<?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-4858879226871995670</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:31:19.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. frangipani . m . honey .</title><subtitle type='html'>..Randomness..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-161512967198788999</id><published>2008-12-08T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:43:42.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost a year since my last post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this blog is officially dead, BUT i do have another one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all you people that still come here and read all the nonsense, you'll find more at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewordsidarenotspeakaloud.blogspot.com"&gt;thewordsidarenotspeakaloud.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU PEOPLE &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-161512967198788999?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/161512967198788999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=161512967198788999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/161512967198788999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/161512967198788999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-year-since-my-last-post-wow-well.html' title=''/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-1934413957692898234</id><published>2007-12-30T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:11:48.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i sit here stoning my ass off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bored to death &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with nothing to write..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh wait, i do have something to write..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ASSHOLES&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOU SHOULD GO SCREW YOURSELF CAUSE NO ONE ELSE IN THIS ENTIRE WORLD WOULD WANT TO EVEN BE WITH YOU..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU ARE AN ASS, COCKY, ARROGANT AND FULL OF BULLSHIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GO SCREW YOUR LIFE UP MORE. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE AND I THANK GOD HE MADE ME HATE YOU FOR ALL THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;F'ING&lt;/span&gt; THINGS YOU'VE DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now i wonder why the hell i was even with him for so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pfffft, what a waste of my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought all the tears i cried were for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're a&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; LOSER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dumb Ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, i just had to get that off my chest..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least i'm a happier person now (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-1934413957692898234?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1934413957692898234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=1934413957692898234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/1934413957692898234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/1934413957692898234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmmmmmmmmm-i-sit-here-stoning-my-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-2947526202647738589</id><published>2007-12-29T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:51:55.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;my, my, my, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;it has been ages since i last put something here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;okay lets see, what has happened since Christmas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Christmas was screwed up this year, i had to spend it in Singapore. now, usually i wouldn't mind so much, its an alright place to go.. but not getting to go to orchard road, getting stuck babysitting annoying little cousin things, listening to all of the 'adults' argue over god knows what, and have to put up with all the bloody stuck up, kiasu Singaporeans that live there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ooooo! and presents were all crap too, even though Christmas is supposed to be about what comes from the heart i was like what the hell. what gives? why is everyone in this damn family so stingy all of a sudden? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Like in most families we are never told as to whats going on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;as if we wouldn't understand. pffffftt, i tell you. pffffft.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I swear, if I had known Christmas was gonna suck this bad i would have just stayed here and watched the Christmas thing in church..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;sucky Christmas. check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;missing the Christmas play. check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;So after i get back from Singapore a bunch of us go out namely, Sammy, Kate, Nikkie, Marcia, Shou (see i didn't add the 'yi' in the back ;p), Wai Kin, Hanrick, Denise, Elaine, Erena ( i think thats how you spell her name..), and myself, Ryota turned up last minute. We were at OU. So they bought tickets for The Heartbreak Kid.. Nikkie fell asleep, Wai Kin ran out into another movie without telling all of us so we were wondering where the hell he disappeared to.. But the movie sucked, so i don't really blame him.. Oh yeah, so six of us.. Sam, Kate, Nikkie, Shou Yi, Hanrick and I walked into Sushi Groove planning to order lunch when we realised that the show was starting soon, so out we were without ordering anything back up to the cinema.. we didn't even have the tickets with us so we waited for the rest to get back from KFC and stoned there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Then we cam-whored at the playground. that was fun (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;So yes, i followed Sam back to her place. we played poker at midnight with Wei jun, Tik Lik, and another guy (i forgot his name, so if you're ever reading this [which is highly unlikely] i'm sorry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;and that was that, i guess I'm missing a couple of days but they weren't that important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;much love ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;mel.&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/4858879226871995670-2947526202647738589?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2947526202647738589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=2947526202647738589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/2947526202647738589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/2947526202647738589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-my-my-it-has-been-ages-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-8361753739304613195</id><published>2007-03-19T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:59:40.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am literally swearing my ass off. can sisters get any more stupid and annoying. they never F`&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; listen and damn, why does she have to be such a F`&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; Annoying little twerp! Stupidity is what they are made of. nothing better to do than to get so angry at you even after you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apologize. Total and utter retards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can life get any worse than what it is right now? so many horrid things are happening and this just adds on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-8361753739304613195?