<?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-5941396</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:22:38.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*punkrockprincess*~</title><subtitle type='html'>what a babe!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-107141896209461445</id><published>2003-12-15T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T00:22:55.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAPAPAMPAM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-107141896209461445?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107141896209461445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107141896209461445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107141896209461445' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-107141875140154173</id><published>2003-12-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T00:19:24.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! CHOLLY CHOLLY MELANCHOLY. TRALALALALALALALA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-107141875140154173?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107141875140154173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107141875140154173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107141875140154173' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-107141837634399867</id><published>2003-12-15T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T00:13:09.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! LALALALALALALALA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-107141837634399867?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107141837634399867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107141837634399867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107141837634399867' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-107140100487884515</id><published>2003-12-14T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T19:23:38.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C-O-M-P-L-I-C-A-T-E-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-107140100487884515?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107140100487884515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107140100487884515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107140100487884515' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-107140040466127611</id><published>2003-12-14T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T19:13:38.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- Workin' It Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Drag My Feet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just feel like draggin my feet&lt;br /&gt;too afraid to face all those pressure&lt;br /&gt;falling on me.&lt;br /&gt;it's so difficult for me to work things out&lt;br /&gt;especially when &lt;em&gt;i think &lt;/em&gt;that i'm in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't wanna give up.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel so much pain in me.&lt;br /&gt;everything i do is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;wadeva i say is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;how can i have that confidence in me to live on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whether i should stick to my old&lt;br /&gt;rusty life or should i try something new.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, everyone wants something new.&lt;br /&gt;but u see, the problem is, i can't bear to part with&lt;br /&gt;all those memories i had in the past.&lt;br /&gt;i can't bear to leave &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. now u get the gist of what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is i'm in love. &lt;br /&gt;but with whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, i'm not gonna get that in detail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i analyse or go myself for a test?&lt;br /&gt;i need a mind and heart therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF&lt;/em&gt; there is such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, somethin major happened.&lt;br /&gt;maybe major to me.&lt;br /&gt;but not sure about others.&lt;br /&gt;so the thing is, i don't know which one to trust.&lt;br /&gt;i know its really complicated.&lt;br /&gt;thats the way i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;PLAIN COMPLICATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the way i feel.&lt;br /&gt;my gun is love.&lt;br /&gt;shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-107140040466127611?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107140040466127611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107140040466127611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107140040466127611' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-107133974215061540</id><published>2003-12-14T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T02:32:57.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/051.JPG" width="218" height="160" alt="nurulpic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a piccy of me. U-G-L-Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/Nurul87.JPG" width="218" height="160" alt="nurulpic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/Cutie.JPG" width="218" height="160" alt="nurulpic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr??? wad was that suppose to mean???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-107133974215061540?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107133974215061540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107133974215061540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107133974215061540' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-107133915122021025</id><published>2003-12-14T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T02:12:44.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- Seniorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Angel who can't pronounce "R"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from camp!!!&lt;br /&gt;actually it was like a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;hahaz. it was the best of the best man!&lt;br /&gt;made lotsa frens and i love em!!&lt;br /&gt;they're the coolest bunch of crappos i met on earth.&lt;br /&gt;they're soo fun to be with!&lt;br /&gt;CHIHUAHUA was my group's name &lt;br /&gt;and we won the BEST GROUP!&lt;br /&gt;wad else can i say about it?&lt;br /&gt;played with mud.&lt;br /&gt;broke my nails.&lt;br /&gt;tasteless food which taste like shit.&lt;br /&gt;who cares? at least they filled my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;i simply love the camp.&lt;br /&gt;the best.&lt;br /&gt;it came out on the newpaper and make&lt;br /&gt;it sound so noble. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;cool people too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite...enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;nothin to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know. haven't been bloggin&lt;br /&gt;for like the pass 2 weeks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;i miss bloggin ya noe...&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, can't wait to go out with&lt;br /&gt;my campin new friends.&lt;br /&gt;YEAHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;yay*&lt;br /&gt;and syadie, i'm not in love.&lt;br /&gt;i've not fallen in love with anybody.&lt;br /&gt;and amir, i miss not seein ya my cousiny.&lt;br /&gt;and who else?&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say, I LOVE THE CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it. i love it. &lt;br /&gt;i've been receiving lotsa mails.&lt;br /&gt;lotsa ppl requesting for frens in friendster.&lt;br /&gt;and gosh... lots more.&lt;br /&gt;wadeva it is.&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg now. love ya people.&lt;br /&gt;be glad that i blogged!&lt;br /&gt;gonna blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;ta-ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-107133915122021025?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107133915122021025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107133915122021025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107133915122021025' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-107026698953282894</id><published>2003-12-01T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T16:26:48.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- The Voice Within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Is This Life?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, life's quite tough.&lt;br /&gt;Rite now, i have sorta family problems.&lt;br /&gt;Although it doesn't really involves me,&lt;br /&gt;i really feel so stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;I Wonder when i can just get out&lt;br /&gt;of this stressed up reality and lead back&lt;br /&gt;my happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Didn't get to sleep yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and around 5 am, Kevin called.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't pick up, my dad did&lt;br /&gt;but he hanged up.&lt;br /&gt;So i called him in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;asking kevin wad he wants from me.&lt;br /&gt;I know, by the tone of his voice, he is&lt;br /&gt;quite stressed up and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I wish i could help him.&lt;br /&gt;What his is mine too. Well, USED TO.&lt;br /&gt;but now it's not.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't mind&lt;br /&gt;helping him as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i still love him.&lt;br /&gt;a lot. &lt;br /&gt;i can't deny my love for him.&lt;br /&gt;i miss him truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me out.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know how to respond coz&lt;br /&gt;all these while, i have been the one&lt;br /&gt;dying wanting to see him.&lt;br /&gt;but now, its him who wants me to see him.&lt;br /&gt;i want to.&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;but i just don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny that u can get so close to a &lt;br /&gt;person&lt;br /&gt;but after months of not being with them,&lt;br /&gt;u'll feel uncomfortable around them.&lt;br /&gt;Still, i don't even know whether he's serious&lt;br /&gt;in meeting me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's just kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just hope things will work out&lt;br /&gt;fine with me and him&lt;br /&gt;and it'll get back to normal soon.&lt;br /&gt;I Wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo`NuruL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a piccy of me. BLEAHZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/metoo.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="babez"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-107026698953282894?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107026698953282894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107026698953282894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107026698953282894' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-107020364420371995</id><published>2003-11-30T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T22:47:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- Stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you will just take me, it might just complete me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Hari Raya visitings.&lt;br /&gt;*Oomph, at least the money's good.&lt;br /&gt;*lol* jokin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newayz, lately i have been having&lt;br /&gt;bad dreams! HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares. at least God saves me.&lt;br /&gt;errmm.... i'm so lonely nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;very lonely.&lt;br /&gt;wish someone could be here with me&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;i need some sweet loving.&lt;br /&gt;*lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite, that's enuff for todae.&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo`NuruL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-107020364420371995?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107020364420371995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107020364420371995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107020364420371995' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-107003302661109007</id><published>2003-11-28T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T23:23:55.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- When You Say Nothin At All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Missing You.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's strange that i'm being the person i am now.&lt;br /&gt;i've become more reasonable with myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm more independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss the times i had with my ex-Love.&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i went, he's always there in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i imagine that he's right there in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the one that i love,&lt;br /&gt;your face gives me the light that shines in mt heart&lt;br /&gt;lookin at you makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;i need you truly &lt;br /&gt;but now u've left&lt;br /&gt;bringing my heart away&lt;br /&gt;leaving me alone&lt;br /&gt;and there's no one here with me.&lt;br /&gt;i love you and i need you.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'll come back to me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... i really miss Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm okay rite now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm slowly recovering from the nightmare&lt;br /&gt;that i recently had.&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, been goin shopping lately.&lt;br /&gt;bought this cute mini skirt from Miss Selfridge which cost me like $59&lt;br /&gt;and err a future state top n much much more.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;take care people.&lt;br /&gt;miss ya guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo`NuruL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-107003302661109007?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107003302661109007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/107003302661109007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107003302661109007' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106977206630940381</id><published>2003-11-25T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T22:54:34.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOSH. i've been busy lately. i won't be updating ya guys. sorrie sorrie sorrie. haha at my cuzzin's house ryte now. can't use the net in my house cuz like there's some internet connection error. wadeva la. gonna get it fixed soon. newayz, take care ppl and selamat hari raya and christmas. *LOL* syadie, syadiq, MISS YA LOADS!!! gonna call u soon aite? selamat hari raya ppl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and happi holidays.&lt;br /&gt;newayz, 5-8dec i'll be havin a camp. byeeee~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BUSY BUSY BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106977206630940381?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106977206630940381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106977206630940381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106977206630940381' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106933875720976827</id><published>2003-11-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T22:35:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- N'sync song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAKEOVER!