<?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-5066569722691554078</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:34:53.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oranda</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066569722691554078.post-5926939849879518169</id><published>2010-03-06T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T10:01:18.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had cheer prac yest and its just the  beggiing of the cheer practice and  my classmates are already starlted to fight..like wht the hell...if you have an agreement cant you guys just understand each other better and just move on..isnt i a better choice rater hat sulking and in the end you are not contributing...like wht the hell sei they are trying to do?like that than might as well you donnt come...hahaha..argh and then the ..... keeps  talking and talking then he askingus to work when he  keeps talking to us get on my nerve sei uus...some say we mght not win ...is winning all that they can think off?what abt theamworking and just to enjoy some last moments of yourlife planning somthbg that can have some thing to remember when we left school...so wht is wrong if we lose..the key is to have fun..and i dun get very much of that...so whtever,...fight aalll you want..indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-5926939849879518169?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/5926939849879518169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=5926939849879518169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/5926939849879518169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/5926939849879518169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-cheer-prac-yest-and-its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-6109962461425580208</id><published>2010-03-06T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:53:13.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>after such a long tyme, i am finally blogging..hough i dunno hw long it might last..

i have no idea wht the k hottest is tryng to say...and i have no idea wht to say...pls la w are talking abt respescting jaebom's farewell an mnove on...eventhough  they might have lied about jaebom's possible reason as a hottest you support the entire 2pm and not just suppot jaebom but like actually support the group as a whole..what the khotest did abt leaking the photos of their bad doings is just nonsense...don't tell me thats the bes they can do...thiigs like that a lots of youngster is allso doing why are they being so narrow minded abt the whole situation..tthey could have bamed jyp wht..and just becus 2 pm said such thing abt jaebom..ok it might be a little evil and overboard but they also felt betrayed by someone they ook up as a leader and so it is expected that they would be angry...so wht is the msg that khhottest is trying to sy to internaltional hottest?tey are  each talking abt  different stuff..if i were to say something read the sources back to where the problem first started...then i would have accepted wht khottest is yring to say to international hottest..that is al that i feel..

indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-6109962461425580208?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/6109962461425580208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=6109962461425580208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/6109962461425580208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/6109962461425580208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2010/03/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-3132077957187095316</id><published>2009-12-11T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:39:43.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a long tyem since i last posted..&lt;div&gt;hahahx...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well this hols didnt do anything much just some work and going to band councillor investiture and things like that preety boring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then my grandma got admitted...i hope she's feeling fine cause she's kinda secretive with thing especially the ones that she knows might make her go to the hosp...agn...i hope not...cause nw the hosp system is like....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm tired right nw..want to sleep but am waiting for something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after this i want to go and sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh forgot to mention that i'm going KOREAN CONCERT today...hhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so excited...cnnt wait....
i'm gg to take lots of photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well till then i hope veryone's safe and they are having good night dreams right nw...please protct them from any harm and i love you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these words i wanted to say to ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think will never happen but i'll say it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oppa~saranghae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hearts and kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-3132077957187095316?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/3132077957187095316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=3132077957187095316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/3132077957187095316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/3132077957187095316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-long-tyem-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-8989960574753945692</id><published>2009-09-26T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:56:31.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid idiot...
stupid guy in msn ask me to chat horny!!!!!
wtf..i was so pissed...stupid fucker!!!!
he shud die ar i tell you...
desperados...
think every1 like him ar....crazy...
tell me he frm simei ite smmore...
immature ppl..
GO AND DIE LA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-8989960574753945692?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/8989960574753945692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=8989960574753945692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8989960574753945692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8989960574753945692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/09/stupid-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-334710041588443509</id><published>2009-08-14T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:53:06.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bullshit la..
if you never ask qn of course a teacher won't answer la...
then when teacher nvr go thru you scold the teacher...wtf...
wht u need special treatment is it...




you are depending on other teachers rite...
you think they are better rite...then go to them and stop complaining....

if other ppl is shy then they have friends what...so why are you so worried

when ppl criticise the teacher you like you will get angry but if you knoe and understand the way that teacher teach is like that then as a student go and ask la...


stop acting like a small kid that need to be spoon feed all the tyme...you think he got all the time in the world to entertain all qn is it?




since you dun like hym then get lost and go to other teacher la....end of story...




...indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-334710041588443509?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/334710041588443509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=334710041588443509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/334710041588443509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/334710041588443509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/08/bullshit-la.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-6146402522460317143</id><published>2009-08-14T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:43:39.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling very different nw a days....
i'm getting pissed at myself for this...i don't know what to do...





had prelims was  ok...my brain feel like cracking man..





whatver really..












i dun give a damn to myself.............




i'm so sorry for craping...
fine i'll stop...
indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-6146402522460317143?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/6146402522460317143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=6146402522460317143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/6146402522460317143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/6146402522460317143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-very-different-nw-days.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-9119812336587806942</id><published>2009-07-15T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:58:15.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really dun understand one thing abt my  sister, younger sister, she is always try to make a scene and its really getting on my nerve, she may be attracting attention, but she is not making it any easier for my mom....even if she doesnt has a heart, she shud at least stop being so bitchy...i really dun wanna sae that but i think that she doesnt get the point she always say that she hate bitches hu attract attention...but by doing wht she does doesn that make her a bigger bitch than them?cant stand it... indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-9119812336587806942?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/9119812336587806942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=9119812336587806942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/9119812336587806942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/9119812336587806942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-dun-understand-one-thing-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-4042692585590661407</id><published>2009-07-15T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:54:17.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saying my toughts:

i think that most singaporeans have no sense of originality on their own, they do what other ppl do...correction, they love to do wht otheres do...they might think that its cool, but however, i think that doing wht otheres do is not even style, yes they try to be different, but is by doing what other people do makes them stylish....? yes they might but does that make them different?
to me they are all seeking attention...whats the difference?is there a difference or any other reason?cause i really dun understand whts so good abt being different and attract attention?
indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-4042692585590661407?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/4042692585590661407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=4042692585590661407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/4042692585590661407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/4042692585590661407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/saying-my-toughts-i-think-that-most.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-2491792367215706720</id><published>2009-07-15T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:47:21.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you make me smile,
you make me laugh,
and when i'm happy its because of you,
and when i'm sad its because of you,
you are like an air to me,
when you are gone without warning,
i was breatheless,
i was dead,
becasue without my air,
i wouldn't be able to survive....
just like what you are doing to me now...






hws my poetry writing?hahax..

indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-2491792367215706720?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/2491792367215706720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=2491792367215706720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/2491792367215706720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/2491792367215706720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-make-me-smile-you-make-me-laugh-and.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-3942105156985639673</id><published>2009-07-04T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:22:48.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friend  that have made me happy:
dian, eza, farhana, doda, fiidi, riz, shad, arjay, fazi, cher li, maynerd, afiq, faruq, sejay, fiona, shu hui, corny, fathima, shenaz, jubir, lucas, adam, laura, lisa, liana, aiman, sharizan, dzul, zahin, jamal, hiqal, shirazi, shamni, santia, vanessa, liani, md noor, nash, sakthish, pravin,watie, fizah, jun lin, wei song, mr quek, mr ongCF, mrs chia, ms lau, mr rudy, hubert, yong tuck, fila, jocelyn, nicholas, kelvin, wei shi, xin yu, shakti, kumaresh, rubern, iskandar, amirah, sufi, amalina, shira, thomas,my nco friends, my band mates, my class mates, my jjc camp mates, my nyaa camp friends, marcus, irsyad,hanisah, farzanah, fareha, neesha, fatin, my primary school friends, my religious class friends, jonathan, lingaraj, amaran , gay ying, cui xin, jennifer, xue qi, my kindergardent friend , my aunts, my uncle, my sisters, my parents my grandparents, my every1 .....and so on...





ppl whom i knoe...there are too many for me to list...



