<?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-6024061067286867982</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:36:08.824-07:00</updated><category term='Everyday Life'/><category term='Thoughts and musings'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Angst'/><category term='Friends and Family'/><category term='Love and Relationships'/><title type='text'>Because I'm Worth It</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Snowdrop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06132566548308951021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_607E3FZ3ftY/R3Du6pbq2qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hd9NpHQmBXw/S220/l_0684c0c1171186d27b4c17c63fcd188b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024061067286867982.post-7348757723602768827</id><published>2008-01-27T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T04:04:37.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Skandal?</title><content type='html'>AKU SKANDAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some butt head told my boyfriend that I have a scandal (another boy). Wtf. I didn't know that I have a scandal. Rasa teringin plak nak jumpa skandal aku nieyh. Hahaha. In case some of you don't get it, that was sarcasm. I don't have a scandal. I've been completely faithful. Oho. Apparently the person who told my boy was a NOT-very-close friend of his. Heck, my boy didn't even remember that dude's name. I have no idea who unloaded that whole lot of crap, but I could fathom a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1590.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 536px; HEIGHT: 504px" height="550" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/IMG_1590.jpg" width="661" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1594.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 537px; HEIGHT: 515px" height="528" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/IMG_1594.jpg" width="610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1593.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 512px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="486" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/IMG_1593.jpg" width="668" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1596.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 519px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="488" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/IMG_1596.jpg" width="670" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1585.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 520px; HEIGHT: 402px" height="506" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/IMG_1585.jpg" width="641" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1589.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 523px; HEIGHT: 526px" height="513" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/IMG_1589.jpg" width="633" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a lot of fun yesterday. I went to Sunway Lagoon for the Revolution Tour event. Hee. I had alot of fun. I got to meet my boy and we (him, me and my lil brother) had fun splashing around. Hehe. It was an awesome day. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1597.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 517px; HEIGHT: 579px" height="618" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/IMG_1597.jpg" width="620" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1600.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 778px" height="779" alt="posing" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o118/melly_kay/IMG_1600.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024061067286867982-7348757723602768827?l=snowdropheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7348757723602768827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024061067286867982&amp;postID=7348757723602768827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/7348757723602768827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/7348757723602768827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/aku-skandal.html' title='Aku Skandal?'/><author><name>Snowdrop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06132566548308951021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_607E3FZ3ftY/R3Du6pbq2qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hd9NpHQmBXw/S220/l_0684c0c1171186d27b4c17c63fcd188b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024061067286867982.post-1667493141335832603</id><published>2008-01-12T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:38:21.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts and musings'/><title type='text'>Realization: I have no life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALIZATION: I HAVE NO LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to a realization. I have wasted my whole year. I realised this when I came across a few students who were younger than me. They were (probably) school drop outs, and their whole life consisted of hanging out with their friends at malls and getting high or smoking like a chimney. And they think that 'This Is The Life'. Well, this is what it looked like to me; 'This is their life. Full stop.' The whole of last year I've been trying to break myself free from my parents' suffocating rules. I wanted to be free. I wanted freedom. I couldn't take the suffocation. But now, I see I should have studied and prepared myself for my upcoming SPM. Unless of course, I want my life to be like that. Meaningless. No future. NOTHING. I don't want a life like that. I want to be able to have a career. I don't want the only job that I can have is one in McDonalds. I admit that yes, I DO want freedom. I DO want to get out of this house. BUT. My life shouldn't be only all about that. It should also have been about my studies. Last time, in a teenage act of rebellion for not letting me out, I chose to piss my parents off by hanging out with my friends and yes, I admit, cutting class (just for a few minutes!). And letting my studies slide as well. That was how pissed I was. But I'm not completely stupid. I did study. But since i let my studies slide, I mostly got As, Bs and Cs. And God forbid the occasional D (did I hear anyone just say Addmaths?). I knew this would irritate them to no end cos I used to get straight As. I guess the other reason I was pissed was because my parents ALWAYS expect me to get straight A's. They had high expectations of me. They want me to be a doctor. A lawyer, etc. This really put me under pressure so I decided to make them think I'm 'stupid'. Hahaha. Damn stupid aite?? Fucking funny now that I think about it. It didn't work anyway. It just made my mum angry and say, 'Melissa, you are not stupid, so don't make yourself stupid.' Kantoi. Hahaha. Ahhh, teenage rebellion... Teenagers just wouldn't be teenagers without the rebellion. But this year I'm gonna set things right and get better grades (with lowered expectations, hopefully). I study better when my parents expect me to fail. Dunno why. But whenever they keep on talking about how I will get an A for sure and whatever, I feel