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i just permed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;ceramic perm. its ok. &lt;br /&gt;not bad. &lt;br /&gt;but i still prefer my original hair.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;my sis paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newayz, it was danish's beeday todae.&lt;br /&gt;went to celebrate it with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;i have nothin else to write &lt;br /&gt;cept' that i'm kinda admiring my hair now.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106933875720976827?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106933875720976827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106933875720976827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106933875720976827' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106925370685421523</id><published>2003-11-19T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T23:07:32.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some pics. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/Gosh.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="me"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and lovely Danish. awww....aren't we just cute? *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/Aww.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="menane"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/Meya.JPG" width="200" height="220" alt="moi"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106925370685421523?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106925370685421523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106925370685421523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106925370685421523' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106925183508145540</id><published>2003-11-19T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:24:01.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is me and my lovely sis. I love her so much!! She's my partner in crime. *lol* haha. i love her always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/Sisterlove.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="SIS"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106925183508145540?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106925183508145540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106925183508145540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106925183508145540' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106925157993418151</id><published>2003-11-19T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:19:46.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/Sexaye.JPG" width="180" height="250" alt="blinkie"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106925157993418151?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106925157993418151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106925157993418151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106925157993418151' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106924928167658722</id><published>2003-11-19T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:56:15.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- Some JC Chasez song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BUSY BUSY BUSY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite. so i've been so busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;have a lot of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;cleaning up the house.&lt;br /&gt;packing my stuffs for my camping trip.&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haf no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;how BAD is that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like drifting my frens further and further.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my girlies.&lt;br /&gt;gonna go out with them soon&lt;br /&gt;haf been goin out with da guys lately&lt;br /&gt;and forgot about my ladeess...&lt;br /&gt;gosh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANICE I MISS YA!&lt;br /&gt;*lol*&lt;br /&gt;hahah. and gurlies, i'm gonna catch&lt;br /&gt;up with ya guys soon aite?&lt;br /&gt;and shadiq, shadie... long time already never talk to ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;miss ya.&lt;br /&gt;i'll call ya soon.&lt;br /&gt;SOON. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and errmm, i'll find a time to call everyone.&lt;br /&gt;*lol*&lt;br /&gt;gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;take care people.&lt;br /&gt;Life's great for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Very happie lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106924928167658722?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106924928167658722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106924928167658722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106924928167658722' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106924893108252550</id><published>2003-11-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:35:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BUSY BUSY BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;BUSY CHICK HERE.&lt;br /&gt;*lol* maybe i'll be asking my bezfren to blog for me.&lt;br /&gt;damn. i'm so busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;bought a new personal digicam.&lt;br /&gt;i go out almost everyday with the guys till late night.&lt;br /&gt;*LOL*&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i'm sooo busy.&lt;br /&gt;i haf no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'll start bloggin as usual next week.&lt;br /&gt;haha. aight. ta-tas.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading my bloggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106924893108252550?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106924893108252550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106924893108252550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106924893108252550' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106888820226568937</id><published>2003-11-15T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T17:23:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>***i love this pic. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106888820226568937?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106888820226568937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106888820226568937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106888820226568937' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106887822954186386</id><published>2003-11-15T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T14:37:14.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Coming Too Close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Locked up tight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;My cramped up mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;about the past.&lt;br /&gt;about everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;and move on.&lt;br /&gt;to a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no use for me to cry over&lt;br /&gt;spilled milk. &lt;br /&gt;I've decided to change.&lt;br /&gt;at first, i was blinded.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't see the world ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;i was too unsure of what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i get the gist of it.&lt;br /&gt;i know what i'm doing and is&lt;br /&gt;aware of my actions.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to give up on love&lt;br /&gt;for now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to get involved in anything&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might not know what will happen&lt;br /&gt;next.&lt;br /&gt;i take what happened recently&lt;br /&gt;as an experience.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want it to happen again to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fate will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be patient and not to rush things.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. of course, this infatuated world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much things happening&lt;br /&gt;around.&lt;br /&gt;i'll sure be a single but not available&lt;br /&gt;chick.&lt;br /&gt;play the field. get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'll just be an inanimate doll.&lt;br /&gt;be normal, single, happy and wait&lt;br /&gt;for everything nice to come.&lt;br /&gt;of course i'll be searching for fun.&lt;br /&gt;my kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'll be a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;searching for it's blood&lt;br /&gt;to run through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be infatuated.&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be sympathised.&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is get myself&lt;br /&gt;far from lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lucky to get so much&lt;br /&gt;support from my family,&lt;br /&gt;friends and my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy to be in this position&lt;br /&gt;i am now.&lt;br /&gt;although someone whom i loved and&lt;br /&gt;is still loving is not there for me,&lt;br /&gt;i'll sure get this through and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere out there,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure he's still thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;like everyone says.&lt;br /&gt;"First Love can never be forgotten."&lt;br /&gt;of course it can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all the special moments and special&lt;br /&gt;times, special stuffs, special romance,&lt;br /&gt;special feelings,&lt;br /&gt;special LOVE, it'll be kept somewhere&lt;br /&gt;in my heart as memories.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the special things &lt;br /&gt;u brought to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget those times.&lt;br /&gt;i will never deny my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;i will never forgive myself for doing this.&lt;br /&gt;but for now, let me try to get over all this.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm goin to move on.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your encouragement&lt;br /&gt;and your ingredients to some of&lt;br /&gt;my sucess.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your help and your sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your love and your feelings&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106887822954186386?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106887822954186386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106887822954186386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106887822954186386' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106882582092134799</id><published>2003-11-15T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T00:03:46.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- That Special Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Distorted Figurine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a long day today.&lt;br /&gt;quite tiring though.&lt;br /&gt;first, met iszuan, then went&lt;br /&gt;to lee kwong seng to watch AWOL jamming.&lt;br /&gt;they really rock my kick ass world.&lt;br /&gt;really impressive.&lt;br /&gt;first time to see them perform&lt;br /&gt;and it was really impressive.&lt;br /&gt;love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to town.&lt;br /&gt;me, wan, syed, hafiz, yazid and shahrome.&lt;br /&gt;they looked for a job and is goin&lt;br /&gt;for an interview on sunday. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;wish them luck.&lt;br /&gt;went to Heeren. had my shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;bought a new stussy tote bag.&lt;br /&gt;bought a lot of stuffs for myself.&lt;br /&gt;mostly roxy stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;keychains wadeva wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to far east.&lt;br /&gt;haha and it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;took some neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a shirt for kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;gonna give it to him soon.&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to city hall to eat.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i ate a lot man.&lt;br /&gt;it was a really fun day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err...really tired now.&lt;br /&gt;just reached home.&lt;br /&gt;gonna blog about the rest tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for iszuan to call.&lt;br /&gt;*yikes*&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 words:&lt;br /&gt;AWOL ROCKS MY WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;they're cool!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see them perform during the&lt;br /&gt;23rd Dec gig. BE THERE OR E SQUARE!&lt;br /&gt;*LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106882582092134799?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106882582092134799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106882582092134799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882582092134799' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106871153053078001</id><published>2003-11-13T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T16:25:58.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Genie In A Bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rub me the right way&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. this song. i love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;its so sexy and just the way &lt;br /&gt;i like it.&lt;br /&gt;*lol*&lt;br /&gt;i'm stayin at home.&lt;br /&gt;mom ask me to follow her and my aunties&lt;br /&gt;out tonite.&lt;br /&gt;but well, i'm no mood to go out.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;gonna go out laterz to fetch out my nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a dream about him again.&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe why.&lt;br /&gt;damn. get him out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106871153053078001?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106871153053078001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106871153053078001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106871153053078001' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106862233435596718</id><published>2003-11-12T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T15:41:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some pics i took during the Peace Concert at American Skool. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/Girls2.JPG" width="280" height="180" alt="girl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/Rezzi.JPG" width="300" height="210" alt="girl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ear drums bangin' to- Love Just Is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boredomnation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i'm like so bored at home today.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is asking me to go out.&lt;br /&gt;but yikes. i think i need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should start doin my art. rite. &lt;br /&gt;thats all. &lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106862233435596718?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106862233435596718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106862233435596718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106862233435596718' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106855641549935754</id><published>2003-11-11T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T21:13:40.