&gt;oh hell no ! that just ruins everything. haha. which totally sucks. find this dude in youtube. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;SHANE DAWSON&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. his a comedian like FRED,kevjumba,mychonny,niggahiga, and all. they're all funny videos that they make on their own. totally awesome. and woah i guess i ticked someone off. well sorry. whatever la. i nvr ask you guys to like me anyway. so whatever you lay on me just do it. im not gonna do anything.  for fuck's sake get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday gonna play football again. haih bru amos :D come bha. muahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights. cheerios :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-3276150106121563743</id><published>2009-08-17T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:15:42.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 43</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;holy crap ! why pmr so near already ? damn. why the dates so fast this ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okai, starting with last saturday. it was lok yuk concert or music fest or something like that. the entrance dancing and pencaragam people were awesome. never in history our school would compare with those pencaragam people. we have like what. 18 people in the marching band ? haha. suck. and then there's a sort of gaduh that never really happen. im not so sure whats happening that time. i went blur. but they asked for my support. and i went out la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan salah faham ah dudes. haha. we just wanna psycho you guys :p and agak agak la peeps. wanna confront mean confront. step up like how i step up on you last year with the darryl incident. and dude no wonder people likes you so much. yes i mean that in a most sarcastic way you can ever imagine. if you hated me since primary. why bother being friends ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today la. sunday i forgot already. today everyone is talking bout up there that. all i said was. jan kasitau orang. the whole day. i don't talk on peoples back. and my problem is my own problem. backstabbing is child's play. nda juga i jual nama orang. i'm gonna hold on to that now. never sell out on friends. still if someone is trying to sabo,why start there ? haha. whose to blame. i admit my mouth is a lil well you know,swear-able. oh well, believe what you wanna believe. no motive no reason no clue no idea no witness. i dont need you just as much you dont need me. then i went to parliment lasalle. PW menang this. haha. opposition can win this year. i hope. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. maybe i really dont like Malaysia but i love sabah. still i wanna persue my childhood dreams in travelling around the world. i know i cant be a football player. lawyer still got a lil chance. but i want to to travel. im not satisfied with where i am in life. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight then, cheerios peeps. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-3276150106121563743?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/3276150106121563743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-43.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3276150106121563743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3276150106121563743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-43.html' title='page 43'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-8022916155084894881</id><published>2009-08-08T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:50:12.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 42</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;! EXCLUSIVE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me vote this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ABDUL QAYYUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously no idea what. but a friend is a friend.&lt;br /&gt;go to this site and vote for him. please people ! do this for me. i wanna see him on mtv. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaSingle"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=113020805957&amp;amp;h=O1vHq&amp;amp;u=8J7hu&amp;amp;ref=mf" target="_blank" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=4b57f1986b638cc82a35b3c87ebb197e&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fi249.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fgg228%2Flytbryan90%2FMTV_World_Stage_Passes.jpg&amp;amp;w=130&amp;amp;h=130" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=113020805957&amp;amp;h=O1vHq&amp;amp;u=8J7hu&amp;amp;ref=mf" target="_blank" onclick="'ft("&gt;bryanlyt.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a nice guy okay people. orang bagus. good friend. vote vote vote vote !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN SPREAD THE WORD.  suruh them view my blog ! hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-8022916155084894881?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/8022916155084894881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-42.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8022916155084894881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8022916155084894881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-42.html' title='page 42'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-2786973422944624562</id><published>2009-08-08T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:47:00.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 41</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello people :D&lt;br /&gt;okay day by day my ankle feels like it wanna snap off. so pain this. okay practically this whole week was a holiday for my school right ? and i'm suppose to study for excel since we haven't sit for it. which i can never ever do. studying just really irritates me this. like how am i suppose to study with a headache. when i hear the word ' study ' i get headache. i cant stick stuff in my head no more. don't know why eh. i know i know studying is important. i can only study if there is someone to tutor me from the very beginning. which again comes to where my friends are smart-asses that couldn't teach a dump twat like me. seriously. copying also can get wrong. i only can stick to what i do best. lawan cakap/sports/something adventrous/risk taking events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the only stuff i can do and remember. oh and well band songs. i love finding them. i guess not really much to type here. one whole week doing the same shit all over again. i need to get out ! and play futsal. home quaratine sucks. eww. i practically did this from monday.&lt;br /&gt;wake up - brush teeth - online - eat - more eating - play xbox - online - watch tv - nap - eat - play football - talk with mum - mum scolds me cuz nvr study - eat - online - play xbox - sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh-em-gee~ i hate being stuck like this at home ! i wanna go out ! shout on top of a hill. or the beach. or even the rocks at sutera. haha. i wanna take pictures. i wanna love someone. i wanna laugh a lot. i wanna hug unknown people for the fun of it. i wanna give money to the needy. i wanna support the environmental people. i wanna just jump in the air shout i love you world. i wanna kick football into the net so hard. let all the rage in me go. i just wanna get out of malaysia. travel around the world. especially paris. if i had the money i would so definetly bring jeremiah,cheryle,francis. holy crap. i need some air. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list of ' i wanna ' but we don't always get what we want right ? but those are my life goals. i will do em. no matter what. and well. being a lawyer too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote :&lt;br /&gt;make my day ! here's to the past ! i wanna escape this place ! here's to the days of the old !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights cheerios ! :DD&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/4434026446116978634-2786973422944624562?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/2786973422944624562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-41.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/2786973422944624562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/2786973422944624562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-41.html' title='page 41'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-3918203168721983122</id><published>2009-08-05T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:42:44.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;page 40 ey ? haha. thats fast. &lt;/span&gt;oh shit man. my toe bleed like hell today. i kick the football. blast la. trus darah. i scream. trus went to wash. haha. but it's okay. hmm nothing really much happen today. man my days in this whole one week suck like hell. im being quarantine at home. my mum's paranoid. i kinda wish i can drive now. i'll take the gang out and party the whole day. drink get drunk say stupid stuff. well done. haha. man i found like 32 new bands. but the one in the playlist is the one i found first. it's so fun to hear. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went out to dinner with jonross's parents. hoping much they would show. they i mean jonross and the lil bro. but they didn't. so i chat with his mum and dad. and my mum and dad. and francis. they're fun. but the food. 0. not nice. hahaha. it's nice at first. but then eww. naah. haha. oh its korean food btw. i still prefer the korean restorant in api api center. near kk toys. sedap this the food there. haha. went to tuition today. met patrick joshua and jordan. they're fun people to hang with. sms sms sms only i. since the one week holiday all i can do is football,online,xbox,sms. sms tia kalah la with the rest cuz i sms more than i breath. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abraham your like the brother i never had. thanks dude for like being there everytime. and giving fullstops in everywhere i go and everything i do. eventhough i never listen. STILL. dude your the best. and i still wanna ulu darryl. cuz his black and all. not racist but his funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curses to all the unwanted visions. that goes to every single one of em'.  D:&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was born to learn life. i'm so cut out to be a lawyer. *prasan*&lt;br /&gt;that is so my life dream now. though i never show it. but i certainly love law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights ! Cheerios !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : J i want photoshoot too! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I would take it back in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;I know this. I'm lost without you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't got back. cuz I need to be the one you're saving.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's best we're never perfect and my regrets could never surface. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-3918203168721983122?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/3918203168721983122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-40.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3918203168721983122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3918203168721983122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-40.html' title='page 40'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-6175125691821378513</id><published>2009-08-02T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:21:53.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 39</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my current band la that on top. hahaha. smart this the song and voice and the meaning. hahaha. francis is not talking to me again. don't know don't care why la. so yesterday i was watching Bridge To Terabithia and well so sad la that show. i cried this. pukindet. hahaha. like the bestfriend die like OH C'MON ! shit. just because didn't bring her along ? damn. the director has issues. haha. i'm no longer sick. not anymore. still taking medicine. awesomeness. then i watch horton hears a who ? hahaha. damn syok la that show. laugh a lot. and it's kinda sad also. i'm emotional. haha :D but but but the elephant cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh eh wait. something really really funny happen! :D okokay. i went to see the doctors a few days back. so as soon as i entered the clinic. i trus go the toliet la. so the tempat to squat dirty. oh btw i wanna shit la that time. so i clean berabis la. sampai not wet anymore. so i squat down. WANTED to shit... until... a lady holding her baby open the door. i locked the door ! but how ? hmm :p then no way to cover already la kan. all i did was... thumbs up. haha. she saw EVERYTHING. :/  and maybe the baby also. i mean EVERYTHING. try asking a guy to squat down and his pant and boxer/underwear open. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. nothing else. i text with sonia about amos yesterday. amos you whore in your school ah. hahaha :D wanna meet you guys again la. hahaha miss you and rav much now. well maybe no raveen but yeah you. FYI his afraid of beatle. my classmates and i made him cry over a beatle last time in sacred heart. hehe. don't kill me. wait you can't :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn awal pagi i found so many bands. awesomeness. gonna rate them soon. haha :DD&lt;br /&gt;and now i gotta study. dunno how but i gotta try. PMR i hate you.. you.. you piece of paper. fff you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's been like a week now you studied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear God, the only thing I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;Is to hold her when I'm not around, when I'm much too far away&lt;br /&gt;We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;br /&gt;But I left her when I found her and now I wish I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired, I'm missing you again oh no&lt;br /&gt;Once again D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight then. cheerios :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-6175125691821378513?