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8361753739304613195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=8361753739304613195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/8361753739304613195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/8361753739304613195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-literally-swearing-my-ass-off.html' title=''/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-3138507886045376338</id><published>2007-02-21T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T03:00:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized that i haven't blogged in such a long time... thanks to a certain someone who has been hogging the internet! lol, i still love you even if you always do so.. anyway, this year is pretty much crap... thanks to the POOR economy our ang pow values have dropped by a lot.. if i drew you a graph it would be like going down a 45 degree slope! its crazy i tell you.. CRAZY!! and it is so very the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quiet &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but we go aginst the law once again.. ahahahaha! i shall try and post video's and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;but the shopping for clothes was very much fun. but facing my dad to the amount we spent was not all that fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, all part of experience eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss m.&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/4858879226871995670-3138507886045376338?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3138507886045376338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=3138507886045376338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/3138507886045376338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/3138507886045376338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-realized-that-i-havent-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-7962097618528578971</id><published>2007-02-13T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:39:24.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valentine's day alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've got my babes that haven't got valentine's either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so its not too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-7962097618528578971?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7962097618528578971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=7962097618528578971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/7962097618528578971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/7962097618528578971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-8020314923882818323</id><published>2007-02-11T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:38:07.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i absolutely HATE you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU!&lt;br /&gt;you know who the hell you are.&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/4858879226871995670-8020314923882818323?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8020314923882818323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know what to do anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't want to have a care in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why the hell do people like putting pressure on you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its driving me to insanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-7594595451109249879?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7594595451109249879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a rose from the dinner. just a single rose.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/Rc8ghPrbq2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/5DNexm9-2gM/s1600-h/Pic053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030275064312605538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/Rc8ghPrbq2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/5DNexm9-2gM/s320/Pic053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the NST valentine dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i had a tad bit of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was a whole lot of me that didnt feel like having fun or enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda felt left out in many aspects of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, i felt bloody bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling like a bitch all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad temper too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, happens to most of us once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feeling bitchy as the clock slowly ticks by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if i want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, need to just run away from everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just isolate myself from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life really does have to be so freaking hard on people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do i care so freaking much anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-3389070056828724806?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3389070056828724806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=3389070056828724806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/3389070056828724806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/3389070056828724806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/rose-from-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/Rc8ghPrbq2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/5DNexm9-2gM/s72-c/Pic053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-3481265305637379209</id><published>2007-02-06T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:28:11.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Whole Post to You boy, i love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RciTlSZTnXI/AAAAAAAAABo/aC3sFc7SYdU/s1600-h/Fishie+lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028431252761582962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RciTlSZTnXI/AAAAAAAAABo/aC3sFc7SYdU/s320/Fishie+lips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fishie Lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RciNyCZTnQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HP5W3F6nczs/s1600-h/Pic000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028424874735148290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RciNyCZTnQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HP5W3F6nczs/s320/Pic000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so cute. yet so very the naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028425291346976018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RciOKSZTnRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DTA7bqgNJ1A/s320/Pic001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now he hides his face.. tsk.tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028429869782113618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RciSUyZTnVI/AAAAAAAAABY/aGVQK-u37-Y/s320/29012006(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chinese New Year 06` [he looks so innocent!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028430668646030690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RciTDSZTnWI/AAAAAAAAABg/cat4eVBglKU/s320/13032006(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;him with some dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028426777405660450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RciPgyZTnSI/AAAAAAAAABA/FlrjCIoT0I4/s320/13032006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;he's so addicted to camera's, phone's with and without camera's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028427511845068082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RciQLiZTnTI/AAAAAAAAABI/6B9r-dUXYuA/s320/14032006(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;isn't he just the cutest? [in such an oversized jacket?