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>***yay. felix linked me. thanks. but notice that i never link anybody. errr... wait if i have the right number of people to link. arhaha. rite.&lt;br /&gt;visit felix's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://abercromb.pitas.com (Felix)***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106855641549935754?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106855641549935754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106855641549935754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106855641549935754' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106855530435254827</id><published>2003-11-11T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:55:08.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;You Are A Perfect Date!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your manners are always spot on&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know how to make a guy feel great...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...While still letting him do a bit of the chase&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, your only dating problem is too many offers :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/gooddatequiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You a Good Date? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***yay. course i am. duh!&lt;br /&gt;lol. wahaha. *pokes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106855530435254827?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106855530435254827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106855530435254827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106855530435254827' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106855475450834467</id><published>2003-11-11T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:45:58.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*** i'm hopin to get Gemini in this quiz.... and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Should Be With an Air Sign!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best match is a GEMINI, Libra, or Aquarius &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? You crave excitement and playful banter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only an Air Sign can match your wit - and keep you on your toes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for fun, an Air Sign guy will show you plenty… with tons of surprises&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be sure to introduce him to some new playful experiences as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/signdate.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Sign Should You Date? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***He's gemini. :)&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way i like it. i'm gonna take more test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106855475450834467?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106855475450834467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106855475450834467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106855475450834467' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106855431503063121</id><published>2003-11-11T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:38:39.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- A Day in the Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Guys Like That You're Charming.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the girl most guys can't get out of their heads&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they met you on a bad hair day :-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just seem to "click" with everyone you meet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if a guy forgets about you for a second... his friends haven't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/guyslikequiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do Guys Like About You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOL* charming. teehee. saw that nicole aezabelle took this test, so i tried it out too.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, we're the same! hehe. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106855431503063121?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106855431503063121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106855431503063121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106855431503063121' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106854107301351928</id><published>2003-11-11T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:57:57.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- August In Bethany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOL, read this. it's funnie. got it from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;thanks yvette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word "wand" with "wang" in the first Harry Potter Book&lt;br /&gt;Let's see the results...&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;"Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an' everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magic wang... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work."&lt;br /&gt;"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wang had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;I have found, definitive proof that J.K Rowling is a dirty DIRTY woman, making a fool of us all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding.... Any second now, he might hear his mother again... but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to... or did he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang&lt;br /&gt;Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.&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;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106854107301351928?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106854107301351928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106854107301351928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106854107301351928' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106853457350838226</id><published>2003-11-11T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T15:10:24.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/bunnyfart/1068525349_resslcc1lt.jpg" border="0" alt="Yay!you're sweet!!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Cotton Candy!You're sweet,sensitive,and&lt;br&gt;fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/bunnyfart/quizzes/What%20candy%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What candy are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106853457350838226?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106853457350838226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106853457350838226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106853457350838226' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106853388914021796</id><published>2003-11-11T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T14:58:13.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Q/qbargirl/1049353092_wFolderpop.gif" border="0" alt="pop"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the popular Asian girl. You enjoy the fine&lt;br&gt;things in life and have plenty of girlfriends.&lt;br&gt;You have the potential to be a snotty biatch&lt;br&gt;but could also just be a normal nice chick.&lt;br&gt;And hey.. just a head's up.. but I think that&lt;br&gt;girl over there wants to kick your ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/qbargirl/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Asian%20Girl%20Stereotype%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Asian Girl Stereotype Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106853388914021796?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106853388914021796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106853388914021796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106853388914021796' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106847762743145886</id><published>2003-11-10T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T23:20:31.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Metamorphosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I've been so wrapped up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came home from the hospital&lt;br /&gt;to visit my dearest cousin who is&lt;br /&gt;only about 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;she had an accident today&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;i pity her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to visit her with my mom, dad and bro.&lt;br /&gt;miss her loads.&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope she's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there by my bro's bike.&lt;br /&gt;my mom ride the bike with my dad&lt;br /&gt;while i took with my bro.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, have i told u?&lt;br /&gt;that my family has a total&lt;br /&gt;of FOUR bikes and a family car soon?&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;that's a waste of money. &lt;br /&gt;full waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole journey made me think &lt;br /&gt;of him.&lt;br /&gt;it was full moon.&lt;br /&gt;i love looking at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;it's just so romantical.&lt;br /&gt;especially when i'm with him.&lt;br /&gt;his presence is so heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;i miss him loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite.so i don't really have that much to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106847762743145886?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106847762743145886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106847762743145886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106847762743145886' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-10684386047950687</id><published>2003-11-10T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T12:30:09.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/KeveNunu.JPG" width="100" height="90" alt="love"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-10684386047950687?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/10684386047950687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/10684386047950687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10684386047950687' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106843717484187780</id><published>2003-11-10T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T12:13:14.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a poem dedicated to someone i really love so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you remember?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the way it felt when we first kissed,&lt;br /&gt;Your soft lips against mine?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the first time you looked into my eyes &lt;br /&gt;and saw the flame that burned for you deep in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the way we stayed up all night &lt;br /&gt;and talked about our dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the way we would know it all...&lt;br /&gt;without having to say a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when we thought our lives would come together &lt;br /&gt;like a circle that never ends?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when we thought &lt;br /&gt;the world would revolve around our love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the times we shared?&lt;br /&gt;Laughing our heads off.&lt;br /&gt;Tickling, irritating.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember our plans?&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;How u held ur hands to mine.&lt;br /&gt;How u hugged me?&lt;br /&gt;Your soft and warm body wrapped around me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the stars? We used to look at.&lt;br /&gt;Imagining the shapes of the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;is the best surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you loads that words&lt;br /&gt;can't even say.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll come back to me&lt;br /&gt;one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Us?&lt;br /&gt;Our love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do...&lt;br /&gt;And it is remembering that makes it hard for me to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Really hard to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106843717484187780?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106843717484187780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106843717484187780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843717484187780' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106843620026974165</id><published>2003-11-10T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T11:51:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/Lonely.JPG" width="190" height="140" alt="lonely"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106843620026974165?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106843620026974165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106843620026974165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843620026974165' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106843559689863520</id><published>2003-11-10T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T11:40:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- In your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here With Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder, does&lt;br /&gt;he still love me?&lt;br /&gt;does he still need me?&lt;br /&gt;does he still want me?&lt;br /&gt;will he call?&lt;br /&gt;is he thinking of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;but *ghash* he's out there&lt;br /&gt;with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;turning on that sweet loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i'm here. upset.&lt;br /&gt;depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've nothing to think about.&lt;br /&gt;but i have lotsa things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling lonely right here.&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i'm missing someone&lt;br /&gt;precious in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i just let go a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;or even more that that?&lt;br /&gt;did i just let it go?&lt;br /&gt;*gosh*&lt;br /&gt;someone, knock me out from&lt;br /&gt;my misty dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, waiting, rejecting others.&lt;br /&gt;upset.upset.upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love that someone precious.&lt;br /&gt;yea`i know. i can get everything&lt;br /&gt;i want.&lt;br /&gt;every enjoyment i need.&lt;br /&gt;company.&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, somethin's missing&lt;br /&gt;in my heart. i'm trying to &lt;br /&gt;figure out a way to let loose&lt;br /&gt;just let go.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's always there in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;he's always there in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;he's always there when i talk.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories.&lt;br /&gt;a flashback of memories.&lt;br /&gt;i've been pretending.&lt;br /&gt;hiding myself.&lt;br /&gt;an emo bitch in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying my best. my very best.&lt;br /&gt;to just let go.&lt;br /&gt;he's there.