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/6175125691821378513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-39.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/6175125691821378513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/6175125691821378513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-39.html' title='page 39'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-8254205777095620410</id><published>2009-07-31T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:28:03.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 38</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;school has been closed down. kinda freaky cause i kinda have fever. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did absolutely nothing today. sms sms with people only. haiz. sometimes i wish she was you. haha. but but but. after i ate panadol i okay trus. maybe normal maybe not. mum worried sick. haiz. not my thing eh. im not used gettin sick anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, short post today again people dont really have much energy. haha. waps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights cheerios :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-8254205777095620410?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/8254205777095620410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-38.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8254205777095620410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8254205777095620410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-38.html' title='page 38'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-980741794659344403</id><published>2009-07-29T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:45:43.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 37</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn i'm bald.&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm piss.&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm hurt.&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;love be damn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want an explanation, there's nothing i could say to you.&lt;br /&gt;cause yesterday you wreck my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i watched my hair fall so fast. i am god damn bald ! hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aights cheerios :((&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/4434026446116978634-980741794659344403?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/980741794659344403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-37.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/980741794659344403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/980741794659344403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-37.html' title='page 37'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-7042970277324472343</id><published>2009-07-26T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:09:50.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 36</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the most memoriable post ever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget how our team played. i will never forget how we shed tears. i will never forget the scored. i will never forget the good times. i will never forget how gay we were. i will never forget how freak out we were. but mostly i will never forget how together we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;azfar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;adza&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;jayjay&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;jared&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;bryan&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;shafie&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;oliver&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;albert&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;syahmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;pangiran&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;gusti&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;thom&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;viely&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;azlizan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;we set up things in school. we brought everything our tooth brush and toiletries clothes and all. then suddenly two of our member got dropped. at the very last second. punya la ! our teachers in charge of our football team did nothing. scared again that. the rest of us went to ask why. they say got case. i went like wtf ? because i know that case and and and it's close ! for like over a month already. this really really pulled me down. not only me actually. it pulled the whole team down. haih. but we got into the school VAN. suckish. there's two of em'. other schools got huge buses. punya kin malu. the dude drove to membakut for at least 3 hours ? about that la. first time went up on a ferry ! hahaha. so fun the first time la. but the food in the expensive like hell ! got aircon inside the place. so fun this. got tv again. apocolypeto the movie first first. hahaha. i sat with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;viely. budu oh that guy. but funny also la. his sarcasm. many Maktab Sabah,All Saint,Stella Maris, people. the girls there boleh tahan la. lek ah baby :D hahaha. then about 3 hours again we reach LABUAN. first time there also. effing empty la that place. but chocolate heaven ! damn. hahaha. and liquor and all la. got down from the ferry i brought this huge bag. haha. lazy wanna wash baju and stuff. we went to the hostel. Sekolah Menengah Sains. damn keras man that place. means got a lot of ghost like that la. because that place used to be the jepun war place like that. and behind that school. a graveyard for those died in the war. punya la. we set our bags, pick a bed. i pick on top ! haha. then we found out that we place all of the players stayed was empty before and no one stayed there cause the place keras la. no fan again that. then around 4 like that went to train at the field. haha. train train train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;around 6 like that bath then go eat dinner. super suck. hahaha. bida eh the food. ish. then 10 + went to berjudi. hahaha ! then 2 like that sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;woke up early in the morning. bout 4. cause gusti woke us up. " wui bangun bangun bangun suma! hari ini kita ada satu matlamat!  cepat cepat cepat pi mandi! bernard bangun sblum pangiran amput ko. " i trus wake up eh. pangiran you gay whore :D hahaha. no la jkjk. but he really said that. hahaha. then then then eat breakfast which also suck. 7.30 the match against Maktab Sabah. we lost 3-0. it's bad. hahaha. we all played okay. but i hurt my left ankle again. still pain till now. but can walk la. need to check it though. tomorrow maybe. cause the ankle bone like lost this. hahaha. it looks flat now. haha XD kinda hard la wanna play with them since they have a coach and all our teacher suck never say or do anything. end of the match. bryan azlizan oliver injured. but only byran cannot play. the other two tahan la. then finish. bath. sleep. then afternoon went to UK. i thought smart gila babi. sekali punya bida. empty bha the shopping mall. played bowling la. that was fun. and and and i ate 1901. hahaha. along with azfar and adza. viely and shafie went to buy drinks at giant. byran played bowling with the teachers. i beat all of em with 127 points. hahaha. shafie wanna challenge me. he got 78 only. hahaha. byran got 99. adza got 40. first timer. hahaha. his the youngest btw. form 2. i bought 10 reload cause i wanna call Lucynda. sms sms with her and mum first. both both also worried about me :D i love you guys. hahaha. then dinner suck. hahaha. normal. then i call baby talked about 45 minutes. then berjudi and minum minum JD + Cola. then sleep. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;woke up around 4 again cause of gusti. same shit. " bangun bangun bangun woi suma ! cepat ari ni kita ada satu matlamat lagi. kasi kalah st anthony " if we lost to that school we out trus. 7.30 again the match. the hostel like jail oh! anyway. we beat st.anthony 3-1. hahaha i make a penalty. hahaha. then jay jay took it and score. bryan since his not playing he become our coach bagus also. first timer win already. hahaha. we become really happy. hahaha. all saint and maktab went to the final. those two school nda be-ngam punya. so our match our 3-4th placing was in the evening. we lost 4-0. jan kasitau orang. eseh skill si gusti. hahaha damn funny man him. haih, that lost also cause we didn't get enough rest. oh well. we did our best. then at went back around 5 like that. MANDI PANTAI ! with the all saints girls watching us. did so many embarassing stuff. hahaha. pangiran naked almost la. but in the dorm he always naked la. satu hati bha. naked naked la like this. hahaha. i didn't ah. so gay but member member la. hahaha. at night played basketball. with the pekerja pekerja. and then DAMN! we saw what we presume balan2. bryan use the football to play basketball then he kick it hard la. it went to the dark dark area. then thom big kan he not scared so he went la. i was talking to gusti and jared. thom ask bryan where. then three of us look at thom. bryan was alrady looking at him. then suddenly got two light. we all 5 hairan. we turn and look back. no light. look left no car. look up no lightning. then thom say. " wui apa tu ? npa ada dua ? " trus we all 5 run. gila punya scary! adui. then talk talk with the all saint girls the all also saw inside and outside their dorm. damn scary this. hahaha. then wanted to berjudi but raining heavy suddenly. then i lost my jersey there. ish. 4 of us did. then then no current gila my phobia trus happen bha. dark isolated place shitness. slept with azfar. hahaha ! :D ngam ngam the night we saw hantu again that. then 1 something sleep. oh oh oh btw that place so hard to find plug to charge eh. sudah izzal's phone yang i borrow cepat habis battery. gila babi tul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day 4.&lt;br /&gt;nothing really much happen lo. we went to watch the final at the Labuan Stadium Maktab and All Saint. All Saint won and going to Pahang next month. they won 1-0. Adam scored. fast man that guy. haha. the eat eat eat eat. after that went to buy chocolate for everyone. hahaha. bought myself a vodka. drink drink drink. hahaha no effect -.- thom got drunk dunno what he drink. with didi la. then hung out with stella girls before going in the ferry. went inside hung out with stella girls and all saint girls. oh before that the whole team eat at KFC. hahaha. i minta tolong the abang in the ferry to charge my phone. dapat also la. haha. then 50m before port. the ferry's engine rosak. we got stuck. for 19 minutes. i counted. hahaha. i was outside the whole time. then went to van sing sing sing. i start bha. then eveyone sleep cept me and viely and syahmi. reach La Salle school and go home the end :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man this experience man fun eh. i went to labuan to play football. we had our ups and downs. but no matter what. we did our very best. next year just you wait i'll improve. hahaha. i'm warning you guys XD hahaha. but but oh well i love you guys. i love mummy. i love lucynda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im back finally internet. but now gotta study. PMR near this. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;aights then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERIOS PEOPLE OF LABUAN.&lt;br /&gt;CHEERIOS FOOTBALL PLAYERS.&lt;br /&gt;cheerios readers.&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDD&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/4434026446116978634-7042970277324472343?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/7042970277324472343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7042970277324472343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7042970277324472343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-36.html' title='page 36'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-8261406562331903638</id><published>2009-07-18T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:52:24.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 35</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;those yang read this post before.  sshhh :D&lt;br /&gt;cuz oh well. im just gonna shut it. :)&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/4434026446116978634-8261406562331903638?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/8261406562331903638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-35.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8261406562331903638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8261406562331903638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-35.html' title='page 35'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-7071377705379365540</id><published>2009-07-18T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:11:20.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LYRICS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalalove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profercy be damn ?'/><title type='text'>page 34</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well well. 7k. hahaha. what more can i say ? i made a lot of new friends. farahyn was one of em. she's really scary. haha. right baby ? suddenly come and wanna berkenalan. baby baby baby. your so sad today. and mad. and angry. and looking at me differently. but but but. i don't wanna rub this in your face but i told you so :D God i love you. haha. well i saw zeda today she didn't layan me earlier until i was with peaches. and i saw my bestfriends girlfriends. they're awesome. the DLNYs. haha. awesome couple of friends. i ran as fast as i could. hahaha. it went like zoom ! cause i ran with my mp3 today and i hear emo songs this straight away no mood to run. until i reached the first 100 plus checkpoint that's when i heard " beat it by FOB " haha. trus steam. ran like a mad person. i when and salam everyone i know today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY! throw it away ! forget yesterday !