<?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-7678238470627474612</id><updated>2011-08-16T04:15:18.111+08:00</updated><category term='sad'/><category term='smiles'/><title type='text'>miss-freak-imperfect</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-83472517700588602</id><published>2011-03-18T17:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:15:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>喜欢一个人，在一起的时候会很开心&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，在一起的时候，会莫名的失落&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人，你不会想到你们的将来&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，你们常常在一起憧憬明天&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人，在一起的时候永远是欢乐&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，你会常常流泪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人，当你们好久不见，你会突然想起他&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，的你们好久不见，你会天天想着他&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人，当你想起他，你会微微一笑&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，当你想起他，你会对着天空发呆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人，你会想如果有了孩子，他一定会很喜欢&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，会有一天，你突然很好奇，将来我们的孩子会是什么样子&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人，就是希望大家都开心&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，希望他会更开心&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人，你要的只有今天&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，你期望的是永远&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人，是看到了他的优点&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，是包容了他缺点&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢，是一种心情&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱，是一种感情&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢，是一种直觉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱，是一种感觉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢，可以停止&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱，没有休止&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人,特别自然&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，特别坦然&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人，有时候昐和他在一起&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，有时候怕和他在一起&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人，不停的和他争执&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，不停为他付出&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人，希望他可以随时找到自己&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，希望随时找到他&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人，总是为他而笑&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱一个人，总是为他而哭&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢，是执着&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱是值得喜欢就是喜欢 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still confused whether i like or love him? or i already giving up? maybe i did? maybe i didn't but who cares, life still goes on without him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-83472517700588602?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/83472517700588602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=83472517700588602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/83472517700588602'/><link 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color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: center; "&gt;Breathe Again Lyrics&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div id="lyricsdiv"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Have you wondered how it feels when it's all over&lt;br /&gt;Wondered how it feels when you just have to start anew&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing where you're going&lt;br /&gt;When you face a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that way&lt;br /&gt;Now I just close my eyes and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I just want to breathe again&lt;br /&gt;Learn to face the joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;Discover how to laugh a little , cry a little&lt;br /&gt;Live a little more&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna face the day&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the woes of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I hope a little Try a little more&lt;br /&gt;Ill breathe again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting out again is never easy&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments come and go but life still moves on&lt;br /&gt;With a bit of luck It's a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;That might just work my way&lt;br /&gt;No need to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to live on life replay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *&lt;br /&gt;Things will work out fine&lt;br /&gt;If you can find the courage to look past the night&lt;br /&gt;To see the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-7355287212865598392?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-2056908650214368621</id><published>2010-11-18T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T20:51:54.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy: No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl: Do you like me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy: No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl: Do you want me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy: No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl: Would you cry if I left?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy: No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl: Would you live for me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy: No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl: Would you do anything for me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy: No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl: Choose--me or your life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy: My life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The reason I don't want you is because I need you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-2056908650214368621?