&lt;br /&gt;he's everywhere. and i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talk about him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THINK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;*gosh*i'm in for a rude awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so emo. nicks changing from&lt;br /&gt;mizbehavin to emobiatch.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop it can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rite.i'll never stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106843559689863520?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106843559689863520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106843559689863520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843559689863520' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106839080430059039</id><published>2003-11-09T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T23:32:58.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- So Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unpredictable&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. slept ard 11 plus yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i was soo tired and restless.&lt;br /&gt;yup so while i was sleeping, michael called me.&lt;br /&gt;so i talked to him for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i slept again after 20 mins of talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;so ard 1 plus, someone called.&lt;br /&gt;i helluva thought it was michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my voice was like a sleepy head. &lt;br /&gt;haha, i asked, "Who r u?"&lt;br /&gt;oh then, it was Delvin.&lt;br /&gt;i was quite shocked that he called.&lt;br /&gt;he was somewhere near my house. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k newayz, my day was spent with&lt;br /&gt;Iszuan, Syed, Yazid, Sofyan and this guy&lt;br /&gt;i forgot his name.&lt;br /&gt;*urgH*&lt;br /&gt;we went to city hall to slack ard.&lt;br /&gt;then went ahead to town.&lt;br /&gt;i bought this beautiful black diary. a hilary duff&lt;br /&gt;calender and some more stuffs at border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i had a tad-bit of shopping spree there.&lt;br /&gt;newayz, i bought this fucken fucken sexaye&lt;br /&gt;roxy top. it's like a halter top.&lt;br /&gt;but then its like bare back!&lt;br /&gt;just strings.&lt;br /&gt;yay. maybe i'm gonna wear it&lt;br /&gt;next friday when goin out with Kyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;so we headed to yishun.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere near my house.&lt;br /&gt;Iszuan and me went to Do&amp;Me to buy food.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the guys meet us there&lt;br /&gt;after their night prayers.&lt;br /&gt;haha. played cards after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!? Played cards after prayers?&lt;br /&gt;gosh. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;but the heck, i won two games!!&lt;br /&gt;awhahah. thanks to dearie Iszuan.&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite now i'm soo bored.&lt;br /&gt;thinking of what to write in my new diary&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends. &lt;br /&gt;I MISS LJ!!!&lt;br /&gt;LJ WHERE ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;hehe, hope to see you soon dearie!&lt;br /&gt;how's Hanabi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i really need to see my friends.&lt;br /&gt;miss them loads to hell like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;rite, so i have nothin else to write now.&lt;br /&gt;adios chao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadeverrr, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106839080430059039?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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can see, i've blogged &lt;br /&gt;like 3 times in a day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like so bored.&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely nuttin to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.talked to michael and tahyah&lt;br /&gt;for a while just now.&lt;br /&gt;then i was kinda busy doin stuffs&lt;br /&gt;in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting with Kyle rite now,&lt;br /&gt;he's asking me out&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think i can go out now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm also kinda restless.&lt;br /&gt;haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time, if u wanna ask me out,&lt;br /&gt;ask me around 12... don't make it&lt;br /&gt;a last minute plan.&lt;br /&gt;and especially i hate last minute&lt;br /&gt;cancels and blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can say rite now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like sooo bored.&lt;br /&gt;saturday today seems like&lt;br /&gt;a fuct up one.&lt;br /&gt;Fark off.&lt;br /&gt;I'm moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106827376275324832?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106827376275324832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106827376275324832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106827376275324832' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106826437887461820</id><published>2003-11-08T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T12:06:22.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liz Phair- Why Can't I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a load of me,&lt;br /&gt;Get a load of you,&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;And I hardly know you&lt;br /&gt;It's just like we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands with you,&lt;br /&gt;When we're out at night,&lt;br /&gt;Got a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;You say it isn't right,&lt;br /&gt;And I've got someone waiting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, this is just the beginning&lt;br /&gt;We're already wet and we're gonna  go swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;Its inevitable... it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it&lt;br /&gt;So tell me...&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever i think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the best part of breaking up&lt;br /&gt;Finding someone else you can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;Someone who wants to be with you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an itch we know we are gonna scratch &lt;br /&gt;Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't it be beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go we are at the beginning &lt;br /&gt;we haven't fucked yet, but my head's spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it&lt;br /&gt;So tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love for you to make me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where it's goin'&lt;br /&gt;I'd love for you to pull me under&lt;br /&gt;Somethin's growin'&lt;br /&gt;For this that we can control&lt;br /&gt;Baby I am dyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever talk about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106826437887461820?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106826437887461820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106826437887461820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106826437887461820' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106826155926840158</id><published>2003-11-08T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T11:31:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- You And I Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Metamorphosis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;so tired.&lt;br /&gt;absolutely no plans todae.&lt;br /&gt;so call me!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll be goin out with Wan and friends.&lt;br /&gt;not sure yettie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i jez came back from skool.&lt;br /&gt;some frens saw me with braces.&lt;br /&gt;awhaha..&lt;br /&gt;sarah was like "Did I see my Nurul With BRACES?!?"&lt;br /&gt;and she was like, got braces surely have boyfren rite?&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i have nuffin to do.&lt;br /&gt;chatting with janice now.&lt;br /&gt;rite. so i'll blog again at nite.&lt;br /&gt;hurrhurr...&lt;br /&gt;bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/BABEH.JPG" width="145" height="115" alt="bezfrens"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106826155926840158?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106826155926840158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106826155926840158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106826155926840158' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106821950096880876</id><published>2003-11-07T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T23:38:24.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:::WOMEN:::&lt;br /&gt;I shave my Legs, I sit down to pee. And I can justify any shopping spree. Don't go to a barber, but a beauty saLon. I can get a massage without a hard-on. I can baLance the checkbook, I can pump my own gas. Can taLk to my friends, about the size of my ass. My beauty's a masterpiece, and yes, it takes Long. At Least I can admit, to others when I'm wrong. I don't drive in circLes, at any cost. And I don't have a probLem, admitting I'm Lost. I never forget, an important date. You just gotta deaL with it, I'm usually Late. I don't watch movies, with Lots of gore. Don't need instant repLay, to remember the score I won't Lose my hair, I don't get jock itch. and just cause I'm assertive, don't caLL me a BITCH. Don't say to you friends, "Oh yhea I can get her!" In your dreams my dear, I can do better. FLowers are okay, But jewelry's best. Look at me you idiot, Not at my chest. I don't have a probLem, With expressing my feeLings. I know when you're Lying, You Look at the ceiLing. DON'T call me a GIRL , a BABE or a CHICK . I am a WOMAN. Get it?, you DICK!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106821950096880876?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106821950096880876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106821950096880876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106821950096880876' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106819502973477895</id><published>2003-11-07T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T16:54:29.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Can't Hold Us Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's a Girl Thing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite, so i have braces now.&lt;br /&gt;it's so damn uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda pain actually.&lt;br /&gt;So girls out there who think&lt;br /&gt;that its a trend to put on braces,&lt;br /&gt;i have three words for ya&lt;br /&gt;"Kiss My Ass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trend? It's okay, cool.&lt;br /&gt;But definitely not a trend.&lt;br /&gt;*bleahs* trend followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice came over to my house.&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Junior" yeah and eat potato&lt;br /&gt;chips. arhahah.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went sembawang to fetch my nephew.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. I jez came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mcdonalds before that&lt;br /&gt;and helluva shit, it's like so difficult&lt;br /&gt;for me to eat my yummy&lt;br /&gt;chicken mcnuggets now!&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with Shadiq and Daryl&lt;br /&gt;on msn. I'm soo bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'll blog again laterz at nite&lt;br /&gt;cuz i dun really have anything to say right&lt;br /&gt;now 'cept that MY TEETH HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blitering Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/biatchy/Braces.JPG" width="140" height="100" alt="bracy"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106819502973477895?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106819502973477895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106819502973477895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106819502973477895' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106811730606076933</id><published>2003-11-06T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T19:15:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Why Can't I Breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Love Bible&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is all about boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;That's definitely not a relationship&lt;br /&gt;propaganda.&lt;br /&gt;We all have to protect ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;We're like gettin our hearts stumped by &lt;br /&gt;too many guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Good Defence is the Best Offence.&lt;br /&gt;This is not about playing games&lt;br /&gt;but it's about self-preservation.&lt;br /&gt;Why get too serious in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;when you know you're not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't just blow ourself out &lt;br /&gt;get too exposed and vulnerable..&lt;br /&gt;that's where we get smacked down.&lt;br /&gt;Get ditched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~ I shouldn't go round searching &lt;br /&gt;for Mr Right.&lt;br /&gt;Look for Mr Right now and eventually&lt;br /&gt;if he's worthy, then the time will come&lt;br /&gt;that u'll know he's the one for you.&lt;br /&gt;Play the field... get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i'm really not ready for&lt;br /&gt;a relationship &lt;br /&gt;cuz somehow i know that it ain't&lt;br /&gt;workin out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon... i'm only 15.&lt;br /&gt;There's still a lot for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;A Lot for me to experience.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get involved and then&lt;br /&gt;get dumped at the end.&lt;br /&gt;It's sooo unpredictable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the special moment for me&lt;br /&gt;to come... naturally.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want me to go searching for it&lt;br /&gt;cuz when the right time comes, &lt;br /&gt;the feeling will just blow away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i'm just gonna have fun with&lt;br /&gt;my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, Movies, Music, Boys and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;Why spend soo much time on a serious relationship now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it in a positive way, you'll get more freedom.&lt;br /&gt;You get to save money to buy anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;You can do anything you want without someone stopping&lt;br /&gt;you. &lt;br /&gt;You'll hurt no one.&lt;br /&gt;Just shake it off man. No more drama.&lt;br /&gt;No more serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the time for FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite, so my day was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;Not a thrill but i guess it's just okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take up dance classes&lt;br /&gt;to occupy my time during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll work out, do all sorta things...&lt;br /&gt;newayz, i have my braces appointment&lt;br /&gt;todae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;here's just a "poem" i took from the movie&lt;br /&gt;"The Sweetest Thing"&lt;br /&gt;starring- Your Penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh my God, your penis is soo big,&lt;br /&gt;your penis is thick!&lt;br /&gt;ooh your penis is just so pretty,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh you got a handsome Dick!