&lt;br /&gt;hehe. we talked out of it. we let our heart out. we spoke for hours. until zeda asked me " why joey ? " i went like oh well. haha. and lola i know you read my blog already. haha. " when's page 34 ? " i remember that and i cant even remember what page i am in actually. and awww to jordan and najwa. sweetness. nadira and qila lil sis i love you guys. hehe. oh oh i even met olivia michelle gomes. god i miss her so much. so long no see pal. haha. russell and amalina cool. iffa and mamat not yet. jordan and najwa sweet. darryl and his lil brother cute. abraham with two girls everytime err weird. khairul and shukran gay. me and lucynda kickass and romantic!  eseh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZZAL YOU BISH ! how's the match la ? man i miss you dude. 3 days already oh we never talked. hahahaha. where the hell are you now ? ManUtd scored the first goal that's all i know this. rooney bha. seh :D i met some other few people but i usually see them so nvm. gregies walked with his friend. hahaha. olivia suck in bowling. hehe. wesley so gay. and and and aaron cewe that. so bad oh you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you LUCYNDA :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight peeps. fucking happy cheerios :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-7071377705379365540?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/7071377705379365540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7071377705379365540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7071377705379365540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-34.html' title='page 34'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-4977975493588383772</id><published>2009-07-17T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:30:50.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm, my life nearly skip yesterday. sorry everyone i didn't paid any attention to you guys. i &lt;/span&gt;suddenly had a blast from the past. and well i was tired at night. been feeling like shit early in the morning. somemore i was hearing people's confession bout love and stuff. i feel so sad that i did what i did last time. well, this saturday is gonna be the anniversary i guess. not the date but the event. seriously feel like shit and like i wanna punch something so hard that UGH ! now actually no mood to type anything. i am so down. plus the piano song is sad which makes my life more miserable. as long as i have her i think i can make it. holding on isn't hard. but what i've let go wasn't easy. maybe sometimes when life turns to the other side, i'll see the better side of it. i cant concentrate at all. i 've been writing scribbles of names everywhere. plus when i wrote my title for my malay essay it went something like this " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;tuliskan sebuah karangan jenis cereka yang bermula dengan *something*. karangan anda tidak hadir i loved her&lt;/span&gt; " my mind is so disturbed. maybe it's mamat putting the song " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;paranoid by JB&lt;/span&gt; " in my head. but no. i know the reason. i've never been so miserable this year butt why start now ? i wish i get accepted by the singapore scholarship so i'll leave next year and study there. but that would make me miss everyone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know living life to the fullest isn't easy. i know that sometimes we have to let somethings go. i told my best dude in the whole world this advise when he needed it. i told everyone advises when they  needed it. but now i need advise. i need a really good one. i am such a hipocrit. i tell but i can't do anything myself. i hate being in a situation where everyone wants to take care of me. i hate to be in a situation where i am the attention besides with my friends telling stories and/or jokes. maybe sometimes i need tell my friends ? to me they won't understand whats in my mind and heart. they won't. but how will i know if i never try ? i have a reasonable reason for that and that would be i don't want them to talk and pity me and care for me. remember the saying ? '' respect yourself is you want others to respect you ? ''  or even '' don't do to others if you don't want others to do onto you ? '' try mixing them together see what you get. i find it hard to gain respect. i never did anything bad to my friends but i still get what i got. well thats so negative of me now. i never knew whats it like to be like this again. it's been like 7 months since i ever became this sad and down. yesterday was so dreadful. i didn't eat. i ate but not a lot. just to cover up my actions. so that my parents won't ask anything. i guess life is really pulling me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since we were separated i thought we could be together once more. it has been two years and i still can't forget you. wheater i like it or not people still talks about us. wheater it's bad or not i couldn't care less. i help you with your life. to get back what you wanted. ever thought what was on my mind on that very moment ? if it was envy a little. if it was the " why the hell me ? " feeling a little too. but it was more of the " what does he have that i don't " feeling that struck me that very moment. i know it's so late for me to release this feeling in my heart but i did what my heart wanted me to do for such a long time ago. how long would it take me for you to realize ? i've made bad mistakes. i've even make you cry. i've even see you cry. but never once i've heard you seek help and randomly ask, '' hey how are you ? " or " hey i heard blah blah blah " or whatever. i guess that feeling in you is really gone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;till our forever meets no end&lt;/span&gt;. that ' end ' in you has come i guess. i always told my friends that we're so close , that we share secrets, that we even talk on the phone sometimes. am i just obsess ? am i just overprotective ? i'd lie and it's true. but i never told you that i love you unsincerely. many people knows your still here with me. many people keeps reminding me of you. many people called me stupid for doing so many bad things to you. i agree to all of them. no matter what. NO MATTER WHAT. i'll never keep my hopes down. White Chess if your reading this. please don't follow my footsteps. please dont follow bad stuffs i did and regreted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Peaches i'm so sorry you have to read this.&lt;br /&gt;i just really need to let this off my chest. Izzal didn't come to school. he go watch ManUtd.&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight not-so-cheerios.&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/4434026446116978634-4977975493588383772?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/4977975493588383772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4977975493588383772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4977975493588383772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-33.html' title='page 33'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-3809869056213277561</id><published>2009-07-14T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:40:05.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalalove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>page 32</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;one thing i gotta say is.&lt;br /&gt;LABUAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha. Seriously cant wait already this. My legs wanna kick balls now. Darryl already kena. Halim since primary school kena. Izzal hard cuz he fat. Mamat kena everyday. Nabil gay i don't dare. Abraham lagi la. Daryl too innocent. Greg too cool. Jordan also gay. Patrick different class. Russell too far. Joshua too ugly. Jazswuin just masuk our gang. Shukran might kick me back. Pritchard likes me. Valentine too fast. Aaron too tall. Kieran scary talk about game only later. Dalton later don't sell me a player. Nigel umm dunno. Abel so weird. Sheldon emo later. Edwin too cool for school. Vinoun later kena force again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my gang la. Got more but not that close in school. So today went to training football again. Almost kena injured. Almost scored. Still menyesal i didn't push the ball any forward. Could have ran pass the defence. But NOOOO. Budu punya kaki. I wanna wakil Sabah. Ish. Gotta up my standard. Great more work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude up there, why am i so lazy ? and and and stupid ? i suck in studies eh. I wish i copy this. but it's Pmr year. Almost got last in class. Smart kan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i got pictures of me playing football this. And more pictures to upload in my Blog. So dull this. HAHAHA. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Peaches :D&lt;br /&gt;ik hou van jou :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell  you later guys&lt;br /&gt;aight cheerios :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-3809869056213277561?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/3809869056213277561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-32.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3809869056213277561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3809869056213277561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-32.html' title='page 32'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-4259652067967447408</id><published>2009-07-12T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T05:50:28.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well well well, today was splendid. PMR seminar was a blast. But still some parts were boring. It's a seminar for Christ's sake. So anyway, I love this song now. Haha. So fast change. The seminar like fun cause me and izzal and mamat made it fun. Haha. Laughing all the way. We answered the people more. Plus, we're la sallians who cares' ? Okay la. short post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-4259652067967447408?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/4259652067967447408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4259652067967447408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4259652067967447408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-31.html' title='page 31'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-1740494080932606490</id><published>2009-07-09T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:28:55.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hitpissfuckcuntcocksuckermotherfuckertitsfartturdandtwat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to like calm down &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;,take a deep breath,play football and drink lots of water. Recently i am been so tired this. Till the extend i thought i had H1N1. What would happen if i die ? Ever wonder about that ? I mean if you die :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i die, i want it to be super dramatic like sacrificing my life for the person i love. Like mum or dad, or a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE ONE. annnndddddd ACTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, my girlfriend and I had plan to go for a date. We went to this unique restaurant near the city. My brought her with my car. A lousy one but comfy.  So we got ourselves comfortable in the diner and ordered our food. Suddenly, a dude came in the diner looking really suspicious as if he wanted to rob the diner. I stood up, walked to the toilet. As soon as i close shut my toilet door. I heard a loud bang. Sounded like a gunshot. I ran outside. The suspicious dude was lying on the floor. Dead. I quickly find my girlfriend. But she was no where to be found. I ran outside. There she was. Hiding behind the car. I stood still breathing air of reliefness. I started searching for the culprit. But no one seems to be holding a gun or look like someone's holding a gun. I assume the gunner has ran away. I call the ambulance by the nearest payphone. Everyone was save. My dad was there because his a police officer. I walk outside the diner. Assuring everythings fine. Suddenly i felt like a gun on my back. Then BANG. The gunner was there after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight aight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 2. aaaannnddddd ACTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gun fight. I held my pistol(sounds wrong) and aim at the enemy. I shoot like a mad person. Loosing all my accuaracy. I was scared. Im only 15. I look around. The robbers in the bank hold many people for ransom. I was there because my mum is one of the ransom people. Then the officers tried talking to the robbers. I sneak into the bank. I slowly tip-toe into the vault where the hostages were kept hostage. I open the vault. Release them from the chains their in. I release my mum's one first. I step outside. Looked left to right. Brought everyone out the back door. The robbers heard something. They started to check the vault. The ran towards all of us. I ran with my mum as fast i could. Nearly outside. They shot some of us. A lil girl was caught. They rest of the hostage managed to escape. I stop and turn back. Let go of my mum's hand. When i mum went out then started to realize that i'm gone. It was a panic situation. I went  back for the girl. The leader of the robber said " it's either you or this lil girl. Your call " i slowly put my hand behind where i kept my gun. Took it and pop it. Directly kill the man. The lil girl ran towards me. We ran towards the door. Bending down from all the shooting the robbers shot. We got outside, then is stop and the lil girl pulled me. I said " go go go ! " At the entrance of the door. I stop. Everyone starlted. I fell to my knee and tears began to rolled out. Blood start dripping. Then BANG! again. Someone was behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Man that's so sad. When i die, i don't want anyone there just my family. Damn, i need to play sports now. But what happen's if i'm moving away ? Far far away from here. Lagila i don't wanna tell people. Haha. Oh well, Francis made a blog that looked exactly like mine. So weird. Haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly kan, I love Peaches this. It's so sweet. And juicy and lovely. HAHA. It's a fruit but still. Sushi yummy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight then cheeriosss :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-1740494080932606490?