i would like to say thatnk you to all the people that have entered into my life, even though its for a dae, for a sec, you have touched my life with that face and heart of yours...those whom i have not mention, i'm so sorry...you have too a place in my heart...indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-3942105156985639673?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/3942105156985639673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=3942105156985639673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/3942105156985639673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/3942105156985639673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/friend-that-have-made-me-happy-dian-eza.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-6856413664265932652</id><published>2009-07-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:10:39.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i'm hurt, i would like to have my friends beside me,
when i'm happy, i want to share it with my friends,
when i feel on top of the world, i want my friends to see that,
because when i have good friend, its hard to let go, they are the ones that i will eventually go to when i need help....
and for the very simple reason that i love them.





to me that power of friendship alone is enough to take you to the whole world...
to me that is friendship, when they are there regardless whether they are hapy to do it or thay are reluctant to do it,

because in the end of the day, you will understand the happyness of doing it.



indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-6856413664265932652?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/6856413664265932652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=6856413664265932652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/6856413664265932652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/6856413664265932652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-im-hurt-i-would-like-to-have-my.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-7304232253731337598</id><published>2009-07-04T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:02:40.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you can choose between someone hu is ur true love and between friendship what will you choose?




this true love, if you lose it, it may never come back, and this friendship, it may never last long...
if this is the case,

wht will you cjhoose?
indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-7304232253731337598?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/7304232253731337598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=7304232253731337598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7304232253731337598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7304232253731337598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-can-choose-between-someone-hu-is.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-3943669391507375394</id><published>2009-07-04T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:58:22.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you are cryung he's the one hu wipe it for you..
when you're happy it will be ecause he makes you feel the oy,
when you're nervous,
its because he's alwaes there to make you feel that way,
when you are feeling tipsy, he's alwaes there to make sure you
re safe,,,
when you are feeling emotionless, he's alwaes there to bring you back.



but it doesn't mean that this person is the right one for you...indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-3943669391507375394?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/3943669391507375394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=3943669391507375394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/3943669391507375394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/3943669391507375394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-you-are-cryung-hes-one-hu-wipe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-7844239999169131229</id><published>2009-07-04T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:55:27.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love is like air,
you may think that she\he's the one for you,
sometime you're right,
sometime it may just be a breeze that
you mistaken as your air.....







but no matter wht...when you meet you air never let go...cause sometime its right in front of you and you just let it pass...indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-7844239999169131229?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/7844239999169131229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=7844239999169131229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7844239999169131229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7844239999169131229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-like-air-you-may-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-1271385728288905991</id><published>2009-07-04T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:53:33.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i may not be able to be right beside you
where i want too...
but wht i will alwaes do is see you from afar and
accept you as you are
no matter wht ppl say abt you,
even if i dun get you doesn't mean i cnnt see ya..



indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-1271385728288905991?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/1271385728288905991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=1271385728288905991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/1271385728288905991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/1271385728288905991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-may-not-be-able-to-be-right-beside.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-7384036408859957504</id><published>2009-07-04T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:37:54.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ppl if you r reading all of this are just random thing...
some of it is hw i feel...
i feel so bored...its ok if you want to say its lame shit...



cause i'll understand....indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-7384036408859957504?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/7384036408859957504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=7384036408859957504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7384036408859957504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7384036408859957504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/ppl-if-you-r-reading-all-of-this-are.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-5950544381184107749</id><published>2009-07-04T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:36:49.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever wonder wht you are going to do in life?

have you ever wonder wht ight happen to you if you lied to yourself?

have you ever wonder abt the things that makes you happy?

have you ever  wonder wht are the things that makes you sad?

have you ever wonder...did you ever regret living ur life the way it is nw...



because if you haven't better do nw...



b4 its too late and you'll regret it...




by then you will be like .....




indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-5950544381184107749?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/5950544381184107749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=5950544381184107749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/5950544381184107749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/5950544381184107749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-ever-wonder-wht-you-are-going.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-8808277591516682718</id><published>2009-07-04T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:29:41.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wondering  y the sky are blue when they can be in lots of diff colour....









about when am i going to be able to see the person
whom i missed most...no matter hu they r..



















abt what am i doing in this pathetic life of mind...






















abt what are the things that i want to do...
wht do i have to offer to myself instead of to someone else..



indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-8808277591516682718?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/8808277591516682718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=8808277591516682718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8808277591516682718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8808277591516682718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/wondering-y-sky-are-blue-when-they-can.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-1230116807300522310</id><published>2009-07-04T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:18:18.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the right thing is
to do things
that you think is wrong....












to do the wrong thing is
to do things that you think is harmless...










to hate a person is to
ignore the person...
















to love a person
is to confess....






indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-1230116807300522310?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/1230116807300522310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=1230116807300522310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/1230116807300522310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/1230116807300522310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/right-thing-is-to-do-things-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-528130373805774541</id><published>2009-07-04T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:16:04.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is changes good or bad?
good- because if thats hu you r and want to be
bad- because people might hate you and tats nt hu u are..




is different good or bad?
good- because you stand out
bad- because you're attracting attention...






is being sad good or bad?
good- you r letting your emotions out..
bad- afferct your surrounding..


indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-528130373805774541?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/528130373805774541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=528130373805774541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/528130373805774541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/528130373805774541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-changes-good-or-bad-good-because-if.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-8102217959000067214</id><published>2009-07-04T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:12:53.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y are there neutral feelings...
because if every 1 has feeling, then hu will understand them...


i wanna be so emotionless ryte nw cause i feel so sad....











y are there angry ppl?

because if there isn,
when r u gg to learnt your mistake...













if there's a mountain ryte nw,
i would climb it, nt to jump down and kill myself but
to sream as loud as possible...



indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-8102217959000067214?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/8102217959000067214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=8102217959000067214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8102217959000067214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8102217959000067214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/y-are-there-neutral-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-6547701033037067837</id><published>2009-07-04T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:08:48.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y are there stars and moon...thats because they are different but they are the same...
y?



because e humans look up to see them...




y are there you and me...
because if there isn't,









y would there be humans...
















i understand y there's a need to love,
because if there wasn't,
you will be long left by your parents..









indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-6547701033037067837?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/6547701033037067837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=6547701033037067837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/6547701033037067837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/6547701033037067837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/y-are-there-stars-and-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-7414074203997317728</id><published>2009-07-04T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:05:36.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometime i understand y you are happy but most of the time i dun understand y you act that way...






you took my attention from everyone else....
i understood you were different but i refuse to believe that you r nt human..





because for a simple fact that i know that is not hu you are...




lve your life to the fullest cause you knoe you'r going to only live it once...indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-7414074203997317728?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/7414074203997317728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=7414074203997317728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7414074203997317728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7414074203997317728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometime-i-understand-y-you-are-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-5289232676130455142</id><published>2009-07-04T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:02:12.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometime i think y 2 is a perfect number...

its because, 3 is too much and 1 is too little...




sometime i get y you are at the top and i'm at the bottom...

its because i'm afraid to make the first move....


indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-5289232676130455142?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/5289232676130455142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=5289232676130455142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/5289232676130455142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/5289232676130455142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometime-i-think-y-2-is-perfect-number.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-9182046952627848483</id><published>2009-07-04T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T06:59:45.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i look at you, i'm remembered of the past...
the innocent face,
the beautiful smile,
hw we used to get along,
and hw much you hurt me....

and hw sometime i wish i could turn back time and tell you what i couldn't say to you back then..indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-9182046952627848483?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/9182046952627848483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=9182046952627848483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/9182046952627848483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/9182046952627848483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-look-at-you-im-remembered-of.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-5399104792960434227</id><published>2009-06-25T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:10:43.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tought i mastered the skills of making paper crane...and nw i'm at home trying to figure out the right way of making paper crane...argh i can't seem too get it right.. ...911 emergancy!!!!


help me...i'm suppose to teach teachers..


dead..indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-5399104792960434227?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/5399104792960434227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=5399104792960434227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/5399104792960434227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/5399104792960434227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-tought-i-mastered-skills-of-making.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-5719102074204473687</id><published>2009-06-25T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:08:57.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suprise!!!</title><content type='html'>today i was late for the northwest cdc meeting...n i tought 2dae was the worst dae of my life but then in the end after the meeting i took the lift dwn and when i walk out i tought i say mar...and i tought it was my imagination...but it was true...hahax...so we stand side by side at the traffic light..i tought i was gg to die..but  didn't happen...