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028429165407477058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RciRryZTnUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CtoISWVjBUs/s320/14032006(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i wouldn't trade him for anything in the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-3481265305637379209?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3481265305637379209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=3481265305637379209' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-8776247490971914573</id><published>2007-02-02T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:28:11.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RcLmbSZTnPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9j0YLakbuN0/s1600-h/Pic002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026833490567732466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RcLmbSZTnPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9j0YLakbuN0/s320/Pic002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My new shoes!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy is me. me is definitly happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shopping yesterday was a hell lotta fun. bought so much stuff including these shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love ya'll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;мiss м.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-8776247490971914573?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8776247490971914573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=8776247490971914573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/8776247490971914573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/8776247490971914573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-new-shoes-happy-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RcLmbSZTnPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9j0YLakbuN0/s72-c/Pic002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-8779856403632353627</id><published>2007-01-31T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:44:44.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;so what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Love &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; it. &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/4858879226871995670-8779856403632353627?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8779856403632353627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=8779856403632353627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/8779856403632353627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/8779856403632353627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-can-be-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-2379345286230641137</id><published>2007-01-28T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:16:04.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all i want to ask now.&lt;br /&gt;All i want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-2379345286230641137?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2379345286230641137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;мe&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;nessosi†y`. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;descirbes me completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;tons of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;мiss м.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. everything in this blog is trademarked. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-8793641636286378613?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-2203538410027329618</id><published>2007-01-16T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:23:48.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know it.</title><content type='html'>School sucks. As always.. typing this in school.. Again.. its so crappy.. but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; even been paying attention in my classes.. Day dreaming most of the time.. my mind is wrapped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; him.. it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; wanna let go.. and learn.. not that i really want to but then again.. its for my own good. non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... for the rest of the day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; just continue day dreaming.. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-2203538410027329618?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2203538410027329618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=2203538410027329618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/2203538410027329618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/2203538410027329618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-know-it.html' title='you know it.'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-1136263379548428846</id><published>2007-01-15T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:36:56.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>i like him.&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;no one know's.&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep him a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;its more fun this way. non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loadsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-1136263379548428846?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1136263379548428846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=1136263379548428846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/1136263379548428846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/1136263379548428846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-1634158147670638614</id><published>2007-01-09T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T20:41:45.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School....</title><content type='html'>la la la la la la... this i am typing in school during class out of pure boredom.. there ain't much to write though.. My english teacher sucks.. she teaches so S-L-O-W-L-Y you feel like slapping her.. you could die in her class. i nearly did.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.. well, i better go now.. class is almost up.. I'm gonna have sooo much fun in commerce.. not.. stuck with, *ding ding [you guessed it!]* another boring teacher... damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loadsa love. non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-1634158147670638614?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1634158147670638614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=1634158147670638614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/1634158147670638614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/1634158147670638614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/school.html' title='School....'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-682115762155133830</id><published>2007-01-07T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:28:15.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I to do?</title><content type='html'>I'm torn between 2 groups of friends... I am not one to take sides but give advice and try my best to help them.. it was first just one conflict and now another with different people.. I love you guys loads and i'm here for whoever wants to talk to me. i'll help you, yes.. but i wont take sides.. both of you guys are my best friends..i'm here if you need anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-682115762155133830?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/682115762155133830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=682115762155133830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/682115762155133830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/682115762155133830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-am-i-to-do.html' title='What am I to do?'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-7491323121573705324</id><published>2007-01-06T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:17:15.