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/1740494080932606490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/1740494080932606490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/1740494080932606490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-30.html' title='page 30'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-4704326452628171060</id><published>2009-07-07T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:20:46.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOVE ME FOR A REASON,&lt;br /&gt;LET THE REASON BE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As gay as this may sound, Boyzone song is in my head all of a sudden. Boyzone rocks hard ! Where got bands sing songs that's touching ? Well, i mean the lyrics that's clear and simple and easy to catch. Well there's a lot but damn so over-gay.  Like theres this part of the song " i can't continue guessing,cause it's only messing,with my pride and my mind,so i write this down time to time " HAHA. Super gay now. It all started with my bestfriend in KL when I'm staying in KL which is also my brother Kenneth's bestfriend and also my tripin' coach of futsal in KL. His name is Ezul. His super funny. Since in KL i don't have a computer, i borrowed his laptop. His songs are the long-time-ago but still in the trend sort of thing ? But still he has those songs like, Hotel Carlifornia by The Eagles,Love Me For A Reason by Boyzone. And today i got this sugar rush to hear this song. Im singing it everywhere and everytime. &lt;/span&gt;They're not hot but voice awesome also la. Top 3 gay list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boyzone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Westlife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway in school today. I came in class. I was so effing tired. My back still kinda hurts in the morning. So i sat on the table and lie down a lil while. Daryl was rubbing his tummy cause his sick. Poor him. Later part of the day i borrowed him my handphone to call Uncle Daryl. So he pick him up la. I sms in class again that. Teacher Don totally rocks. Haha. He even helped someone to hide the dude's phone. Went to training football today also. I played okay okay i guess ? But seriously, our team needs to pick up the tempo. Gosh we suck. How wanna go Pahang ? God help me XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aights Cheerios :DD&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Peaches :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Sushi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/4434026446116978634-4704326452628171060?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/4704326452628171060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4704326452628171060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4704326452628171060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-29.html' title='page 29'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-970433774633233544</id><published>2009-07-06T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:58:20.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LYRICS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>page 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we meet again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot about Jason Castro. Man i love his song. His one of those singers in American Idol that surely deserve a place. But for him 4th aint good enough. Chris Daughtry also. Like pity them this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today in school i sleep for a while the usual. I studied man today. Amazingly. I gotta study eh. PMR is getting closer. So near that i could almost feel it. The marks that important this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents-Teachers Day. Holy Crap I AM GOOD AS DEAD. I got number 37/45 in class. But my percentage aint that far. But still HOLY CRAP. WORST position ever ! Dadday will kill me. Mummay sad. Francis evil laugh only he know. Jonathan will devour me. Kenneth chillex la he wont do anything a lil advise would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football Premier Labuan. Stupid oh the labuan-ers. The date got postpone again. More time to train. At least that's okay. 23rd JULY 2009. EFFING GANTUNG. POTONG STEAM BERABIS. Oh fuck. As long as we get to play i'm fine by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis intro me this game called Dead Frontier. Super gory and scary. Like woah. Zombies everywhere! Somemore we need to use the mouse to shoot and stuff and my mouse suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH yeah. I played football just now. I was kicking kicking the ball as normally i would. Suddenly when Mummy B and Cheryle came back i stop. I sat for a while outside. I went inside My back hurts like hell + my side. Insanely that hurt a whole lot. I couldn't stand it but still sms sms this. Freak. Then like 15 minute later it got okay. I hope it doesn't continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aights enjoy the song! sing along XD&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios :D&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere Over The Rainbow Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Way up high&lt;br /&gt;There's a land that I heard of&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Skies are blue&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;Really do come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemondrops&lt;br /&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Why then, oh why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemondrops&lt;br /&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Why then, oh why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If happy little bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-970433774633233544?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/970433774633233544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/970433774633233544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/970433774633233544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-28.html' title='page 28'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-122584016281198483</id><published>2009-07-04T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:19:29.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalalove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>page 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello people again XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early early morning got tuition actually at 10.30am. I woke up at 9.45am. Mummy forgot to wake me up. I'm not a heavy sleeper but today dunno why. Maybe cause training football got me tired. So anyway,woke up,shower,brush teeth read newspaper. I only read sports section. Drink milo ngam ngam Patrick's car arrive. So went to tuition kinda bright face la. Can't get " She Left Me" song and " Livin' On A Prayer" song out of my head. I really really adore " Livin' On A Prayer " because it brings meaning to most people in their daily life. Well i guess i'm one of them. It kinda means to me that though everythings going down doensn't mean your like gonna be dead or hopeless. There is always hope. Of everything in the world, hope always dies last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Make a wish tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Take me back to the nights of last summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I come by 'round 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I couldn't help but wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; What's wrong, what's right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You're falling hard, and you're taking me under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Baby, it's our time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I know they always say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; True love's gotta set her free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And maybe I'll get lucky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; She'll come flyin' back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess this fits it all.&lt;/span&gt; God i love my new football boots. Damn it's like with me everywhere now. I'm taking care of it Pops' dontcha worry old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you know whenever you put your faith in the people that you care most ? But suddenly you get the feeling that that's the person you shouldn't be trusting at all ? Man i get that a lot. No matter how you try to avoid that awkardness it comes back. I guess there is always a first time. Oh and today i talk about Chris Daughtry with Francis. I still don't think he deserves to lose this. Stupid American Idol fans. Vote him bha ! Ish.  Too late la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.07.09 is getting closer ! I'm kinda nervous. Gonna give my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight then Cheerios :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-122584016281198483?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/122584016281198483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/122584016281198483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/122584016281198483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-27.html' title='page 27'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-3538895636454291487</id><published>2009-07-03T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:47:07.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalalove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when bitches collide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bernard day dreaming again'/><title type='text'>page 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;hello bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so awesome man. I was so effing happy i got back hold of something. And when finish school i went to the car to put my bags and wood work too. I was staying back for football training. Suddenly when i reach the car, my mummy gave a a big surprise. At first i thought my brother came back again but it's consider good enough that they bought new football boots for me! Damn Predator XD. I love Mummay and Dadday. Then going to Labuan Football Premier! HOLY CRAP i love JULY. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today hmm today. HAHAHA. I live by today. I love today. I miss today. God i miss this day.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, i made my bm teacher pissed again cause' i was talking in class. Who doesnt' ? :p&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when i look back and say " Great ! it's one of those days. " With this face -.- Like literally my eyes become " - " &lt;--- . Holy crap i love this day so much oh ! Saturday gonna buy BOOTS again and baju hopefully. I'll be in Warisan ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LABUAN FOOTBALL PREMIER.&lt;br /&gt;This year got chance this. Can win. I wanna go PAHANG ! Buahahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aight people. wont be here next thurday. XD wish me luck :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-3538895636454291487?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/3538895636454291487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3538895636454291487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3538895636454291487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/07/page-26.html' title='page 26'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-8638720347702485571</id><published>2009-06-28T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:39:19.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalalove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when bitches collide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bernard day dreaming again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><title type='text'>page 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;hello again readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,nothing really much happen today. My usual Sundays. But i didn't go to sunday class today. Sorry Pat.  But i went to Likas Servay though. Bought like... stuffs. Hmm, looking forward for 4th-3rd placing Fifa Confederations Cup 09 Spain v.s South Africa and Final Brazil v.s USA.&lt;br /&gt;Damn eh. I so much wanted Spain to go to the Finals. Lucky USA. HMPH! And Daryl found this awesome dude. He sings covers of other songs. Don't know how he manage. But the dude's voice nice. I want awesome voice :( here's the dude's link. His name is... Ctrlaltrock ? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=E9FEC01FE8E3489B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long chat wtih Lucynda again. And hey hey ! Congrats to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i have dates with my ex's i dont usually play the guitar or piano or any other instruments because well, i dont know how to play any instruments. So the only way to express my love in music is to find songs. Well that's what i do. Francis got me to do this. I love pop/rock and power/pop. Anyway, so i suddenly found this playlist which is my current blog song. It was meant for Lucynda. I seriously had a really hard time finding that song. I sing that song everytime I'm away from her. I guess anyone who likes that song can sing la. Now it's just a song :/ but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankle hurts suddenly again. My stiches seems okay but inside is in pain. I scared it's gonna tear this. That's not possible right ? shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i guess i gotta go now. Damn NOVEMBER is getting so close :'(&lt;br /&gt;Im more scared of that month than PMR month. Hmm :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aights ya'll Cheerios :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-8638720347702485571?