anyways i need help in doing crane paper..indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-5719102074204473687?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/5719102074204473687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=5719102074204473687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/5719102074204473687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/5719102074204473687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/06/suprise.html' title='suprise!!!'/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-7488215059319961894</id><published>2009-05-25T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:35:48.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling so bummed up man...argh..


wht i think i need:
1) sort out wht i want to achieve in my life...
2) need to find out who am i..
3) think wht is important for me?..
4) I NEED A LIFE....
5) i need to make myself happier...
6) need to be less serious...
7) learn to enjoy life...






















guess i gt a lot on this senseless brain of mine..hahax..
ciao
indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-7488215059319961894?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/7488215059319961894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=7488215059319961894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7488215059319961894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7488215059319961894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-feeling-so-bummed-up-man.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-7668722809929980127</id><published>2009-05-14T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:41:45.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-55d2348dac4f40a6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that is hw thin she is to squeezeeee her way through that small space..miracle...hahahx..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;indah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-7668722809929980127?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=55d2348dac4f40a6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/7668722809929980127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=7668722809929980127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7668722809929980127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7668722809929980127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-is-hw-thin-she-is-to-squeezeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-4134697952475692802</id><published>2009-05-14T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:23:34.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a6feae0304906612" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i noe u guys are gonna laugh your ass off...just don't..hahax...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sincerly from&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;indah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-4134697952475692802?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a6feae0304906612&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/4134697952475692802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=4134697952475692802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/4134697952475692802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/4134697952475692802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-noe-u-guys-are-gonna-laugh-your-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-6259902461506412188</id><published>2009-05-14T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:11:44.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>indah
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 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is us playing ard..when we are suppose to take a break..hahax..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-6259902461506412188?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=24f9d8335dfa365c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/6259902461506412188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=6259902461506412188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/6259902461506412188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/6259902461506412188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/05/indah-this-is-us-playing-ard.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-2327267534851349922</id><published>2009-05-05T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:11:34.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been quite a while and i kind of miss my band members...after all they were kind of a part of me, no matter hw angry i am with them its them i feel comfotable with in the end of the day...i guess thats bcause they dont judge, and they accept u for hu you are...when we are together, we are like one and it feels so united...                                                                                                                                                           
                                                                                                                                                                     









and thats a different kind of feeling, i miss them so badly..its just hard when smth you love, you have to letgo...but i'll be visiting if i'm free, that i promiss...






















well till then i just have to wait...indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-2327267534851349922?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/2327267534851349922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=2327267534851349922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/2327267534851349922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/2327267534851349922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-quite-while-and-i-kind-of-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-8558684877152354243</id><published>2009-05-05T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T03:48:55.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg..</title><content type='html'>tommorow is exam and i'm nt that sure whether i'm even ready for the examanations..and its only mid year..think i've been slacking too much this day...i even got teachers complaining abt me...well i guess im better off when im a councillor if teachers are like that...















but most of the teachers expectation for me is too high..yes i've been droping in therms of my results but they have to remember that they are adding on to the sub and i've just been laid back lately...don't know why..but im nt just in the mood...



















this year is important and i want to work hard!!!i noe i CAN do it if i want to...nothing is too difficult they are just excuses...






well then...



signing off...














indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-8558684877152354243?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/8558684877152354243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=8558684877152354243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8558684877152354243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8558684877152354243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg.html' title='omg..'/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-319854212649859310</id><published>2009-04-26T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T07:21:37.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the irritating relief teacher..</title><content type='html'>he's so call "hot"to be a teacher..well that was b4 we (me and my bestie)actually knew him...well it turns out that he is irritating as ever..like my worst nightmare...













nw when he steps in our classroom, i feel like kicking him out of the class....


















hw could a teacher be so irritating..???then act like mr know-it-all..... what the fish..he's irritating and hu ever calls him "hot"will regret after having him to teach you..REALLY..





















well signing off...indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-319854212649859310?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/319854212649859310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=319854212649859310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/319854212649859310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/319854212649859310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/04/irritating-relief-teacher.html' title='the irritating relief teacher..'/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-8194122016224285422</id><published>2009-04-18T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:01:04.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fast fact about me:
1) i looveee my mickey..no matter wht he is..hehe..
2) i am boreddd...
3) i kind offf miss my juniors..




thats all ppl..hehe.i'm signing off then...
ciao..



