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello People!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i did over the hols in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;.. after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;DBD&lt;/span&gt;.. and what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; up to now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the hols Martin, Thomas and Vicky came down.. had fun spending a ton of time with them. walking around. shopping. going to the theme park. ice skating.. Yeah and the dinner to celebrate one of my grand-aunt's 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary was absolutely AMAZING!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. it was all fun.. too bad they had to go.. missing them like crazy. [Yes, and even Thomas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;xp&lt;/span&gt;] Oh well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; see them again.. soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year was kinda boring.. and so was the new year.. I missed out on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ns&lt;/span&gt;† party. i missed seeing my cousins off. i missed saying goodbye to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, of you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know me very well and are reading this post.. what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; saying in this paragraph seems like i didn't miss out on a lot.. but to me, its a lot) its over.. they've gone. she's gone. school's started and its hell on earth.. the principal is a real BITCH! and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really care anymore.. i feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;f'ing&lt;/span&gt; pissed off at her since she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; let me move to a science stream.. yet, 2 guys who were in my class got to move with only 2 freaking A's!!! damn, its not as if i won't be putting a ton of effort into science because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; being forced there or something. i want-ed to go. i was willing enough to not let add math get in my way.. but now since everything is finalized and blah blah blah... i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really care. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; just do my best in this stream and yeah.. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; of getting my parents involved and talking her into letting me go to science.. i just stayed where i am.. and besides i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like her and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like me.. is it really my fault that the bloody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;shirt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-tucks itself? it likes doing so when she's around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, first week of school and already bombarded with homework! essay's and tests.. pages and pages of work.. notes and presentations to make.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Arghh&lt;/span&gt;.. its annoying! And all my teachers except for PE are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt;! no others. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt;. zilch. well i better study hard or die when exams come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough said for the time being.. until the next time something interesting happens or when i feel like blogging in school on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Monday's&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Loadsa&lt;/span&gt; Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-7491323121573705324?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7491323121573705324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=7491323121573705324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/7491323121573705324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/7491323121573705324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-people.html' title='hello People!'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-8277587814657592580</id><published>2006-12-19T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:28:11.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Before Dawn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010139229777309698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="105" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RYeXFaogMAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_1gFt04D4gE/s320/title_dbd.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Those who missed out on Drunk Before Dawn which happened last weekend. Seriously missed out a lot... It was so much fun working backstage on this musical the cast is so much fun! And working with your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt; is a huge bonus.. Working with Kate, Sammy, Sarah, Marcia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chanette&lt;/span&gt; was fun.. Everything went really well and i can't stop thinking about it.. the songs, the cast.. everything! its just going on in my head and is keeping me sane. I think they'll be coming out with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; too =)! It was all really cool and so much fun.. Bummer i can't go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; and help.. Anyway they are only doing 2 shows there... its gonna be really cool.. so those who have missed out can buy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; [which has yet to be released] and watch it at home... although its not the same as watching it live.. it is really good and certainly not to be missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;no one is a lost cause!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010134148830998514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RYeSdqogL_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HnisUHYXSqA/s320/i+am+not+a+lost+cause.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-8277587814657592580?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8277587814657592580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=8277587814657592580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/8277587814657592580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/8277587814657592580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/drunk-before-dawn.html' title='Drunk Before Dawn..'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iFOgO5qh4/RYeXFaogMAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_1gFt04D4gE/s72-c/title_dbd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-2651122666050100755</id><published>2006-12-05T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:39:24.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>More shopping... and this time for a perfectly good cause.... Its fun buying people presents.. and then of course you throw in a couple of things for yourself :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop till ya drop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-2651122666050100755?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2651122666050100755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=2651122666050100755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/2651122666050100755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/2651122666050100755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-1380970961078864683</id><published>2006-12-01T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:38:21.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people now a days are seriously rude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you this.. if you mess with my best friends saying they screwed your life and did this and that and not even on your own blog! DO THAT AGAIN AND I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND EITHER KILL YOU OR HURT YOU VERY BADLY!!! and don't go around saying f*** everywhere coz it just looks bad.. and if you are reading this.. beware, i'm not nice all the time.. yes i can be a bitch so what!! you're an ass hole that doesnt have a god damn life.. i am feeling very pissed off at the moment.. so piss me off again and its your HEAD! and i mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, get yourself a life and stop bugging her!! i swear if you write just one more nasty comment or type anything in her chat box again... you are gonna get it BAD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-1380970961078864683?