&lt;br /&gt;oooh oooh oooh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your penis is soo hard!&lt;br /&gt;Your penis is so large!&lt;br /&gt;My body is a movie&lt;br /&gt;and your penis is a star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah aah aahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;You're too big to fit in here, (puss*)&lt;br /&gt;Too big to fit in here, (assh*le)&lt;br /&gt;too big to fit in here, (mouth)&lt;br /&gt;aaah aaah aaahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Lovely ride,&lt;br /&gt;your penis is a thrill&lt;br /&gt;your penis is a cadillac&lt;br /&gt;a giant cotteville,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your penis packs the wallet&lt;br /&gt;Your penis brings the load,&lt;br /&gt;And when it makes delivery&lt;br /&gt;It need it's own zipcode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine, Double-zero. Penis.&lt;br /&gt;You're too big to fit in here, (puss*)&lt;br /&gt;Too big to fit in here, (assh*le)&lt;br /&gt;too big to fit in here, (mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your penis is so strong,&lt;br /&gt;your penis is so smooth&lt;br /&gt;Your penis gotta rhythm,&lt;br /&gt;your penis makes me groove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your penis is a dream&lt;br /&gt;the biggest one i've seen&lt;br /&gt;It's OOZZEEE and it's green!&lt;br /&gt;EEEWWW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too big to fit in here, (puss*)&lt;br /&gt;Too big to fit in here, (assh*le)&lt;br /&gt;too big to fit in here, (mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhahaha... that's the crappiest hilarious movie.&lt;br /&gt;go buy the vcd. damn its hilarious&lt;br /&gt;and sooo sexy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much crap, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106811730606076933?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106811730606076933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106811730606076933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106811730606076933' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106804005748746684</id><published>2003-11-05T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T21:47:40.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Life's Got Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pulled The Trigger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okei.it's me bloggin again.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. greatly, i have plans tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;goin over to Stanley's house.&lt;br /&gt;it's sure gonna be fun&lt;br /&gt;coz we planned to like watch a movie &lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. michael called me yesterday&lt;br /&gt;night. we started talking again.&lt;br /&gt;so it was me, michael, derek and attahyah on the &lt;br /&gt;phone havin conference call.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then we talked cock, bitched about.&lt;br /&gt;damn it was helluva fun.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, that sleepy derek&lt;br /&gt;slept on the phone and we could hear&lt;br /&gt;him snore.&lt;br /&gt;haha, it was damn cute&lt;br /&gt;so we just cancalled him off.&lt;br /&gt;back to michael, tahyah and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kewl. they're such nice people.&lt;br /&gt;haha but michael was sooo naughty!!&lt;br /&gt;awhahaha. &lt;br /&gt;at least, they cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;lately, i have been having bad days...&lt;br /&gt;but now, i've thought over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why cry over such a guy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself that there's no use&lt;br /&gt;doin that. what for?&lt;br /&gt;i'm still 15.&lt;br /&gt;i can do a lot of things in life.&lt;br /&gt;like for example, my friends told me&lt;br /&gt;to take up modelling, hip-hop classes&lt;br /&gt;or yoga. hmm... which one should i take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modelling? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite, so i hope that someday&lt;br /&gt;i can get over it.&lt;br /&gt;kenneth talked to me just now.&lt;br /&gt;he's like a brother to me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your help.&lt;br /&gt;i felt much better.&lt;br /&gt;and mel dearie, i love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;u're a true friend. &lt;br /&gt;i'm so thankful i found a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;i did lose something, the love of my life but&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i gained something.&lt;br /&gt;a friendship. you and me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll always regard you as the best friend i ever&lt;br /&gt;had cuz u're always there when i need you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks mel... :)&lt;br /&gt;take care sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to ya'll too..&lt;br /&gt;live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;don't ever waste your time regretting about&lt;br /&gt;the past.&lt;br /&gt;change if you don't like the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;don't cry for guys who doesn't appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;that's all...&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106804005748746684?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106804005748746684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106804005748746684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804005748746684' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106803375159336959</id><published>2003-11-05T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T20:02:35.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Baby Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's the New Me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. had my dinner. i had quite a bad &lt;br /&gt;day today but thanks to Stanley. hehe&lt;br /&gt;he made my day fine.&lt;br /&gt;okay, well now, stanley is a new fren of mine..&lt;br /&gt;since he saw my pics, he was like...&lt;br /&gt;oooo...~&lt;br /&gt;sumthin liddat.&lt;br /&gt;so like we sorta make frens...&lt;br /&gt;and yup, i'm goin over to his house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. yeah~ we're just friends lah newayz.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;leave it till tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Bye...&lt;br /&gt;its the new me..&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy. &lt;br /&gt;take care...&lt;br /&gt;byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106803375159336959?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106803375159336959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106803375159336959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106803375159336959' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106794849310080664</id><published>2003-11-04T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T20:29:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tears Of Regret&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever felt so lonely?&lt;br /&gt;have u ever regret of what u did in the past?&lt;br /&gt;do u feel like killing urself?&lt;br /&gt;do u wish that u're not living?&lt;br /&gt;have u ever had a long-term relationship&lt;br /&gt;and it all ended just like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;i have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think he wants me back.&lt;br /&gt;but i really love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;please give me one last chance for me to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it but to cry all day&lt;br /&gt;and think about all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;i miss all those times we had together.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i want you and i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did make a mistake in the past&lt;br /&gt;i really regret what i did.&lt;br /&gt;all i want from u is to give me&lt;br /&gt;one last chance.&lt;br /&gt;i don't ever wanna try to give up.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so badly.&lt;br /&gt;this relationship means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;that's what people say&lt;br /&gt;believe in yourself if u want&lt;br /&gt;something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in myself, in you and me.&lt;br /&gt;i need you.&lt;br /&gt;i know you still love me too.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope u still love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;and the ending with you.&lt;br /&gt;i really love you.&lt;br /&gt;i love the times we had together.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the times we spent with each other&lt;br /&gt;goin shopping, goin to the beach, arcade&lt;br /&gt;everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to explain&lt;br /&gt;this but it's really hard to say i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;cuz you won't forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;i really want you back for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll always remember, it was late afternoon&lt;br /&gt;it lasted forever and ended so soon&lt;br /&gt;you were all by yourself staring up at the dark grey sky&lt;br /&gt;i was changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i talk to you, i feel loved&lt;br /&gt;warmth, secure, happy, excited.&lt;br /&gt;all my life, i pray for someone like you...&lt;br /&gt;and i can't deny that i wanna be with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost all the trust&lt;br /&gt;i've lost all the love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drive myself crazy thinking of you...&lt;br /&gt;made a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;i let u go...&lt;br /&gt;why didn't i show how much i love you..?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a chance now&lt;br /&gt;to show u&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i had a chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;i can be acting crazy&lt;br /&gt;but i really want to show you how much&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;your presence in my heart can never fade&lt;br /&gt;it can never go&lt;br /&gt;it will remain.&lt;br /&gt;you're my first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, you're the one i love.&lt;br /&gt;please take my hands &lt;br /&gt;and start a new life together.&lt;br /&gt;i miss your touch and i miss your &lt;br /&gt;voice.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything we did together.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS US.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THE REAL ME.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SORRY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry seems to be the hardest word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNunu Cryin Angelxoxo&lt;br /&gt;*KeviNuruL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106794849310080664?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106794849310080664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106794849310080664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106794849310080664' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106794401023729204</id><published>2003-11-04T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T19:06:53.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss my baby angel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106794401023729204?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106794401023729204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106794401023729204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106794401023729204' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106794156206852364</id><published>2003-11-04T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T18:26:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;He's Gone.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;i look at the phone&lt;br /&gt;every calls i get,&lt;br /&gt;i expected to get it from him.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waitin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still an angel..&lt;br /&gt;searching for my wings...&lt;br /&gt;my broken wings are now dying..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a new one to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll forget about the incident that&lt;br /&gt;caused it to die... it withers...&lt;br /&gt;i'll think of the new one that's coming to me&lt;br /&gt;the same old wings, but a fresh look&lt;br /&gt;a fresh start, and not a broken heart...&lt;br /&gt;it'll look good on me..&lt;br /&gt;always...&lt;br /&gt;forever...&lt;br /&gt;you and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106794156206852364?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106794156206852364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106794156206852364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106794156206852364' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106790776440893681</id><published>2003-11-04T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T09:02:47.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- If you're not the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Missing the times we had.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i sleep,&lt;br /&gt;i think about him.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up,&lt;br /&gt;all i see is him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so difficult for me to get rid of his presence&lt;br /&gt;i feel so hurt when i feel that he's not there for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;all i can ever think of is&lt;br /&gt;the times WE spent together.&lt;br /&gt;the times WE laughed, cried, look&lt;br /&gt;into each other's eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i forget him?&lt;br /&gt;how can i not think of him?&lt;br /&gt;how can i not feel his presence?&lt;br /&gt;how can i ever live without him...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did make a mistake in the past&lt;br /&gt;i hope he still accepts me as who i am&lt;br /&gt;because that's part of me&lt;br /&gt;and i will change&lt;br /&gt;i want to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please give me a chance...&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106790776440893681?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i just came back from town&lt;br /&gt;with janice.&lt;br /&gt;had a tad-bit of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day wasn't fine.&lt;br /&gt;it was really upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;i was really depresssed.&lt;br /&gt;i felt loneliness in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;i know, there'e guys outside waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;but the guy i'm waiting for is not here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt really upset.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really talk a lot just now.&lt;br /&gt;janice advised me to forget about&lt;br /&gt;kevin. but i told her, No, i can't and i won't.&lt;br /&gt;even my mom is starting to ask about kevin.&lt;br /&gt;what should i say to her? what should i say to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying my best, to show my love to him.&lt;br /&gt;i hope one day he'll come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;it's said that even though two hearts are very close,&lt;br /&gt;there will always be a separation..for a while.&lt;br /&gt;not forever... becuz the connection is too strong,&lt;br /&gt;they will get back together.&lt;br /&gt;i believe in that.