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2056908650214368621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=2056908650214368621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/2056908650214368621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/2056908650214368621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2010/11/girl-do-i-ever-cross-your-mind-boy-no.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-8573098904199081306</id><published>2010-11-15T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T13:58:45.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>小的时候总是没什么烦恼，为什么随着我们的成长，烦恼越来越多？&lt;div&gt;人为什么不能好好的沟通？为什么一定会有矛盾？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当我们生气的时候，一定喜欢那东西发泄？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么当我们长大后，遗忘了父母曾给我们的快乐？为什么我们忘了敬老尊贤？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么我们忘了曾有的幸福快乐？ 为什么我们忘了孔融让梨的故事？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么我们学会了反抗？ 为使么当我们学会了反抗，就得遗忘了礼让？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么你能对朋友好？可以却对父母不闻不问？为什么你总让我们泪流满面？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么爸爸为了你总是骂我们？为什么我总是为了你们伤身伤心？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么你不会替他们想一想？为什么你总是茶来伸手，饭来张口？为什么你不能让一让？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我都以说是我的错了，为什么你不能让一让？为什么你不能发sms给我？你能和我说你不回来，我也不必为了等你，等到一两点了。 为什么要让我们担心？ 为什么你总是我行我素的？为什么你男朋友不能知会我们一下？为什么你总想到自己？为什么不替我想一想？我是你妹耶，为什么你对外人好？为什么你对我比陌生人还陌生？为什么当你要我们帮忙时，你才会好好和我们说话？你要我们关心你，当我们关心你时，你把我们的关心当什么?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么爸爸的心里只有你?为什么?你知道吗？我真的好嫉妒你，为什么不管我多么努力，爸爸眼里只有你．&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么你连一声爸爸也不会叫？你总是怨妈妈，你知道他又多伤心吗？你知道每一次你的事，爸爸都拿我们出气吗？我们是人，不是你们可以随意糟蹋的．&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我真的很恨你们，为什么总是你们让我的人生过怎么的痛苦？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你知道我明天要和我班的人一起去chalet，因为你，我不知道我因不因该去？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-8573098904199081306?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8573098904199081306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=8573098904199081306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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accept it? The answer always come with no... we dare to correct people mistakes, dare to tell people how they should do when they are in that situation, but when it come to u, u just can't let go.. million things we don't about this world, but trillion thing we dunno about a person, especially their heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when we become like this? since when we take each other words so seriously? since when we can't have a normal chat? since when we always fight for the right?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why it cause it, was it because i'm too stubborn? i start to treat everything u said about me so serious? since when u start to treat me so harsh? since when we start to become stranger? since when i got tired of this fight? everything happen so quickly.. Quick until i can't catch up.. by the time i catch up it's too late.. since when u rather trust someone who hurt me than trust me?&lt;br /&gt;since when u think i'm a bad girl, a big bully? since when u rather chat with her than me?&lt;br /&gt;everything.. i really so tired and confuse... she said me seducing guy.. but u didn't help me... since when u shout at me.. since when u start to scold me.. since when i start to forget everthing about u? since when i start to forget to chat with u.. since when i start to give up everything.. since when i lose hope about u.. since when we walk different path? since when we can't make each other smile.. since when i am a stanger to u.. since when we rather dun care about each other than care and talk to each other?&lt;br /&gt;since when i forget to care about u, since when i forget to do anything to make u happy.. since when our world does not belong to each other? i dunno... all i know is.. we are strange.. i am tired for all this fight.. but still at the end of the day.. we still back to friend.. at the end of the day.. u still my first love.. at the end of the day.. i loved you.. now i already move on.. i dun wan to care anything between us.. friend of enemy.. up to you..&lt;br /&gt;to u, i'm a bad girl... just let it be.. whatever i did or i didn't, it still my fault.. all i can say is.. i once love you and now i hate you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-6081953145220422692?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6081953145220422692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=6081953145220422692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/6081953145220422692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/6081953145220422692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-always-easiler-to-tell-people-how.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-1593755449205124577</id><published>2010-05-21T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:33:08.