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/8638720347702485571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8638720347702485571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8638720347702485571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-25.html' title='page 25'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-7037561934842671888</id><published>2009-06-27T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:53:34.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OH GET FCUK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go:Audio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bernard day dreaming again'/><title type='text'>page 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Welcome back !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i have feelings you know ? Dude, i seriously do not care about you talking behind my back. And Dudette i don't mind you not telling me anything anymore. But still I'm no robot. If you liked me before, if you like me now. I'll tell you honestly&lt;/span&gt;. i'm gonna end it anyway. Maybe it's me or can you feel this,it's killing me just to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now just be straight with me,And don't say i told you so.It's so disappointing. I hope you won't hate other people just cause they helped me.So don't come back and pretend to tell me with those nights you had with your made up stories. For God's sake, this life doesn't end here. Don't be over dramatic. Yes you can go find your soulmate. Yes you can find love. So be proud of it. Why be afraid of people knowing ? Why be afraid of people get hurt ? The worst that could happen is you have to explain that's it. Risk it. That's life. Just tell me if i'm wrong or right. Don't lie because i know that's what everyone does. C'mon tell me what you really want to say ? A sign. Tell the truth just what you really mean.I pity those who have helped me. Thats the reason why i hate people helping me. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to my family :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremiah&lt;/span&gt; ! Thanks for your hospitallity. The waters good ! Your the bestfriend anyone would want to have dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yle &lt;/span&gt;! Share again la our life. Haha. Awesome to talk too. You guys are the best neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucynda&lt;/span&gt; ! Bitch your great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't bring any books to school today. I left my bag in J's place. I called J. Turns out he went out ealier. So i went to school survive. The wrath of '' The Malina". Teacher, i'm acting nice to you. I'm sorry but i don't feel bad. I know you are too. I actually was looking forward for school. Because im going to the beach to meet Lucynda. Her most favourite place on earth. So we met and talk for a long time. Like old times. Bought Rm9 of fruits. Man i love mango. Seriously, who doesn't ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the song in my profile totally suits me when i broke up with Cecilia. Because she left me a note instead of telling me in person. I guess she was really shy. Ever since this 4th broke up, i learnt a lot. And since last year's stay in KL. I learnt a lot too. Damn, living life the fullest aint easy. Damn, I'm so hungry. Recently i kept on eating a lot. But i cant grow. Stupid body. I wanna be buff and tall. Well that dream's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go to Labuan for football. If i maintain going training. But it's kinda hard because i have PMR this year. But i love football. How this ? Hmm. Nah,forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urmumsuckmydick&lt;/span&gt;. What the fuck is wrong with you ? You like my brother is it ? Effing gay right ? If you wanna reply. Meet me in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; La Salle Junoir Campus&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.15pm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29.06.09&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outside&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be waiting also that. I ain't afraid of ya. Whoever you are. Don't be shy. Just come. You insult my brother. Big mistake. You insult me i can understand. You insult my brother and your mention my dad. Your good as dead. Meet me;don't be such a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, Go:Audio your my current favourite band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Members :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;James Matthews&lt;br /&gt;Josh Wilkinson&lt;br /&gt;Zack Wilkinson&lt;br /&gt;Andy Booth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Genre : Poprock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Man they are awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; nothing much now to do at home. Tomorrow suppose to join a competition but i don't have a team plus im lazy. I just wanna tell all those who don't seem to like talking to me or just practically don't wanna talk to me. Well, sorry and byebye. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Worst thing that could happen for now is your not telling me anything at all :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know who you are )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aights.  Cheerios people. Umm. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Current addiction : Go:Audio - She left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;News :  I change my font oh. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-7037561934842671888?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/7037561934842671888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7037561934842671888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7037561934842671888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-24.html' title='page 24'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-8032815316592854417</id><published>2009-06-24T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:08:55.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LYRICS'/><title type='text'>page 23</title><content type='html'>band : ????&lt;br /&gt;title : ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm, staying in tonight&lt;br /&gt;Watching T.V by myself&lt;br /&gt;'Cause yesterday my girlfriend wrecked my life&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to explain&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can say to you&lt;br /&gt;All I got is this one note she left me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says that she's not coming back&lt;br /&gt;Not now, not then&lt;br /&gt;Next year or ever&lt;br /&gt;If one more person asks me why&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to lie&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say&lt;br /&gt;She got herself arrested&lt;br /&gt;Got ten years locked away&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the honest truth&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna end it anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'll make up anything yeah, truthfully&lt;br /&gt;So no one finds out she left me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's, enrolled in the marines&lt;br /&gt;I try to see her most weekends&lt;br /&gt;But in all honesty she's never allowed leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that she's not coming back&lt;br /&gt;Not now, not then&lt;br /&gt;Next year or ever&lt;br /&gt;If one more person asks me why&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to lie&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say&lt;br /&gt;She got herself arrested&lt;br /&gt;Got ten years locked away&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the honest truth&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna end it anyway&lt;br /&gt;The reason's I don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;This could easily happen to you&lt;br /&gt;And then you'll know just what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that she's not coming back&lt;br /&gt;Not now, not then&lt;br /&gt;Next year or ever&lt;br /&gt;If one more person asks me why&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to lie&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say&lt;br /&gt;She got herself arrested&lt;br /&gt;Got ten years locked away&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the honest truth&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna end it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could say&lt;br /&gt;She did a bungee jump, rope snapped&lt;br /&gt;She passed away&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the honest truth&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna end it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make up anything yeah, truthfully&lt;br /&gt;So no one finds out she left me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-8032815316592854417?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/8032815316592854417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8032815316592854417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8032815316592854417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-23.html' title='page 23'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-4299117145344221229</id><published>2009-06-24T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:50:19.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 22</title><content type='html'>people people XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again. I hate my English Teacher. Oh did i mention i hate my English Teacher ? I hate my English Teacher. Whose my English Teacher ? MALINA. Main bida her muka. Trip again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;I so so love drama. Man so many things are happening in life. Like totally eh. People who loves people who loves the people that loves people from the last time people whoom loves all the people. No sense right ? But so true. If can make like a sainstific food chain can that. Sekunder and shit.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm gonna masuk campur. Forget about love. A sign of genuine faith is faith that needs no sign.  I live by one rule and one rule that cant be broken. OBEY GOD. Though many things i have done wrong but never stop trusting that Dude. So yeah. Love him. Cause when it comes down right to the very vary end... The person you so called love... doenst seems to love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when that memory slips away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There will be a better view from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And only lonesome you remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and just the thought of you I fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; grip falls away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or like this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont come back and pretend to tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the night you've had with your made up stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was there but you didnt see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; there you were and the floor was empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you and him getting more than friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it was just a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but I could see you meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously the song nice la. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;My troat hurts D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this as a lesson. You know who you are. Nothing matters most other than family la.&lt;br /&gt;PMR near and im freaking out. Holy Shit. Gotta prove my parents. SOMEONE TEACH EH. I suck in math,history,geo. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aights not-so-cheerios. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"the saddest thing for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was I trusted you yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; endlessly so now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the innocence you played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just go save it for the other guy i seen. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-4299117145344221229?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/4299117145344221229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4299117145344221229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4299117145344221229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-22.html' title='page 22'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-7320496822794089207</id><published>2009-06-22T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:56:49.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when bitches collide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='norwegian recycling.'/><title type='text'>page 21</title><content type='html'>heyo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay in school today nothing happen. But my side of the table group made the most noise the usual. We went to library early early after assembly. Izzal,Mamat,Darryl and I were playing behind the shelves till the kerani saw us play and thought Izzal threw a book. I laugh and then look serious to cover cover. The teacher called me and ask me if Izzal threw the book. I said no la. Then she's like. " lain kali jan buat lae. " We were like... Like thats gonna stop us. So went back to class. Talk a lot of Soccermanager. Oh ya ! It's Jordan's birthday today ! I wet him with water and kena the paper paper yang  tape on the wall. Tomorrow confirm kena tiao by class teacher. Ever happen bha that's why. So i'm ready la. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LIFE. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck that. I don't really care anymore. One second you'll be telling the what "SPECIAL SOMEONE " what you feel and get the same response i'll be like YAY. But later EVERYTHING GETS SCREWED UP. So fuck it. Love is such a beautiful thing. Everyone deserves a special someone. And sometimes that special someone is really right under your nose. Not literally. But get the point. The best way to let someone love you is to show the real you. What you have inside. Not trying to impress the dude or dudette. Asking advise is okay but when it comes down right to the very end... you'll realize it's no use and things has to be done by yourself. Your own words,your own thoughts. No dilemma dilemma. You cant love two person or three people at the same time. Well, you gotta choose la. Risk always has to be taken. Risk is followed right behind you. It's everywhere and it's at everything you do. No matter how simple or not. You can't buy love and you can't win love. That's what makes it so beautiful to me. Oh well, fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, i realize everyone is loving the same people ? what a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAIKO JOEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday la wui. Don't forget. We jump jump run run take pictures. HAHA. Remember!You are my bitch and im your... bitch too :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHH SPAIN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any other country better the Spain, I'd cry now and die. No la. Sehh~ God i love football. HAHA. PSYCHO &gt;&lt;  Yes, Spain is my fav country for football. They got good quality players bha. And both my fav player are in it too! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Sj-LgejXJLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CN-hjd3ug2E/s1600-h/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Sj-LgejXJLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CN-hjd3ug2E/s320/610x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350148272412894386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a old picture la. not the updated Spanish Squad. Dont have lots of players and a lot yang change numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Sj-LgJK_zhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DoXucEeM-mI/s1600-h/000186c510dr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Sj-LgJK_zhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DoXucEeM-mI/s320/000186c510dr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350148266673557010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DAVID VILLA my idola. I love the way he plays and his current hair nice and Fabregas. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;TORRES my fav player. Skillful and one in a million sort of player. I wish i could play good :{&lt;br /&gt;Also old pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL -.- CHEERIOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood : hapay.&lt;br /&gt;current fav song : AAR - straightjacket feeling. REMINDS ME LOT OF STUFF ni. fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;current hair : SHORT hahaha. cut shorter bha. Wanna trip David Villa's new hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-7320496822794089207?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/7320496822794089207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7320496822794089207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7320496822794089207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-21.html' title='page 21'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Sj-LgejXJLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CN-hjd3ug2E/s72-c/610x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-6518826709697711691</id><published>2009-06-20T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:45:48.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OH GET FCUK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antu coming soon'/><title type='text'>page 20</title><content type='html'>well hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Sj2Xymj9ZxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p1Bwrf4aOkQ/s1600-h/ComingSoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Sj2Xymj9ZxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p1Bwrf4aOkQ/s320/ComingSoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349598827986642706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers and i wanted to watch a late night movie bha. And we wanted to watch a comedy or action movie. So we went to Cathay,1b and Gsc. All don't have. Got movie la but the melayu melayu punya. We don't watch those. So in GSC, we HAD to choose this movie. COMING SOON. The story is effing scary. Like i think it's the moment that makes it scarier. The movie is about a person that watch the movie in the cinema and is haunted by that ^ women. Watch it la. Spoiler later. So anyway there was a scene they were in the cinema. And we were alone. NO ONE WAS THERE. Only four of us. + Kenneth's friend. Oh there were some cina-bengs sitting donwstairs.  Whatever la. FREAKAY~ After the movie. Our car pancit. Kenneth change it. And notice most of the cars are also pancit. Trus he know people yang buat. Me and Francis like COMING SOON is happening. Still kinda freak out. If i find out who did it kan... i tell the police :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm went to 1B for a competition la. Izzal,Mamat and I weren't expecting to win at least the first round also bha. Suddenly win. HAHA. We were the noisest over there. Until kena sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bitch : We can hear you from thaaaaaaaat side you know ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Izzal : Ah ?! btul bha ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bernard : Oh okay. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mamat : Oh bha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So we totally shut her up. Then at night. Had a 10 minutes call with Bubbles. First time got Bubbles yang sad. So cheered her up but no use -.-||.  Then i heard News. Bring it on. HAHA. I'm not afraid. I had reason to do so. I aint no playa. You are. Not you. But you. Pandai pandai la. No la. I'm not gonna continue this shit. Cause wrting it here is so childish. When you wanna meet ? set lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY DADDAY DAY ! All about dad la today. Will go out soon i think. So maybe won't be online-ing. Hmm, still hungry eh. Da-yemm~ Everybody so jiwang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current song : jasey rae - all time low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIGHTS ya'll cheerios &gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-6518826709697711691?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/6518826709697711691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/6518826709697711691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/6518826709697711691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-20.html' title='page 20'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/Sj2Xymj9ZxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p1Bwrf4aOkQ/s72-c/ComingSoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-7545389853825861702</id><published>2009-06-18T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:31:05.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalalove'/><title type='text'>page 19</title><content type='html'>heyo~&lt;br /&gt;so today in school got nothing really happen. I know i sakit hati la. My english get 79. -.-|| Like c'mon Teach, seriously 6.5 ?! What the hell is that ? Who gives 6.5 to a student ? Like totally somethings wrong with you. YES your MALINA. Budu. HAHA. Did kerja kayu today. Syok berabis la. Kena give extra kayu then me and my friend start shouting " KAYU WUI KAYU !! ". Not my fault :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally get to play football on the big field again. Yesterday watch Spain vs Iraq. So today we play with Spainish names. I got Sanchez David Villa. Hell yeah. My fav bha that. I didn't score had two chances but didn't make the most of it. I got assist but yeah whatever. Jordan you whore never pass. Haha. Don't tell him. Seh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISH SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i brought my phone to school cause my elder brother Kenneth told me too. He said he ask someone to give me a package or what not. Then I call and sms this unknown number. Darryl and i got freak out. Actually me only la but get the point. Then i call call and sms sms this dude la. IT said IT was in the canteen. I walk there EXPECTING like girl la. Then only got old lady. Wouldn't be her. Even if her  won't go near her also. HAHA. No bha. Seh~ Then Darryl and i were like " Let's just go up la. " So when we got into our class. IT sms me. IT said, " Why keep going up and down up and down ? ". I went like HOLY SHIT. Darryl said i had a stalker. Then i went down skali. IT was Kenneth bha ! HAHA. So happy to see him eh. Long time no see. He stays in KL. That's why. Then talk talk talk surprise Francis when he came to junoir blok. Then surprise Dad in the car. Then surprise Mum at home :p Man i love my Family :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aights Cheerios :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood : effing happy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-7545389853825861702?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/7545389853825861702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7545389853825861702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7545389853825861702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-19.html' title='page 19'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-4173704745466889930</id><published>2009-06-16T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:42:42.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARK FAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam gay'/><title type='text'>page 18</title><content type='html'>hello agains.&lt;br /&gt;The other day my neighbors and i went to Citymall to help my dad to something. Then we got kinda bored so we took pictures like everywhere in Citymall. We took took pictures till like malam people were looking at us. HAHA. Oh well. But yang paling syok la. SUSHI KING.&lt;br /&gt;Im addicted to sushi. Like totally. I love eating sushi. They're like heaven. J was the photographer. CHECK OUT HIS BLOG smart that.  I'm promoting him &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I : no edits though &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiJA_28liI/AAAAAAAAACU/eGzeFGb0t9E/s1600-h/DPP2_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiJA_28liI/AAAAAAAAACU/eGzeFGb0t9E/s320/DPP2_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348175207737366050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiJA_28liI/AAAAAAAAACU/eGzeFGb0t9E/s1600-h/DPP2_0100.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiIlaCA6lI/AAAAAAAAACM/LlwpUmKq5yM/s1600-h/DPP2_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiIlaCA6lI/AAAAAAAAACM/LlwpUmKq5yM/s320/DPP2_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348174733726771794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiJ56MjFyI/AAAAAAAAACk/nLo7R7wh-Ec/s1600-h/DPP2_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiJ56MjFyI/AAAAAAAAACk/nLo7R7wh-Ec/s320/DPP2_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348176185469900578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other day again. We took pictures outside my house and my neighbors apperently. HAHA. I think it's after the Citymall thingi. Not sure when. It was fun. Our themes was. ARMY.&lt;br /&gt;So i pinjam Francis punya shirt. Yang fit fit berabis. And took our toy gun. It's nice. Hahaha. Then got bored again. Haha. That night J wore his Original Liv Jersey. I got jealous. Sial you J. Kena suruh kasih batak my tangan but nothing happen -.-"&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I : no edits also nice already bha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiMRXY5kfI/AAAAAAAAADE/webACJp-oqY/s1600-h/DPP_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiMRXY5kfI/AAAAAAAAADE/webACJp-oqY/s320/DPP_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348178787466580466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiKt42rp8I/AAAAAAAAACs/KqWocxPzHzI/s1600-h/DPP_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiKt42rp8I/AAAAAAAAACs/KqWocxPzHzI/s320/DPP_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348177078462949314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiMQxAcLxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0wuhXsZt7Zo/s1600-h/DPP_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiMQxAcLxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0wuhXsZt7Zo/s320/DPP_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348178777163443986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiJeTMkIwI/AAAAAAAAACc/xhUAKOIaUhM/s1600-h/DPP_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiJeTMkIwI/AAAAAAAAACc/xhUAKOIaUhM/s320/DPP_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348175711144518402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. So so so, yesterday none update cause no mood. Super hungry again. I've been hungry all the time now a days. Sms sms sms, call call call,talk talk talk,laugh laugh laugh the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUITION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so weird yet funny happen. Joshua was lying down on SOMEONE's leg la. On the comfy chair. It look so tempting la. So like.. umm, I jump on joshua tummy. His big big big yet funyy guy. And fat.  Handsome that  mau ?  Single that -.-"  Then Joshua starting laughing like a girl. But nevermind. HAHA. Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKNAMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i gave nicknames to peoplel la. Umm, first was Darryl. He got MARK FAN. Haha. It happen like when, Izzal,Mamat and I were PRIVATE talking la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bernard : DARRYL what the hell are you doing here ?! * the phycho face *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Izzal : Yeah ! You should be with MARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mamat :  cuci kereta cuci kereta ! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Darryl : *sad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bernard : Mark Fan Mark Fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Darryl : I dont like Mark. Haha. Why him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Izzal : Pfft... Cause your a Mark Fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then wala. Oh then there is Glue but change to Bubbles -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh and i didn't go school today. Yay ! I was sick bha. Daryl is so gonna kill me. But oh well, wonder what happen today.  Haiz. But Tmr PJ, F yeah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aights. Cherrios !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current song addiction : Black Or White - Adam Lambert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-4173704745466889930?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/4173704745466889930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4173704745466889930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4173704745466889930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-18.html' title='page 18'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjiJA_28liI/AAAAAAAAACU/eGzeFGb0t9E/s72-c/DPP2_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-4577139100443485405</id><published>2009-06-15T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:20:36.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 17</title><content type='html'>Hello agains~&lt;br /&gt;Today in school effing boring. Well here how it went. Don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am&lt;br /&gt;Went to perhimpunan half dead. Can't really stand eh. My head pening-ness hasn't worn off yet. My friends were laughing cause' i was looking weird and funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am&lt;br /&gt;Came back from perhimpunan to class. Everyone looked dead also la. Izzal and I are table buddies. We were suppose to do this english project but we never do. Lucky thing not today have to perform in class. Then teacher said, " English paper give back on Wednesday. I ter-teriak, " WHY ?!". Then Izzal and the gang laugh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL blur-ness. Got Sejarah and BM paper back. Haha. i got 62 and 84. Effing happay~&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. Didn't go recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am&lt;br /&gt;Talk to Greg and Bram about IUDAY until recess is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11am&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12pm&lt;br /&gt;Stop sleeping for a while. Then continue (cause teacher marah)&lt;br /&gt;Maths period was weird i went all like. "  Woah, whats going on ? " i felt so weak la. I slept in Izzal's thigh. CAUSE HIS FAT. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs to talk american idol again. I still think Adam deserve winning la. My opinion :p&lt;br /&gt;And now i think Adam's ' No bounderies ' rocks. Well hear it for yourself. Which one suits you ? In Chatbox XD. Then i order food ngam ngam the food came out Joshua's dad suddenly came. Haha. Ate my nasi goreng in Uncle's car. Sedapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="435" height="270"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_purple_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D65325197%26t%3D1245049563&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_purple_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.indimusic.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=65325197&amp;amp;t=1245049563&amp;amp;wid=os" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.profileplaylist.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/create_purple.jpg" border="0" alt="Get a playlist!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mysocialgroup.com/standalone/65325197" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/launch_purple.jpg" border="0" alt="Standalone player" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mysocialgroup.com/download/65325197"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/get_purple.jpg" border="0" alt="Get Ringtones" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEYH&lt;br /&gt;You sleep awal yesterday ! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aights Cheerios :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-4577139100443485405?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/4577139100443485405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4577139100443485405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4577139100443485405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-17.html' title='page 17'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-5303718903775018663</id><published>2009-06-14T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T06:28:05.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 16</title><content type='html'>IU DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IU day was awesome. I hung out with Aleyh,Jane,My neighbour,Daryl,Wesley,Lucynda,Jared and many many more la.Okay starting starting i went to church first with Patrick.Then finish sunday school i went to parish la. The usual place we hang around. Then later part i saw Austen and the PEOPLE la. She dont even dare to look at me. How pathetic. Then Daryl pick me up at a Bus Stop near HASIL BUILDING.Then i went to CP with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN CENTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I met Cheryl and hung out with her for a while. I watch DRAG ME TO HELL with Aleyh damn scary. Haiz. Kinda lazy wanna post la bout everything. I know it fun if you guys were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEYH !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i win ah the dont sleep competition. REMEMBER WHAT YOU HUTANG ME ! hehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-5303718903775018663?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/5303718903775018663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5303718903775018663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5303718903775018663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-16.html' title='page 16'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-4300635078643309220</id><published>2009-06-13T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:33:26.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bernard day dreaming again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profercy be damn ?'/><title type='text'>page 15</title><content type='html'>hmm, hello again :]&lt;br /&gt;nothing really happen today besides the fact i nearly STARVE TO DEATH! Dad and Francis lazy to cook. Mum went to Labuan also with my nephews and uncles and aunties and cousin and more aunties and uncles. But i manage to play futsal today with my neighbour's friends. Played like a umm sloth. not the usual way i play cause' i was super hungraayyy~ But i sms a lot today and msn too. In the end we went to eat Bak Kut Teh la. I merajuk punch the wall (trip trip la minta kesian and attention. HEY im the youngest son its a ability). Ate 4 bowls of rice. Yum yum. I sms with Jane,Aleyh,Austin,Lil' Dino, and msn with My lilsister Nadira :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NADIRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a lot of time talking to her. I appreciate everytime talking to you cause we're really like bro and sis. I let everything out. Hope you understand la. And i hope you did too. Take care lil sis :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Nad, your the only one would understand the following POEM. hahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i sleep i see your smile,&lt;br /&gt;akward as it may seem,&lt;br /&gt;your long gone fashion and style,&lt;br /&gt;your in my every dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is another day,&lt;br /&gt;when the night we spend,&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait and pray,&lt;br /&gt;as our forever meets no end :]&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahaha :]&lt;br /&gt;and and Nadira,  a lil flash back la kan.&lt;br /&gt;who spit on the glass ?! with water ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay respect la to kris allen fans :]&lt;br /&gt;his KINDA okay i like " No Bounderies "  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight cheerios :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-4300635078643309220?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/4300635078643309220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4300635078643309220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4300635078643309220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-15.html' title='page 15'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-8585967362520234006</id><published>2009-06-12T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T07:45:38.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 14</title><content type='html'>i went to cut my hair today. Super bida berabis. Haha. I woke up in despair this. Like kena force like that. But it was around 9 ? I straight away sms PEOPLE. Haha. Then around 4 my tua nephews came. They going Labuan so stay one night here. My eye feel pain. Like kena bee sting. Ow.. I felt so weak today. Haiz. Need to play some sports oh. I feel so dead like that. Shit. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IUDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Whose going ?! Haha. Im going there to friend my neighbour Cheryl. Cause she one person. Sorry if tia layan. Join me at the SPCA booth. Haha. What's that you say ? GO CHECK &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. Who yang go tell me. Together-gether la.&lt;br /&gt;aights cheerios :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-8585967362520234006?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/8585967362520234006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8585967362520234006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8585967362520234006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-14.html' title='page 14'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-5843046372676948581</id><published>2009-06-11T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:51:59.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='useless'/><title type='text'>page 13</title><content type='html'>hello world :)&lt;br /&gt;Practically did nothing the whole morning to evening. All i did was online. Chat sama Aleyh,Abraham,Aaron Lanai and Jane. Then sms with Jane,Aleyh and Lil Dino. Haha. At night took a lot lot lot of picture with neighbours. I love them. We're family ! Haha. The pictures will be in my FB. go check check check ! I looovee the Everywhere song, Heear it ! hahaha. Nothing bares compare for me to let you know that i actually cared. Gottta start a new life !&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really to talk about so CRAPPY. oh well cheerios :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-5843046372676948581?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/5843046372676948581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5843046372676948581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5843046372676948581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-13.html' title='page 13'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-3633584512006998476</id><published>2009-06-10T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:27:43.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 12</title><content type='html'>today is so awesome !&lt;br /&gt;everything went swell like hell. Daday manage to get money and all. House is okay. Everything is cept mum and 31th of the 11th. Haiz. Went to play futsal today tiring la but all ends well la. Hehe. I guess i have move on :) Yeah i did. No more thoughts of her. Just gotta be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIL DINO.&lt;br /&gt;haha i seriously don't know what to write la. Haha. Thank you for being there for me. I've put a lot of faith in God. In prayer especially. Thanks la :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-3633584512006998476?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/3633584512006998476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3633584512006998476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3633584512006998476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-12.html' title='page 12'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-3547766045080177839</id><published>2009-06-09T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T04:00:01.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bernard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not'/><title type='text'>page 11</title><content type='html'>hey hey :)&lt;br /&gt;many many many things happen already. from LT camp till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th June 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the girl i love la. Cecilia Cletus, yeah. But oh well. Pat and Cor were the only friends i knew there. Got also la yang i know but not close. They did something so disgusting. Not gonna tell. Arrive in Pace Bane,Papar bout 1 like that cant really remember. I hug her and said i loved and missed her. Dont really think she heard me la cause' she didn't reply me. I went " okay ? ". Then got session session like the usual. Check into our rooms. my roommates were totally unknown. I don't know them at all, till we became friends. Bradley memang friend but not close. Austen Bagiu ! My main man. I make friends with him we became great friends. His awesome. And oh yeah there's Arthur something i don't know. His weird,nevermind that. HAHA. Didn't really spent time with Cecilia cause' she was with her friend only. Dudes and Dudettes that knows me yeah. you guys know i don't like that right ?  