pressured and can't do the exam. But when they think I'm dumb, I'd get pissed and will starting burning books like there was no tomorrow and then I'd get a high grade just to show how wrong they were. God. I'm so retarded. Hahaha. This realisation totally put me in a bad mood for the whole day. Resolution of 2008? Suprise me parents with good grades (for a change). LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024061067286867982-1667493141335832603?l=snowdropheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1667493141335832603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024061067286867982&amp;postID=1667493141335832603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/1667493141335832603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/1667493141335832603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/realization-i-have-no-life.html' title='Realization: I have no life'/><author><name>Snowdrop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06132566548308951021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_607E3FZ3ftY/R3Du6pbq2qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hd9NpHQmBXw/S220/l_0684c0c1171186d27b4c17c63fcd188b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024061067286867982.post-6295317177704512963</id><published>2008-01-05T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:42:17.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Life'/><title type='text'>My blog got hacked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;MY BLOG GOT HACKED! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's gone a bit funky. Damn it. I hate the person who did this. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to more important stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started; my freedom has officially come to a full stop. My parents are stricter. My mum goes ballistic over everything now. God. All cos of SPM year. Haihhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I got demoted to 5 Science 2! :D hahaha. Anyone else would have been miserable, but I'm HAPPY. Freaky huh? I just couldn't stand it in Science 1. Can die. Everyone there got straight A's. Imagine the pressure. So yea, I purposely demoted myself. Hahaha. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Science 2 isn't too bad. It's alright. Suprisingly, the students there aren't as noisy as my old classmates in Science 1. Science 1 is the one making all the noise. Well, dah kata pandai, kan? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to blog about. Hrmmmm... Oh yeah, my mum threatened to send me back to Sabah if I don't follow whatever she says this year. Yea right. SPM year, got time to send me back meh? My parents will be too busy screaming at me to study to even bother themselves to buy me an airplane ticket. Which is the wrong move. I can't study under damned pressure. I know they just want me to do my best for SPM, but geez, talk about making a person feel pressured. I can't think straight under pressure. LOL. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024061067286867982-6295317177704512963?l=snowdropheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6295317177704512963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024061067286867982&amp;postID=6295317177704512963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/6295317177704512963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/6295317177704512963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-blog-got-hacked.html' title='My blog got hacked!'/><author><name>Snowdrop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06132566548308951021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_607E3FZ3ftY/R3Du6pbq2qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hd9NpHQmBXw/S220/l_0684c0c1171186d27b4c17c63fcd188b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024061067286867982.post-671907708649300698</id><published>2008-01-01T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:23:17.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISSING THE BOTH OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a really great time with the both of my cousins during my stay in Sabah a few days ago. It had been more than a year since I've seen the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/964/2612071317copypt6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and my Cousin Kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/7863/2612071253copylo7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cousin Kitty and her sister Uyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/9252/2612071250copydn9.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The three cousins! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a part of our day where I had to wait for Kak Uyah to finish her work so I had to wait in the waiting room for her with Kitty. Let's just say I got bored and captured a pic of my gorgeous self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/5117/2612071318copyuy4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pretty. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea, I was REALLY bored&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/6024061067286867982-671907708649300698?l=snowdropheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/feeds/671907708649300698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024061067286867982&amp;postID=671907708649300698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/671907708649300698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/671907708649300698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Snowdrop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06132566548308951021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_607E3FZ3ftY/R3Du6pbq2qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hd9NpHQmBXw/S220/l_0684c0c1171186d27b4c17c63fcd188b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024061067286867982.post-2934277275962866065</id><published>2007-12-31T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:48:26.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts and musings'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is now 2008. The year that I dread the most. My SPM year. Damnnn. Well, it's time to go onto the usual mindless new year resolutions (that we know that we are never gonna keep. We just do it for the sake of doing it. Haha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thou shall study more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thou shall pass SPM with flying colours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thou shall pass ye Driver's Exam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thou shall be sneakier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thou shall get a job after SPM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thou shall not waste time staring into space mindlessly for hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thou shall stop gazing at own reflection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all know that I'll be breaking these resolutions after a few days, don't you? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024061067286867982-2934277275962866065?l=snowdropheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2934277275962866065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024061067286867982&amp;postID=2934277275962866065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/2934277275962866065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/2934277275962866065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Snowdrop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06132566548308951021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_607E3FZ3ftY/R3Du6pbq2qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hd9NpHQmBXw/S220/l_0684c0c1171186d27b4c17c63fcd188b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024061067286867982.post-2276891563872455604</id><published>2007-12-31T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:49:42.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angst'/><title type='text'>Some adults are total hypocrites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;SOME ADULTS ARE TOTAL HYPOCRITES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you all agree with me on this? Some of them are totally hypocritical! God. You know how they are always telling us off, bossing us around and telling us crap stories about how they were when they were young?? Well, it's damn annoying okay! Just cos they are adults they think that they can get away with anything! Which is true but shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For example. If we do something wrong, they force us to apologise, but when they do something wrong, they themselves WON'T do it! Why is that? Just cos you are older you are better is it? Damn it la. Like this one time this old man reprimanded me for something I did not do, and when he found out his mistake, he kept quiet only about it. Didn't even apologise. What a fucker. Some adults just don't practice what they preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And here's another one. When they listen to us gossiping (which I admit is totally wrong lah), they scold us. But when they get together with their friends, wah lau wei, they gossip like anything. When asked about this, they had the cheek to answer, 'Ya lar... You are still young, so you cannot gossip. We old already, so can gossip lah.' Wtf. So being old gives us the license to do bad things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The same can be said about smoking. Adults can smoke like a chimney and no one gives a damn about it. But if they see a teenager smoke, they shake their heads and say, 'What a terrible kid.' Eh, excuse me?? You are supposed to set a bloody example! 'I'm old already, so I can smoke. That kid is young, so cannot.' Ishk. Isn't it the same thing aside from the age difference? You are still ruining your health and setting a bad example. My friend once said, if you tell a guy to stop smoking cos it's bad for his health, he won't listen to you. But if you tell him that it makes his coconuts smaller, he'll straight away stop. No kidding okay. I tried it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Eh, why you smoking la wei? It's bad for your health. You wanna die early is it?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Ala, Tasya, if I die early it's fate. So don't care lorh.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Quiet for a moment*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'You know or not that if you keep smoking your coconuts will become small?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'OMG. SHIT! Really??!' *Straight away stubs out cigarette*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously la you guys. You REALLY have to sort out your priorities. Haha. I couldn't believe that my friend gives a bigger priority to the size of his nuts than to his health. Haiyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright back to the subject! Lol. Adults should stop acting so damned righteous. Just cos you are older doesn't mean you can get away with things. It's just that since you are old and wrinkly that we take pity on you and shut our mouths. Kidding kidding! It's just out of (forced) respect that we keep quiet. Oh well, I do admit that there are some of us teenagers that rebel and think the world of themselves. Lol. &gt;_&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;End of a really angsty post. ;)&lt;/div&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/6024061067286867982-2276891563872455604?l=snowdropheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2276891563872455604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024061067286867982&amp;postID=2276891563872455604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/2276891563872455604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/2276891563872455604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-adults-are-total-hypocrites.html' title='Some adults are total hypocrites'/><author><name>Snowdrop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06132566548308951021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_607E3FZ3ftY/R3Du6pbq2qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hd9NpHQmBXw/S220/l_0684c0c1171186d27b4c17c63fcd188b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024061067286867982.post-280848323329505576</id><published>2007-12-25T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:45:10.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Relationships'/><title type='text'>Missing You Deeply</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 days since we've spoken. We've only spoken once this whole week due to phone problems. Omg. I'm missing you like crazy. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With every blowing wind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It whispers your name to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sending shivers down my spine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing with every step I take that by my side, you will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun; orange,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the orange rose given in March, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my heart I shall carry you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet, caring, loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The necklace of January,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glitters in the light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always worn lovingly around thy lady's neck,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As it reminded of you day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish you were here. :(&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/6024061067286867982-280848323329505576?l=snowdropheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/feeds/280848323329505576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024061067286867982&amp;postID=280848323329505576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/280848323329505576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/280848323329505576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/missing-you-deeply.html' title='Missing You Deeply'/><author><name>Snowdrop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06132566548308951021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_607E3FZ3ftY/R3Du6pbq2qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hd9NpHQmBXw/S220/l_0684c0c1171186d27b4c17c63fcd188b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024061067286867982.post-6964879020002608557</id><published>2007-12-24T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:28:59.