&lt;div align="justify"&gt;indah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-8194122016224285422?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/8194122016224285422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=8194122016224285422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8194122016224285422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8194122016224285422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/04/fast-fact-about-me-1-i-looveee-my.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-2650456634515011395</id><published>2009-04-18T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T05:56:07.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lesson, lesson.lesson and more lesson..hehe..i'm getting sick of them..


















bt well that is expected..





















we're having POP on the 28..i cnnt wait..hehe..




























hmm..i saw mickey agn..and he's so cute...hehe..
cnnt keep looking at him..he is so adorable..


but enuf bout it...













i'm so bored..hehe..indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-2650456634515011395?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/2650456634515011395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=2650456634515011395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/2650456634515011395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/2650456634515011395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/04/lesson-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-3530222444190740699</id><published>2009-04-11T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:07:00.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lost my camera...hahax..very sad.. some more got pop photos..and like the syf photos inside lei...






i'm am so dead cause i need to do powerpoint slide and everything... and nw i got to use the old photos...






and pictures of the seniors...argh...and the outing that we went as a family with my uncle and all...


















we haven't saved it yet...
























i feel so sad....:(



































indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-3530222444190740699?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/3530222444190740699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=3530222444190740699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/3530222444190740699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/3530222444190740699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-my-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-7205060906237067151</id><published>2009-04-10T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T06:53:04.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so happy..yest me and izzah





were sitting at starbucks and you know hu i say..my mr handsome guy...hahaex...then going back i saw hym taking photo ...he look so damn cute...his eyes....hahax..adorable..









well i guess i cn never have enuf of hym...



















indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-7205060906237067151?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/7205060906237067151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=7205060906237067151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7205060906237067151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/7205060906237067151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-8869856546729295525</id><published>2009-03-23T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:26:39.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guys are bustards and thats a fact..</title><content type='html'>guys are so irritating sometimes..talk abt monkey love..argh..sometime i just feel like killing all bustards in the world.. do they have to be so evil???







if they nt happy can talk nicely wht..they don't have to be so mean and just treat that the girls feeling is nothing..that is just so plain rude..if only 1 dae i cn really kill them..wht they think that without them all girls are just ssome desperate pathetic losser???


















guess wht we think that its the opposite way..guys are pathetic desperados without us and to think that they don't treasure us?wht kind of crap is that..wht once u had ur fun u cn just leave us..???that so low man..i wish sometime 1 dae guys had to swap places and feel wht we feel but not being a sexual biase here, i think that girls are some lay low ppl..hw cn they just surrender to guys like we're some piece of crap..























we let them take advantage of us and thats when we tend to hurt ourself..my advice to you is that not to geet into a relationship if ur nt serious bout it cause at this age guys just want to explore...and if u get into their trap that mightt be the end for u..
















well not saying all guys are bad.. fair population of the guys are good and some aar just wannabe..and sometime we can't blame them cause they are just an immature buch of kids..so..things ar not as easy to spell out..



























but cm on breaking other ppl hearts???cm on thats just plain cruel..do you know that it takes years b4 a girl cn regain their happiness once more..?and it will leave scars..not that it doesn't matter to guys, some guys are the same to they feel sad when they are being left by a women, but wht really matters is that we learn to tackle the problem..



















think ppl..cm on wht is more important, thhat unworthy relationship or yourself and ur future?i just think that this problem just take time and it isn't easy to deal with but cm on GIRLS..prove the GUYS that they are wrong..and WITHOUT thwm we cn still live and it doesn't mean the end of the world..