So yeah. SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th June 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up. Found Cecilia. Said good morning. Yeah the normal greetings to everyone. Still half dead that. So tired. Session session again. Got warm up. Dance dance ! Praise and woship so totally awesome ! Hell yeah. Here's the bad part la. At exactly 5.33pm evening. I went to counseling downstairs (act as if you know), then i went up to go Confession. After Confession, as i was walking to the door, Noel (awesome dude) and Priste (uhh,funny la) walk in. Noel gave me a letter and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Noel : Bernard,letter from Cecilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Priste : *hug* Got a really sad news for you man. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Bernard : *thinks* *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from then on i knew she wanna break up la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Bernard : * in my heart i said * *fuck* (sighs more) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wrote .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard, blah blah blah something about chemistry blah blah blah bullcrap bullcrap&lt;br /&gt;it's not you, your nice blah blah blah romantic blah blah blah... I'M SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At first i went like " can't you say in person ? like a normal human being ? Cause' like dude, i ask to be with you in person. " But sometimes we just have to let somethings. I was DEVASTATED. Really no idea what to do. Lost at a moment. But in the end i went like. " Oh fuck it " She breaks with me, she has her life now. Became emo a bit la. sing so crazy emo shit songs. Ask Austen my man! Haha. Since then,i cant stop thinking of her. Not a single second. Nothing can compare to this. Nothing. But I'll be okay :) Gotta stay positive. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's not like i'm staying any longer at least not till 11.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah umm. didn't sleep at all. Slept at 5am. Haiz. But i dont really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th June 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6am (one hour of sleep only) brush teeth. Still emo-ing. Then i kept talking to Austin. Counselor that ! Haha. Pat help me out a lot too. And Cornelius wap! Got again la another story to that. I sat with Austen the whole day. Cause he no friend. He had to sit in front cause he kena caught sleeping in another room TER la TER. Praise and Worship was AWESOME in the last day. Cant really imagine or think that time. My mind was soooo disturb and sad. Things at home arent well, Mum is arent well, then kena break again and all la. I let it all out! Shouted sing praises to God. Hmm :)  i miss that warm feeling. i gave back Cecilia all her stuff. Necklace and letters. I went to camp to meet her. But she cant even spent time with me. I even wanted to kiss but instead i got broken. Ah fuck it. Her type yeah couldn't hold onto guys more than a minute. I'm gonna punch the Puncher so hard ! Haiz. Start singing Remembering sunday all the way back home to KK. Got off and to the place i call home. RELIEVE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th June 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. That scent in the morning never felt better. I love being with my family again. But,it got ruined again by the thoughts of her. Haiz. Can't really stop yet. Visions of me being with her still is in my mind. Just by reading all this posts i have written right ? hahaha. I've been fooled again.Then at night my paip in my toilet broke ! HAHA. So funny this. My dad and francis did the hard part i just did the screwing thats all. Cause my hand and fingers small ! Sial ! If only got pictures this ! Haha. Cant wait for IUday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,thats all what happen to me these few days. Those to have help me like Jae, lil dino , Austen , Pat , Josh , Kim and all. Thank you for being there for me. Love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;AIGHTS! Cheerios !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-3547766045080177839?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/3547766045080177839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3547766045080177839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3547766045080177839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-11.html' title='page 11'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-7976078917725766605</id><published>2009-06-02T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:09:53.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 10</title><content type='html'>hmm. nothing really much to say. all i know is. i really cant wait to meet her. i miss her seriusly much. i love you CC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-7976078917725766605?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/7976078917725766605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7976078917725766605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7976078917725766605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/06/page-10.html' title='page 10'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-1481069102740773188</id><published>2009-05-31T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:40:22.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalalove'/><title type='text'>page 9</title><content type='html'>today went to 1B to celebrate Abraham's Birthday. Not his real bday but, earlier. It was fun and awesome. Met Qila and Nadira on the way. Long time didn't see them. Sisters. Weird thing was Abraham had to buy Nadira present. Haha, Bayar hutang. Then we ate at New York New York. That place is freaking delicious! i mean the food la. spent nearly Rm300 there. umm. Bram yg spent us all. By all means, Daryl,Darryl,Joshua,Greg,Me and Pat plus Nad and Qila. Shit. Haha. After that, we watch Night At The Muzium 2. SUPER FUNNY!! hahaa. Pat laugh so weird. So did i. And. AMY ADAMS F*CKING HOT. Since Enchanted again. damn. 1 MORE WEEK to meet Cecilia ! hahaha. i cant wait wait ! hehe. okay aights. i love CC. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-1481069102740773188?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/1481069102740773188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/1481069102740773188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/1481069102740773188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-9.html' title='page 9'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-4232154390125193664</id><published>2009-05-26T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:54:10.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 8</title><content type='html'>thanks J for the awesome Header~ haha. exam day 1 and 2 super easy la. but im worried with sejarah and maths tmr. damn damn. biarla. tiru only okay. love you cc~^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-4232154390125193664?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/4232154390125193664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4232154390125193664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/4232154390125193664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-8.html' title='page 8'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-5547288576250227116</id><published>2009-05-24T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:49:47.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 7</title><content type='html'>so weird oh today. i felt like sleepy in the morning my eyes were baggy. but i cant sleep. in J's place half a day. play dota and answer some random quiz in FB. so stupid. he edited some picture of a scorpion. check it out in his blog. its awesome. Cecilia ! be in my arms baby ! i miss you so much ! cant wait for Camp. but but but gantung eh. got exam this week. study pun teda. jadi also la. dont care GOD HELP ! hahaha. aights ciaozzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-5547288576250227116?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/5547288576250227116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5547288576250227116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5547288576250227116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-7.html' title='page 7'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-8351998977091036249</id><published>2009-05-21T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:22:59.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 6</title><content type='html'>something really funny happen today. i thought my wallet lost bha. i went to find la. i started asking around. i merajuk at people. saying that if i found the culprit ill kill him. i told my friends that la. then suddenly. it was on the ground. near my chair. it slip i guess. hahaha. then i friend said " bha, sut the lantai "  hahaha. haiz. and my ass totally hurts thanks to the ORANG PUTIH. and my head thanks to LIPS. no worries wasnt mad at all. back to Celia. i miss her this. where bha you this earring besar ?! haiz. so thats practically it. oh well cherrioss~ :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-8351998977091036249?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/8351998977091036249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8351998977091036249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/8351998977091036249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-6.html' title='page 6'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-2427678264674234623</id><published>2009-05-16T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:36:10.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 5</title><content type='html'>dear blog again.&lt;br /&gt;i totally miss her now. all her pictures bha. in my head this.&lt;br /&gt;how to meet her oh ? im out of ideas STAY STRONG.&lt;br /&gt;shitness.&lt;br /&gt;i love you cecilia. do you ?&lt;br /&gt;i miss you cecilia. do you ?&lt;br /&gt;am i still yours ? do i still own your heart ?&lt;br /&gt;damn. dont forget me ! haiz. bha. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-2427678264674234623?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/2427678264674234623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/2427678264674234623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/2427678264674234623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-5.html' title='page 5'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-5933261480083668811</id><published>2009-05-14T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:52:27.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 4</title><content type='html'>i cant stop thinking of you! where the hell are you ? it's been ages! lupa me already ?&lt;br /&gt;damn. my left arm still pain. but nevermind. hmm... LT camp i think jadi la. i kumpul munny. okay la. cyber now this. bored like hell. happy bday dear :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-5933261480083668811?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/5933261480083668811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5933261480083668811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/5933261480083668811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-4.html' title='page 4'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-3488290581914198176</id><published>2009-05-13T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:49:28.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 3</title><content type='html'>okay ATT shot wasnt really painful at all i guess. The injection was scary la but not painful. Hmm,she tia mau the phone why ?! haish, boring la you. i totally miss her eh. LT camp is coming up i think im going. i hope. okay it was a really boring day. No one reply or sms me this. Haha. aight bubye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-3488290581914198176?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/3488290581914198176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3488290581914198176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/3488290581914198176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-3.html' title='page 3'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-7334740228770018001</id><published>2009-05-11T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:05:33.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nothing really happen today&lt;/span&gt;. huhu. i miss her :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-7334740228770018001?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/7334740228770018001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7334740228770018001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/7334740228770018001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-2.html' title='page 2'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434026446116978634.post-2188852398936795281</id><published>2009-05-06T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:54:50.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cecilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bernard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>page 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hello people! i'm back with a new blog. thought of making new blog so i made it la. nothing really much to say now all there is to know is. i totally miss Cecilia now. aights bye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434026446116978634-2188852398936795281?l=yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/feeds/2188852398936795281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/2188852398936795281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434026446116978634/posts/default/2188852398936795281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartclosetomine.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-1.html' title='page 1'/><author><name>bernard klassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474288080572375154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4tYWT00Q9fY/SjoTHJQzLxI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kwqSvk_gEM/S220/DPP_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