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Intro</title><content type='html'>Hey. You may call me Natasha. And welcome to my blog ;) There's nothing special about me. I'm just your normal average (and sometimes angsty) girl. I'm currently 16 and I'm going to be in Form 5 next year. I'll be facing my dreaded SPM. Die die die. Haha. There's definitely going to be a lot of tension next year. You can count on it. :) Anyways, I'd like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024061067286867982-6964879020002608557?l=snowdropheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6964879020002608557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024061067286867982&amp;postID=6964879020002608557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/6964879020002608557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/6964879020002608557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/short-intro.html' title='Short Intro'/><author><name>Snowdrop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06132566548308951021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_607E3FZ3ftY/R3Du6pbq2qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hd9NpHQmBXw/S220/l_0684c0c1171186d27b4c17c63fcd188b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024061067286867982.post-8803212106842404740</id><published>2007-12-24T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T04:34:55.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Relationships'/><title type='text'>Please tell me, who agrees with this girl? I DO!</title><content type='html'>Recently I was surfing the net and I came across a blog written by this one girl. I won't mention who she is. But what she has written, I can totally relate with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hate guys that take their girlfriend's loyalty for granted. Take her for granted. Then when her back is turned, you cheat on her with some random bitch. But, hypocrisy rises its ugly head when your girlfriend merely talks to a guy and already you are pissed. Like wtf man? You know what, what goes around comes around. You may be enjoying yourselves now but one day when you meet a girl tht you really2 love, she will do the exact things that you hve done to your exes in the past. And it will hurt like shit. Trust me. And your exes? They will smile and applaud your newly appointed girlfriend a good job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've written here does not have anything to do with anyone. It's just that I recently heard a story about this and it has sent my blood boiling. I mean, what gives them the right? I'm not saying that all guys do this. Of course there are decent men out there. But to the ones that are doing this shit to your girlfriend, you are an ass and you should stop what you are doing right now. If you treasure the relationship, try and save it instead of going around screwing other girls. If you don't love your girlfriend anymore, break it off. I think she'd like it better if you both broke up instead of being together with you going off behind her back with some other girl.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls. You understand what I'm getting at aite? I mean, why on earth do SOME guys want to have girlfriends but at the same time, they wanna screw other girls? Like wtf. I just don't understand it. Why would a person get into a relationship in the first if he still wanted to play the field?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img525.imageshack.us/img525/7755/1513980494704aa3d87cpx9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope he brushed his teeth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to just stay single right? You can be single and you can still play the field. And there are some guys that I just don't understand. They claim that they love their girlfriend and yet they still carry on breaking her heart by screwing other girls. I mean, if you really loved her, you would have thought about her feelings. How she would feel. But no... They just follow their 'breeding instincts'. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/1893/23283042on1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You talking to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I know everyone makes mistakes. But some mistakes (especially ones like this) can really damage a relationship. I know lah that some guys love the image of having two girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/7097/ist23714220twingirlskiszv8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow. That looks fun. Haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in reality, if guys do that. Sure &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/5333/punchlikeagirlsa9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wah lau. Can die one. Haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Especially nowadays. Girls nowadays arent't like before who just sit in the corner quietly and smile. Girls nowadays are more aggressive. Have you heard about this woman who found out that her husband was cheating on her, wah, straight she cut his thing off okay. If I was a guy, I would be damn scared and think twice before even hurting my girlfriend's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm not saying all guys are like this. There are nice, loyal, sweet guys out there. I'm just talking about this particular breed of men. Because they really piss me off. But I do not deny that yes, there ARE girls like this too. So please don't get the wrong idea, alright?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024061067286867982-8803212106842404740?l=snowdropheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8803212106842404740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024061067286867982&amp;postID=8803212106842404740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/8803212106842404740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024061067286867982/posts/default/8803212106842404740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdropheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/please-tell-me-who-agrees-with-this.html' title='Please tell me, who agrees with this girl? I DO!'/><author><name>Snowdrop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06132566548308951021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_607E3FZ3ftY/R3Du6pbq2qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hd9NpHQmBXw/S220/l_0684c0c1171186d27b4c17c63fcd188b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