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SH, let me tell you... u are not my close friend, what make u think that u have the right to say about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i'm a bitch to u? Does that even prove that u have to right to say me? Please, close with guys doesn't mean u are a bitch. Plus if u are jealous because he start to close to me, please who do u think u are? angry with me? i'm not the one close to him.. at least i not like u, become a stalker.. need to know where he is... with who etc... he is not ur bf... please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if my attitude suck, what make u think u have the right to have any comment? act innocent infront of other, wow, behind, full of bad words... u are the last person to comment me, cause i dun see ur attitude any good, try to get teacher attention, rude to teacher, i ain't seeing u are so called good student.. u want to like anyone is ur own business, please dun involve anyone in.. do i look like a whore to u? at least to other i'm not.. so what make u think i'm seducing him? please i can't be close to him, if he doesn't even talk to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i'm better than u, i dun need make effort to have conversation with him or talk to my friends, not like u, trying to say other bad words, wanna make friend or let other hate me. Please, u are bitch to me... stop acting totally innocent, i dare you to say me bitch infront of me.. oh, i forgot, u dun dare, cause u wan to be totally innocent infront of other, so other can like you.. please, u not tired of wearing a mask infront of other, we are tired..&lt;br /&gt;plus, u like to use teacher to slove all ur problem, please la.. just admit u are wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop doing all this little trick infront of us, plus, if u wan to have friend, please, stop hurting ur own friend, u think by doing this, he will like u.. and hate her? sorry, u are making everyone hate u... u dun even know to right to have a bf, what make u think u have the right to let him like u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the last straw, don't let me found out ur little trick again, cause i'll let him know ur true colour... that is the last thing u even want him to find out... u say me a bitch cause i seem like seducing him, i will be bitch to let him know ur true colour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone have different attitude, u dun like it.. screw off, i dun need your stupid comment.. dun need u to act so pity.. what the use of doing this? like u can even get a true friend u wan? u wan to let him like u? stop doing all this stalker stuff and hurting ur so-called friend.. i can tell u, we are sick and tired to entertain ur stupid trick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-1593755449205124577?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1593755449205124577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=1593755449205124577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1593755449205124577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1593755449205124577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2010/05/sh-let-me-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-4899155233592349126</id><published>2010-04-30T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:35:44.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>世界上最远的距离 不是 生与死的距离 而是 我站在你面前 你不知道我爱你 世界上最远的距离 不是 我站在你面前 你不知道我爱你 而是 爱到痴迷 却不能说我爱你 世界上最远的距离 不是 我不能说我爱你 而是 想你痛彻心脾 却只能深埋心底 世界上最远的距离 不是 我不能说我想你 而是 彼此相爱 却不能够在一起 世界上最远的距离 不是 彼此相爱 却不能够在一起 而是明知道真爱无敌 却装作毫不在意 世界上最远的距离 不是 树与树的距离 而是 同根生长的树枝 却无法在风中相依 世界上最远的距离 不是 树枝无法相依 而是 相互了望的星星 却没有交汇的轨迹 世界上最远的距离 不是 星星之间的轨迹 而是 纵然轨迹交汇 却在转瞬间无处寻觅 世界上最远的距离 不是 瞬间便无处寻觅 而是 尚未相遇 便注定无法相聚 世界上最远的距离 是鱼与飞鸟的距离 一个在天,一个却深潜海底&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-4899155233592349126?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4899155233592349126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=4899155233592349126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/4899155233592349126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/4899155233592349126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_6755.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-590687910719233391</id><published>2010-04-30T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:36:15.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>世界上最遥远的距离&lt;br /&gt;不是　生与死&lt;br /&gt;而是　我就站在你面前　你却不知道我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最遥远的距离&lt;br /&gt;不是　我就站在你面前　你却不知道我爱你&lt;br /&gt;而是　明明知道彼此相爱　却不能在一起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最遥远的距离&lt;br /&gt;不是　明明知道彼此相爱　却不能在一起&lt;br /&gt;而是　明明无法抵挡这股思念　却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最遥远的距离&lt;br /&gt;不是　明明无法抵挡这股思念　却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里&lt;br /&gt;而是　用自己冷漠的心对爱你的人掘了一条无法逾越的沟渠&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-590687910719233391?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/590687910719233391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=590687910719233391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/590687910719233391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/590687910719233391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_5937.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-589335138638120689</id><published>2010-04-30T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:32:54.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>一棵开花的树&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如何让你遇见我&lt;br /&gt;在我最美丽的时刻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为这&lt;br /&gt;我已在佛前求了五百年&lt;br /&gt;求佛让我们结一段尘缘&lt;br /&gt;佛於是把我化做一棵树&lt;br /&gt;长在你必经的路旁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阳光下&lt;br /&gt;慎重地开满了花&lt;br /&gt;朵朵都是我前世的盼望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你走近&lt;br /&gt;请你细听&lt;br /&gt;那颤抖的叶&lt;br /&gt;是我等待的热情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而当你终於无视地走过&lt;br /&gt;在你身後落了一地的&lt;br /&gt;朋友啊&lt;br /&gt;那不是花瓣&lt;br /&gt;那是我凋零的心&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-589335138638120689?