(don't take me wrong this is for most guys but i'm glad that there are good guys in the world..and if u 'terase' i'm sorry but its not my fault..)























with love,






















indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-8869856546729295525?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/8869856546729295525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=8869856546729295525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8869856546729295525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8869856546729295525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/03/guys-are-bustards-and-thats-fact.html' title='guys are bustards and thats a fact..'/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-1132604062321387405</id><published>2009-03-18T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:40:09.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession of my love story..</title><content type='html'>i cannot sae that i no longer like you anymore..cause you re like an addiction to me..













even though you shud mean less to me nw, it still doeesn't change the way that i feel about you....















i still steal glances without u knowing...or anyy1  noticing till nw.. i think.
























without any reason, i neeeded to see you..













bt am i in the wrong for liking and admiring another person when i'm sure that my heart still belongs to you???



















in silence i felt hurt..bt i just bare with it..for a long tyme nw..

















i feel so pathetic but there's nothing i cn do abt it..
















even though i'm confusee i still noe wht i admire and wht i love..























i still after all this years love you..but i'm just to hurt to accept that fact..



















indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-1132604062321387405?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/1132604062321387405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=1132604062321387405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/1132604062321387405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/1132604062321387405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/03/confession-of-my-love-story.html' title='confession of my love story..'/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-3949358617903632362</id><published>2009-03-18T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:33:38.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>defination of love..just for fun..</title><content type='html'>you knoe you love some1




when no matter howmuch you fight, you alwaes make up.







no matter hw mad they make you, you can't help but ove them anyway..
















and no matter how hard you try....

























its impossible to live wwithout them....


















indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-3949358617903632362?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/3949358617903632362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=3949358617903632362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/3949358617903632362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/3949358617903632362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/03/defination-of-lovejust-for-fun.html' title='defination of love..just for fun..'/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-5611913513588612588</id><published>2009-02-25T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T03:29:40.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whts up with you ppl</title><content type='html'>ok ppl whts up with you ppl..i know that the situation is kinnd of tense but i think that you guys shud behave like some sec 4 nt like a binch of primary school kid..its a fact that you guys put a lot of effort in designing the shirt but you guys never took the initiative to show us ur design the we could vote but i think that its good enuf that you guys did ur best..i know both prties tried hard and i think that its just an event that we're attending once and if this is the type of att that you're showing it wouldn't be a nice memory for u to remember, i think that you guys should understand the situation, give in and gain some respect at least for urself, this might be the last tyme that u guys are doing this thing so i hope that we'll all have a nice memories to remember

















seriously i think its just not worth it that you guys are fighting, after all i kind of miss every1 being so happy and disturbing each other...i hope that you guys will understand the situation, give in and just trust each other..this is like my wish i hope it'll cm true..

kind of miss the 4e that i knew....indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-5611913513588612588?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/5611913513588612588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=5611913513588612588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/5611913513588612588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/5611913513588612588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/02/whts-up-with-you-ppl.html' title='whts up with you ppl'/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-8745482617553945216</id><published>2009-02-17T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:52:20.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>english lesson..wa liao lei..i cnnt take this man..its killing me!!!










he's focusing on things that he should't lorhss...wth????*pissed off*


make my blood boil..hw cn one of my friends go gaga over hym???? *bluek*
no offense there...










if this whole year this is going on..i rather have myself kill man!!!










where are the good teachers in the world...










hmmm...aht if suddenly he read this??? *whistling* hu cares!!
hahax..jkjk..well never really think..*laughing*












indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-8745482617553945216?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/8745482617553945216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=8745482617553945216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8745482617553945216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8745482617553945216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/02/english-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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-5066569722691554078.post-8653277576651124937</id><published>2009-02-17T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:35:35.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for a friend and a bro..here's for you...</title><content type='html'>i know wht you are feeling ryte nw..
i know that it wasn't easy..she gave you hope i get it...but i think that you will learn smth and not to do it agn in the future..chill aites..






















you have done nth wrong to deserve that..well move on..i'm sure there are sm 1 better than that..well at least i think that you deserve sm1 better than her..well all the best...chill aites..















indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066569722691554078-8653277576651124937?l=blurely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/feeds/8653277576651124937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066569722691554078&amp;postID=8653277576651124937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8653277576651124937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066569722691554078/posts/default/8653277576651124937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurely.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-friend-and-broheres-for-you.html' title='for a friend and a bro..here&apos;s for you...'/><author><name>oranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862541316835087999</uri><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></feed>