&lt;br /&gt;i have faith in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it because i'm too young?&lt;br /&gt;if i'm too young, i'll be dead by now.&lt;br /&gt;i will run and walk away from my problems&lt;br /&gt;and just give up.&lt;br /&gt;but i know that Our love is a miracle&lt;br /&gt;and so i have faith in this.&lt;br /&gt;i really wish, that he'll come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;our love is so strong.&lt;br /&gt;no one can break through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i considered lucky?&lt;br /&gt;people care about me.&lt;br /&gt;everyone ask me to forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;thanks... i really appreciate your help.&lt;br /&gt;i love ya'll who have been helping me...&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i can't forget kevin.&lt;br /&gt;he's the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;the love he give me is the best&lt;br /&gt;i've ever received.&lt;br /&gt;i'm shouting to the world out there...&lt;br /&gt;I really need Keve. &lt;br /&gt;I really love Keve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to give up.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes that shows&lt;br /&gt;that kevin really refuse to accept me..&lt;br /&gt;then i can't do anythin else...&lt;br /&gt;i can't force him.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope he's out there.&lt;br /&gt;thinking of me when i'm thinkin of him&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of me.&lt;br /&gt;wishing that we're together..&lt;br /&gt;i really hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for that moment to happen.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll change.&lt;br /&gt;i'll really change.&lt;br /&gt;That special moment will always remain&lt;br /&gt;and the past will be thrown away &lt;br /&gt;but the memories will stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a wish for you,&lt;br /&gt;i hope it will come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day comes,&lt;br /&gt;and we are together again,&lt;br /&gt;i know that it will be as if all this&lt;br /&gt;time and distance between us never&lt;br /&gt;existed.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always cherish the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, i will cherish the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait...even if it takes a long time.&lt;br /&gt;And i wish, i could spend the next Valentine's&lt;br /&gt;with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need you, i love you and i miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with this, i have somethin to convey...&lt;br /&gt;"if u care n love sum1 &lt;br /&gt;dun lose a grip on the person,&lt;br /&gt;u'll nvr noe the 1 u let go mite b the 1 u've waited all ur life...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love, xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106785818498973167?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106785818498973167'/><link 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/&gt;cuz there's like this camp briefing thingy.&lt;br /&gt;yuh, i'll be having a camp on the &lt;br /&gt;5 dec till 8 dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin out to town later in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;wanna do some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i'm helluva bored ryte now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bored, so down&lt;br /&gt;damn. &lt;br /&gt;i'll be meetin some friends later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite, i have nothin else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin else, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/gothicroxyfemme/nurul.JPG" width="200" height="160" alt="picofme"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106782512481291396?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;nothin's ever what it seems&lt;br /&gt;in your life or in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;it don't make sense what can you do&lt;br /&gt;so i won't try making sense of you...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love, just is...&lt;br /&gt;whatever it may be&lt;br /&gt;Love, just is...&lt;br /&gt;you and me...&lt;br /&gt;nothing less and nothin more&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why &lt;br /&gt;i love you for...&lt;br /&gt;Love, just is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so Emo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106778708135241614?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106778708135241614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106778708135241614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106778708135241614' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106775697990286278</id><published>2003-11-02T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T15:09:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*&lt;&lt;&lt;bleahs&gt;&gt;&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damn bored ryte now.&lt;br /&gt;going to my dental appointment later in the night.&lt;br /&gt;wanna go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;ZZZzzz...&lt;br /&gt;i'm asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106775697990286278?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106775697990286278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106775697990286278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106775697990286278' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106775296723030477</id><published>2003-11-02T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T14:47:20.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Once In a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boredomnation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imood.com/query.cgi?email=punkrock_gurlie@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://moods.imood.com/display/email=punkrock_gurlie@hotmail.com/bg=FFFFFF" alt="The current mood of punkrock_gurlie@hotmail.com at www.imood.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;anyone, call me. i'll love you for doin that.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. i have absolutely no plans todae.&lt;br /&gt;nothin to do.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just gonna try kissing my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;it's really difficult to do that.&lt;br /&gt;99% of those who are readin this will&lt;br /&gt;try to kiss their elbows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. wad a trick.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. me being sucha nasty biatch.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;why some people talk so much things&lt;br /&gt;about me without knowing that i have&lt;br /&gt;secret spies out there to give me all &lt;br /&gt;the crappy information.&lt;br /&gt;haha, maybe they're just jealous of me.&lt;br /&gt;yuh. why? haha, they talk about me, behind my back&lt;br /&gt;damn. pathetic jealous bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is "Ignore"&lt;br /&gt;how to deal with this people? or maybe &lt;br /&gt;should i say "this girl"&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;is she aware that her presence&lt;br /&gt;irks others? awhaha.&lt;br /&gt;maybe she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;that's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;Compulsive Liar.&lt;br /&gt;*phuck*&lt;br /&gt;i'm not your friend&lt;br /&gt;i just treat you as one.&lt;br /&gt;but when i'm really poked in my backside,&lt;br /&gt;i'll show u the meaning of a Nasty Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;yeahh... told ya. i'm really bitchy when provoked.&lt;br /&gt;like who cares huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i have dental appointment todae.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really sure whether i'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;attach the braces today.&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;the faster the better..&lt;br /&gt;newayz, why do i keep hearing that&lt;br /&gt;"braces is a kinda trend now"&lt;br /&gt;really? u sure?&lt;br /&gt;ok haha trend-followers.&lt;br /&gt;*bleahs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin else to write now.&lt;br /&gt;WAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/gothicroxyfemme/Nurulian.JPG" width="180" height="140" alt="nurielle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106775296723030477?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;todae was quite a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;went to dragonboat in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;it was really hot but luckily i borrowed&lt;br /&gt;amelin's sunblock and used it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not dark. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dragonboat, we headed straight&lt;br /&gt;to City Hall. I was with Amelin and Khaty.&lt;br /&gt;we were hangin out near Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;actually i was feeling a bit upset.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but thanks to my lovely sisters,&lt;br /&gt;they cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days passed by.&lt;br /&gt;he's getting happier, i'm getting more depressed.&lt;br /&gt;life's tough for me.&lt;br /&gt;its like i feel so lonely. i'm always thinkin about him&lt;br /&gt;i really miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows how much i love him.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called him. cuz i missed him.&lt;br /&gt;and we talked for a while.&lt;br /&gt;i hope he's happy.&lt;br /&gt;i hope to see him one day.&lt;br /&gt;really miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound so desperate&lt;br /&gt;but this is how i feel towars him&lt;br /&gt;i really love him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;yuh, like i said, i'll be happy to see him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have faith in myself.&lt;br /&gt;that the both of us will get back together again.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;i wish, i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret being sucha dumb bitch.&lt;br /&gt;i should have thought before doing my actions.&lt;br /&gt;i realise my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;and if only he gives me another chance to change,&lt;br /&gt;i'll make use of that chance wisely.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never stop.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm havin so much problems lately.&lt;br /&gt;from family probs, to myself...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm lucky to get promoted to sec 4 express&lt;br /&gt;although some JEALOUS BITCHES weren't happy &lt;br /&gt;about it. wahaha. but she doesn't know that&lt;br /&gt;others are not happy about her promotion.&lt;br /&gt;damn. sucha darn bloody bitch. screw you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so happy to get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;at least my friends are thankful for me.&lt;br /&gt;at least they love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope one day, my wish would come true.&lt;br /&gt;i'll always pray and never stop wishing.&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for him to come to me one day.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, i miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Wind Was Always Our Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106769834207074274?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106769834207074274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106769834207074274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769834207074274' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106761444041547262</id><published>2003-10-31T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T23:34:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Superstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;a helluva night, but somethin's missin'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back!back from the singapore american&lt;br /&gt;school. it was damn cool!we saw lotsa bands perform.&lt;br /&gt;pug jelly, pop whizee... damn!!! i love them!&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?!? i kissed that pug jelly guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;omigosh!wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;i moshed, skanked, popwhizee was great!&lt;br /&gt;and also the worst thing is those people&lt;br /&gt;stepped on my precious foot a lot of times!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha quite pain la actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crown was great. made lotsa friends there.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. gonna go out with them one day.&lt;br /&gt;i took some pictures on my friend's camera&lt;br /&gt;i'll upload it sooner or later..&lt;br /&gt;cool aite? wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i really love it man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya, before meeting my frens&lt;br /&gt;actually i met mel and christopher hendrix.&lt;br /&gt;we went to northpoint and all.&lt;br /&gt;took a cool neoprint with mel at causeway.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ittt!!!&lt;br /&gt;but still, i know i had fun and all&lt;br /&gt;but i feel that somethin's missing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;somethin really precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really so friggin tired.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll continue the rest next time.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was great.&lt;br /&gt;love u guys my frens.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106761444041547262?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106761444041547262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106761444041547262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761444041547262' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106751955486405192</id><published>2003-10-30T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T21:12:27.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;so much violence, ends in silence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i'm back to skool again.&lt;br /&gt;missed my friends a lot. i really&lt;br /&gt;miss them!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe. i'm not sure of the news&lt;br /&gt;about who's retaining or promoted.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i won't get retained.&lt;br /&gt;xCrossFingersx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm feelin so upset.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know why.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel... upset.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;everything's crashin on me.&lt;br /&gt;damn. i just hope i'm not alive sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it man...&lt;br /&gt;i just feel awkwardly stressful.&lt;br /&gt;i went to sharan's house after skool.&lt;br /&gt;just hang out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you will, just take me,&lt;br /&gt;then it might complete me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very well then, i shall stop whining&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have much things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i could cope this life like this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm having sucha hard time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*grumbles* -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please come back to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Superstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;unspoken words&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go to skool again todae. &lt;br /&gt;wasn't in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;so its like last thursday, friday, monday,&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, wednesday... i didn't turn up.