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1380970961078864683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=1380970961078864683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/1380970961078864683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/1380970961078864683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-people.html' title='Some people...'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-6476392629742855673</id><published>2006-11-28T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:43:00.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i love you.. but then again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7446/593124905624022/1600/604544/Love-At-First-Sight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7446/593124905624022/320/55259/Love-At-First-Sight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you know when you've fallen in love? What tells you that you have? No one really knows do they.... Is it the butterflies you get in your stomach when you see that special " someone "? Or is it the way your heart flutters at even just the sight of him/her? Maybe its the way your whole body shiver's and practically turns to mush when they come close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? Scientists study our brain activity and say that it’s quiet possible but everyone is free to believe or not to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people claim that it happened to them and it was like you raise your head, meet those eyes and tell yourself “It is He/She!”. Psychologists say that love at first sight depends on our psychological state at the moment. In some case we won’t even notice those charming eyes in another they can make a lasting impression on as. Also they say that it takes about 30 seconds to fall in love or precisely speaking to estimate whether the person is worth to fall in love with. By the way psychologists claim that men fall in love first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very many factors act in the situation of falling in love from the first sight. These are our ideals, intuition or “fast logic”, imagination etc. When you fall in love at the first sight you are usually ready and willing to fall in love. Less possibility that it will happen if you are tired, stressed, solving problems in you mind. Of cause the main part in falling in love is given to the appearance, voice, gestures, smell... One person intuitively searches in the other the qualities and the feature to complete him/herself. Of causes beautiful people attract attention the most, but sometimes it’s wrong to fall in love with them easily because those people are experiencing much attention from the people of the other sex all the time and your delightful reaction may simply have no answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you suddenly fall in love with quiet unknown person and see that it’s mutual that may mean even that mother-nature has chosen a partner that genetically suits you a lot. In this case it is like “aha, match!” when someone happens to fill up all the necessary categories like “tall, blond, blue-eyed, looks good, has a style and nice manners, likes me”. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-6476392629742855673?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6476392629742855673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=6476392629742855673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/6476392629742855673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/6476392629742855673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-i-love-you-but-then-again.html' title='i think i love you.. but then again...'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-8612875444941467179</id><published>2006-11-27T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:19:33.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>United Live..</title><content type='html'>my church was definietly the place to be at 7 on friday.. Hillsongs United was just awesome..  I had so much fun with KNMSK, tim, jon, ivan, and everyone else.. i can't believe tickets sold out so fast and there were like what? 3-400 people on the waiting list.. They should have held it at a stadium or had a 2 night concert... The church was so FULL!!!! practically filled to the brim.. Seriously, the whole of the 5th floor was packed.. the stairs were filled and so was the balcony.. and all the jumping and praising God was just amazing.. It wasn't a concert, it was more like a praise and worship session because they were praising, and God's prescence was really there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during E06 you could also feel the prescence of God, being there was like the best.. And now, planetshaker's are coming in december and that's gonna be totally awesome... Then we have DBD[Drunk Before Dawn] which is a musical that my church is putting on and tickets are really selling like hot cakes.. If you wanna come its for the 15th to the 17th of december.. it'll be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week has been sweet... one of the best i've had. so far... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-8612875444941467179?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8612875444941467179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=8612875444941467179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/8612875444941467179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/8612875444941467179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/united-live.html' title='United Live..'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858879226871995670.post-5819598793931570078</id><published>2006-11-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:42:30.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulgence...</title><content type='html'>Everyone has something they like to indulge themselves into.. whether it be food, dessert *yum*, massages, shopping, or even spa's, .. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i love food and dessert... and Shopping... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;superiorly&lt;/span&gt; sinful... but yes.. i enjoy these things.. when craving's come what is there to do but satisfy them? =)... shopping, people tend to waste money on unnecessary things... like me for example.. i love buying stuff that i don't really need... that's why my room is so filled with junk.. yup.. and who can resist scrumptious desserts.. chocolate this, chocolate that.. filled with sugar and spice, and everything nice... i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; explaining a girl more than dessert.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, but come to think of it.. maybe we are like dessert that comes before every meal instead of after.. or maybe we're pushed to being seconds.. =p. you know what i mean * cough * cough * Who knows??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, like i said.. everyone has something they love to indulge completely in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858879226871995670-5819598793931570078?l=frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5819598793931570078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4858879226871995670&amp;postID=5819598793931570078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/5819598793931570078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4858879226871995670/posts/default/5819598793931570078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frangipani-dot-hearts-dots-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/indulgence.html' title='Indulgence...'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