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. anyway, i wasn't in the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a bad dream. &lt;br /&gt;kevin was with me.&lt;br /&gt;we met and talked.&lt;br /&gt;but he still didn't want me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so he gave me this email add&lt;br /&gt;pat@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;i still remember it.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know what the hell it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin and me were at our&lt;br /&gt;spot. somewhere in yishun.&lt;br /&gt;its private and confidential.&lt;br /&gt;i miss him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;the dream made me think of him&lt;br /&gt;the whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope he's fine and happy now.&lt;br /&gt;i really miss him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;haven't heard his voice for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that one day&lt;br /&gt;my wish would come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to express my &lt;br /&gt;feelings.&lt;br /&gt;it's like hidden inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to feel.&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherever i go, memories come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been there, done that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a flashback.&lt;br /&gt;see, its really impossible to&lt;br /&gt;forget him and forget &lt;em&gt;"us"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is said that First Love&lt;br /&gt;won't last.&lt;br /&gt;i've figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i think it's true that first love&lt;br /&gt;won't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;there is always a break-up.&lt;br /&gt;A separation between those lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but get this in mind, First Love will&lt;br /&gt;never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;it will always stay in you heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;it will never fade... cuz why? it's&lt;br /&gt;First Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for me, i have to get over it sooner&lt;br /&gt;or later. it's like&lt;br /&gt;mind over body thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i hope someday i will get over this.&lt;br /&gt;i sure will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog again at nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;x0x0NuruLx0x0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u call me... i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106741635362811582?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106741635362811582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106741635362811582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106741635362811582' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106734952333811121</id><published>2003-10-28T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T22:20:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- White Flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i know i need someone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally figured out&lt;br /&gt;why things turn up the way&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just didn't realise&lt;br /&gt;what i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i do, i have to think about&lt;br /&gt;the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;i was too rushy with things.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't make use of time &lt;br /&gt;to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've come clean.&lt;br /&gt;i should be more reliable.&lt;br /&gt;i should be more aware&lt;br /&gt;i don't want things to happen like this&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna upset myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bloody darn should wake up &lt;br /&gt;and realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made such a big sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;as well as a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;i've gotten over someone&lt;br /&gt;whom i really love so much.&lt;br /&gt;and now its time to play the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna get myself into trouble &lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;whoever i like, i must be platonic.&lt;br /&gt;PLATONIC. that's the right word.&lt;br /&gt;don't fall in love too easily&lt;br /&gt;or i'll hurt myself once again.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want that to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really a huge sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;piercing through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;my faint heart.&lt;br /&gt;i've made the biggest mistake&lt;br /&gt;of my life and i don't&lt;br /&gt;want to repeat it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, things are goin on&lt;br /&gt;purdey fine now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo lucky to have&lt;br /&gt;friends like who i have now...&lt;br /&gt;they really love me so much.&lt;br /&gt;i love them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.i think i should betta stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;x0x0NuruLx0x0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/gothicroxyfemme/sexa.JPG" width="195" height="150" alt="picta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106734952333811121?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106734952333811121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106734952333811121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106734952333811121' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106732621960714840</id><published>2003-10-28T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T15:30:20.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'm sorrie i can't be perfect&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up around 10plus.&lt;br /&gt;yeah and i'm fasting too.&lt;br /&gt;aisah called me and we talked for&lt;br /&gt;a while.&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to dragonboat land training&lt;br /&gt;in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's gonna be in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to strain myself and try &lt;br /&gt;not to feel so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm still thinking.&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;i really love him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;but now its just too late.&lt;br /&gt;nothing can change the things that&lt;br /&gt;he said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna forget him.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;but it's just so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;mr right is gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a mail from my dearest sister.&lt;br /&gt;she's the best.&lt;br /&gt;i lover her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm still trying my best&lt;br /&gt;to forget about the things "we" shared&lt;br /&gt;in the past and carry on a new life.&lt;br /&gt;its no use talking about him&lt;br /&gt;when he doesn't love me at all.&lt;br /&gt;i hope wherever he goes, whatever he &lt;br /&gt;listens to, will remind him of me&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;i'll still love him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post again in the night.&lt;br /&gt;so take care eveyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;x0x0NuruLx0x0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106732621960714840?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106732621960714840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106732621960714840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106732621960714840' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106717367291614429</id><published>2003-10-26T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T21:10:18.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drum's bangin to- Why Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you lose a moment, you might lose a lot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyo~ it's me again. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a bitch. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k alrite. lets start from the first.&lt;br /&gt;went to the gig at tampines yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;it was loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;at first, we went in and the bands are not&lt;br /&gt;really that great.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that at night, we started moshing and all.&lt;br /&gt;it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;i saw faris who was formerly my primary skool.&lt;br /&gt;he horsie me. he's damn cute man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i saw a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;then there was a fight there.&lt;br /&gt;skins and punks. &lt;br /&gt;it was damn violent.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;but the gig was really happening yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;haha. saw my handsome cousin too.&lt;br /&gt;awhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so i decided not to go home&lt;br /&gt;even though my dad forced me to.&lt;br /&gt;i called derek and sleepover at his house&lt;br /&gt;bhuvan and james were there too.&lt;br /&gt;....... yeah. its for me to know, for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun time at derek's house even though&lt;br /&gt;i was bullied quite a lot of time. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then in the morning, took a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jez came back from meeting Iszuan, Syed and all&lt;br /&gt;the other guys. i feel that being with them&lt;br /&gt;really helps me build my self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;they don't make me depressed.&lt;br /&gt;they cheer me up all the time.&lt;br /&gt;they're such cuties. bite me.&lt;br /&gt;C-U-T-I-E-S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it being with them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like sorta one of them.&lt;br /&gt;even Iszuan's band is performing in a gig&lt;br /&gt;soon. that's wayyy cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't eat for like 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;haha, yesterday when i met derek, &lt;br /&gt;we all went to eat cup noodles at bishan.&lt;br /&gt;that was like around 1 plus am.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't bite. yeah. i have this like metal thingy &lt;br /&gt;stucked in between my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm putting on braces soon.&lt;br /&gt;*urgh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like i think that's it for today's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck, i'm emotionally wounded.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still trying to get over that guy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuRuLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106717367291614429?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106717367291614429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106717367291614429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106717367291614429' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106690115158285306</id><published>2003-10-23T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T17:38:20.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin to- Unravel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A New Beginning For Mizbehavin Bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back again.&lt;br /&gt;a fresh new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i came home,&lt;br /&gt;my sister, danish, abg tino and more was at&lt;br /&gt;my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe aniwae, my sister bought me a Miss Selfridge &lt;br /&gt;skirt!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was really fabolous! very nice.&lt;br /&gt;it's like in ballerina pink colour.&lt;br /&gt;a hipster skirt.&lt;br /&gt;that is sooo nice...!!!&lt;br /&gt;i really love my sister a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i talked to WAN yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;i love talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;he cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gettin over kevin. that fucker.&lt;br /&gt;haha and i like WAN. he likes me too.&lt;br /&gt;he makes me feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;even he talks about me to his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his mom invited me to a barbecue&lt;br /&gt;at east coast.&lt;br /&gt;should i go? hehe&lt;br /&gt;i love talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;yearps.... he's the nicest and cutest guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope someday my relationship with &lt;br /&gt;him is really great.&lt;br /&gt;i'll always cherish the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so, i didn't want to go to skool this morning&lt;br /&gt;but about 9 am, amelin called and she told me&lt;br /&gt;that the dragonboaters will be receiving a certificate&lt;br /&gt;so i have to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to skool, met khaty...&lt;br /&gt;i love it. &lt;br /&gt;she gave me this hot pink watch.&lt;br /&gt;so sleek and flirtaitous.&lt;br /&gt;i love it a lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;thanks my babes...&lt;br /&gt;and melissa dearie gave me&lt;br /&gt;a pair of pink socks... it's really attractive&lt;br /&gt;she bought me a notebook&lt;br /&gt;and wrote me a sweet letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;and my principal in school cheered me up too&lt;br /&gt;i came on the stage to take the prize and she said&lt;br /&gt;"Nurul, such a smiling girl..."&lt;br /&gt;hehe... i'm smiley cuz I'M IN LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happie. &lt;br /&gt;life's great for me.&lt;br /&gt;i won't get sooo emo.&lt;br /&gt;saturday is goin to be a very fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad to know that some people&lt;br /&gt;really care about me.&lt;br /&gt;hehe including LJ who gave me this big packet of&lt;br /&gt;Famous Amos cookies!!! i love them.&lt;br /&gt;yeap... i shared with my lovely classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best of the best.&lt;br /&gt;life's great.&lt;br /&gt;and i love the things that my frens gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;they're the best.&lt;br /&gt;WAN too... :)&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, It will be&lt;br /&gt;IszuaNuruL.&lt;br /&gt;that's the spelling of his name&lt;br /&gt;ISZUAN.&lt;br /&gt;NURUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tomorrow's a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;don't know whether i'll be goin out.&lt;br /&gt;hope so.&lt;br /&gt;now i gtg go. take care loveables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106690115158285306?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106690115158285306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106690115158285306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106690115158285306' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106681917398178224</id><published>2003-10-22T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T18:39:33.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106681917398178224?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106681917398178224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106681917398178224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106681917398178224' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106681887552021280</id><published>2003-10-22T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T18:34:36.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm here at sharan's house.&lt;br /&gt;celebratin with her and janice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things happened today&lt;br /&gt;and i will never want to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm living my life alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have someone new.&lt;br /&gt;someone who cares about me too.&lt;br /&gt;i like him.&lt;br /&gt;he likes me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happie that at least i know&lt;br /&gt;that someone still cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;syed called me at night and wished me happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;he was the first.&lt;br /&gt;he called at 12midnight.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday i'm goin to the gig with them&lt;br /&gt;maybe janice is following too.&lt;br /&gt;yeap and i'm so happie that&lt;br /&gt;they really care about me&lt;br /&gt;soo much. i love them.&lt;br /&gt;my bestest frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my ex, i'l try to get rid&lt;br /&gt;of him from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;he's not what i want.&lt;br /&gt;haha i even throw a cake on his face&lt;br /&gt;just now due to depression&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. damn. its just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna talk about him and &lt;br /&gt;neither do i want to think about him.&lt;br /&gt;he sucks real bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i like someone and that someone likes me too&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've made a new name for my girlfrens group.&lt;br /&gt;THE PINK RAZOR BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;its me, sharan and janice.&lt;br /&gt;we even have the original handshake.&lt;br /&gt;yeaps. i love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my fwens&lt;br /&gt;they really helped me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;i love them so much and will never want to lose them&lt;br /&gt;Never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna lead on a new life.&lt;br /&gt;forget about the past &lt;br /&gt;and i want to make myself happie&lt;br /&gt;no matter what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoNuruLxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106681887552021280?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106681887552021280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106681887552021280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106681887552021280' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106674504638886554</id><published>2003-10-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T22:12:04.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- Come Clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brokenhearted.where did i go right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love him. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;but he can't seem to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;he wouldn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did i go right?&lt;br /&gt;how did i get you?&lt;br /&gt;how come all this blue sky&lt;br /&gt;is around me&lt;br /&gt;and u found me&lt;br /&gt;where did i go right&lt;br /&gt;how did i get you&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i did&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes no sense to me&lt;br /&gt;that it isn't clear&lt;br /&gt;but somehow you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;u're not waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;something's really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't express the way i feel.&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;i have frens. i do love them.&lt;br /&gt;they helped me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;but now i dun really know&lt;br /&gt;how life goes on for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but he's not celebratin it with me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so upset.&lt;br /&gt;should i give him more time?&lt;br /&gt;or just give him up?&lt;br /&gt;i really love him and i dun&lt;br /&gt;want to leave him&lt;br /&gt;but seems that things are goin&lt;br /&gt;the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;he hates me.&lt;br /&gt;he really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;i can't force him.&lt;br /&gt;i need him&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;but i know that he's out there&lt;br /&gt;enchanted to somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me away..&lt;br /&gt;far away...&lt;br /&gt;i'm shedding&lt;br /&gt;shedding all my tears.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna let out my feelings&lt;br /&gt;cause it always stays beneath my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna feel the thunder&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;i wanna turn back all the past&lt;br /&gt;and carry on my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope someday u'll trust me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming clean.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not giving up&lt;br /&gt;cuz this is supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;OUR love.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not slackin off or backin out&lt;br /&gt;or crackin out with doubt&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is workin it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love u kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;x0x0NuruLx0x0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106674504638886554?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106674504638886554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106674504638886554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106674504638886554' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106662856083737837</id><published>2003-10-20T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T13:42:40.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drum's bangin to- The Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Chic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot hot whore. psh!&lt;br /&gt;`heylo. back again. awhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;damn.today i have the dentist appointment&lt;br /&gt;and i have to pluck out 2 teeth!!! i better munch everything &lt;br /&gt;first.&lt;br /&gt;awhaha. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo scared.. izzit gonna be pain?&lt;br /&gt;yikes! help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so i wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;realising that my stomach had a really bad&lt;br /&gt;ache.&lt;br /&gt;damn. wahahaha. so now i'm doin nothing in&lt;br /&gt;my room.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the time to reach 3pm and then&lt;br /&gt;i'll get ready to go to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;arghhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today no skool. its so bored.&lt;br /&gt;well, i dun really haf anythin to write&lt;br /&gt;so errm..chao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;x0x0NuruLx0x0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106662856083737837?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106662856083737837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106662856083737837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106662856083737837' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106648401656234617</id><published>2003-10-18T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T21:33:36.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- So Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturdays Girls Day Out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`here again.&lt;br /&gt;damn it was a great day todae with &lt;br /&gt;mah girls.&lt;br /&gt;we took a lot of pictures on&lt;br /&gt;fatinah's digicam.&lt;br /&gt;i simply luv it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.damn, i bought a vcd. &lt;br /&gt;The Sweetest Thing.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't watch it yet. laters maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, we went to Far East, shop around and saw lotsa gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;and like there's this guy who works at this skate shop in SPONGE.&lt;br /&gt;he's a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;then like i wore my toga top.&lt;br /&gt;lotsa guys were disturbing me&lt;br /&gt;and this skinhead guy was like&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, girl u pretty ah."&lt;br /&gt;then he came up to me and said&lt;br /&gt;"Hey pretty girl"&lt;br /&gt;"What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;then i was like&lt;br /&gt;"My name? I don't know my name!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awhaha. had lotsa fun &lt;br /&gt;especially me! i had my first manicure.&lt;br /&gt;it was cool!&lt;br /&gt;i love my nails now.&lt;br /&gt;so pinkish and sweet with glitters and all&lt;br /&gt;planning to have another manicure next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool eh? &lt;br /&gt;and gosh we saw lotsa of our frens&lt;br /&gt;khaty and amelin was there.&lt;br /&gt;johnson and blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;and saw a couple of my fwens.&lt;br /&gt;yah wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to city hall esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. we really had lotsa fun.&lt;br /&gt;like i said, it's girl's day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww.... well, tomorrow i'm goin to &lt;br /&gt;my tuition and after that to sharan's house maybe.&lt;br /&gt;cool~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;x0x0NuruLx0x0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106648401656234617?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106648401656234617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106648401656234617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106648401656234617' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106640286740258688</id><published>2003-10-17T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T23:06:35.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ear drums bangin' to- More To Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm drained&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siloso todae with janice and aisah.&lt;br /&gt;it was purdey fun i must say.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, damn i'm tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still pondering.&lt;br /&gt;getting this is my thick skull.&lt;br /&gt;platonic! you and me.&lt;br /&gt;nothin more.&lt;br /&gt;rite? i'm not sure. constantly looking&lt;br /&gt;for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really like... am i wasting my time?&lt;br /&gt;does he like me?&lt;br /&gt;does he even know that i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited when i see his face.&lt;br /&gt;his presence makes me feel in the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;but what about his?&lt;br /&gt;does he feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skate off the curbs of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;smile coldly. embrace slowly.&lt;br /&gt;dance off the euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;delirium to be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and got kinda scolded.&lt;br /&gt;the digicam was not really working well&lt;br /&gt;and i was like "How da hell i know?"&lt;br /&gt;Like as if i have nothing else  better to do than to &lt;br /&gt;spoil someone else's digicam.&lt;br /&gt;wad de heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said.&lt;br /&gt;i must be jinxed.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do hell wrong. i think it's true&lt;br /&gt;too much laffter outside with ur frens&lt;br /&gt;will cause something bad when u get home&lt;br /&gt;it always happen to me. and like ALWAYS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'm not here right now.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could change the way i live.&lt;br /&gt;if i could do that, hell i'll be the happiest chic &lt;br /&gt;i don't really know wad the hell i'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;its like all mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm present, he's not really bothered&lt;br /&gt;that's what i see.&lt;br /&gt;how do i make him see me in my solo limelight.&lt;br /&gt;i wish he could see the smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;and hope that he makes me happie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sounds really way too long-winded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said, in this diary&lt;br /&gt;x0x0Nurulx0x0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106640286740258688?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106640286740258688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106640286740258688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640286740258688' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941396.post-106628642087140515</id><published>2003-10-16T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T14:55:48.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;love just is...strong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`i'm back again after so long...&lt;br /&gt;damn. exams are over!!! yay. and like i'm so happie coz my birthday is coming already!&lt;br /&gt;cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, came back at 11 just now.&lt;br /&gt;finished my art exam and i'm so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow me and my babes goin to siloso beach.&lt;br /&gt;arrr...can't wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;i hope mel can go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rite, later ard 8:45pm i have my brace appointment.&lt;br /&gt;what?! yesh!!! i'm putting on braces soon!&lt;br /&gt;well, mom wants me to put it so that i look pretty when i grow older.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an like after skool, got this weird malay guy&lt;br /&gt;came up to me and ask me my name and everything&lt;br /&gt;and he said he want to get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;it's so freaky man!&lt;br /&gt;yuck and he's not even like .... *urgh*&lt;br /&gt;like such a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently got this indian boy came up to me and said&lt;br /&gt;"Hey girl, can i get ur number? U so pretty ah from last time"&lt;br /&gt;I was like, what the heck?!? Kiss my ass first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kae, very well, that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;gtg. blog laters.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941396-106628642087140515?l=mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106628642087140515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941396/posts/default/106628642087140515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizbehavinbitch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106628642087140515' title=''/><author><name>||Mizbehavin|Bitched||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524056541849296343</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></entry></feed>