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/589335138638120689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=589335138638120689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/589335138638120689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/589335138638120689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-1816687797535260442</id><published>2010-04-30T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:26:41.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>曾经，我们是如此的好。我问有相同的喜好。比如喜欢的喜剧，动漫。比朋友还亲近。我们从陌生人变成了朋友，在从朋友变成了情人。在一起的日子有欢笑，有泪水，有吵闹，有争执。 可是你总会让我。是什么改变了。 当我们分手了，一切变了吗？难道，做回情人的朋友，是一件难得是吗？那些日子，使你不喜欢的回忆吧。 可是那些日子却是我喜欢的回忆。。。 喜欢看你和我吵闹时的表情，虽然，我讨厌被人一直关心，可是，你的关心虽让我觉得烦，可是温馨。 喜欢你知道我生病时，一直要我吃药，休息的问法。 你知道吗，我有时觉得你好傻，为什么会喜欢如此的我？我是一个缺点比优点多的人，喜欢发小姐脾气，喜欢和你唱反调。或许，是前世修来的福吧。&lt;br /&gt;可为什么，如今，我们比陌生人还陌生？你难道不能给我有一点点的朋友关心吗？你知道吗？我怕了你了。我令愿不和你说话好过你再伤我。难道你是在报仇吗？我知道我曾经的我对你很坏。没好好珍惜你。对不起。&lt;br /&gt;现在的我，只想变回曾经的我们，可以吵闹，可以发发短讯。。我想一切都太晚了吧？&lt;br /&gt;今后的我们，因改只是陌生人了吧？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-1816687797535260442?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1816687797535260442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1816687797535260442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</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-7678238470627474612.post-4441044870708924392</id><published>2010-03-27T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:15:29.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just went home from lot one, what a idiot I am, thought that library open at ten, anyway, start to prepare my O level &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;, this year prove everything I had learn for the past 3 year. Wow, time pass really fast. It seems like yesterday, I just got to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dunearn&lt;/span&gt; sec. right now, I am about to face a challenge, to determine my academic standard. I really hope is not too late to bunk up my weak subject like English. But I just dunno how to do it. Anyway, just went to watch how to train your dragon in 3D. I really like the show, I really love that dragon called toothless, and it’s really adorable. How I wish to keep it as a pet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;, such a wild dream I had. Anyway, upset thing happen recently. So here is what I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having mum at home maybe a good thing, but sometime it really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;See, I’m 17 year old, can’t I choose what clothes I want to wear and not what she want? I’m a human not a Barbie girl, I dun get it. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; the weather maybe freaking bad, you dun have much choice but for me to wear certain clothes, I’m fine with it. But, why my sis get a chance to wear what she want, choose clothes by her and I have to struck with what clothes you want me to wear? For once, can I choose and pick my own clothes? Maybe some people envy that having mum at home is good, I just a brat that doesn't treasure what I have, but all I want is choosing my own clothes, all I want is fair, can she stop being so bias? She always said that she is not a bias mum, but action speak louder than word, the way she treat my sis and the way she treat me is different, same goes to my dad, sometimes seriously I wonder, do they love me, if they really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;distasted&lt;/span&gt; me so much, why have me in the first place, no matter how hard I try, work hard in my academic, I can’t see the care I want. All they do is scold for my mistakes but not praise me. Can they give me some encouragement the show that they care for me? Why when they fought with my sis, they treat me so good but why they start to be good to my sis, I like a nuisance kid to them? I like the displacement of my sis, I’m like a shadow of my sis, and can’t they see the different? I really hate this feeling, is like I lost in a world that I couldn't fight to survive. Nobody can save me, I really hate it, and can they show me care? For once, can I speak what I feel? Every time I said what I feel, she will get angry and think I show no respect to adult, for once, can she listen, can they listen? You want to understand you, but dun want to understand me. I like a bird struck in a cage, but does she know I’m like a wind, a bird? I wan a freedom? I don’t mind coming home at certain time but I just want to choose my own clothes, I’m already 17, no longer a kiddo, can she just let me choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-4441044870708924392?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4441044870708924392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=4441044870708924392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/4441044870708924392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/4441044870708924392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-went-home-from-lot-one-what-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-3225242348315809414</id><published>2010-01-28T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:36:11.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog is dying, anyway, it die all time... hahas...  Everything seems perfect, just like the same routes, go school, study, do hw... nothing much, recently confused, dunno what to do, guess i wasn't really strong in handling my problem, all i wan to do is runaway instead of facing it... but how long can i run from it? guess telling the truth aren't a good thing, sometime u tend to tell something that u annoy and pissed of for someone, guess u wan to let her/him know ur feeling and end up the friendship getting dangerous everyday... seriously, is there anyway to solve it?  why the feeling will keep stirring  inside u over and over again, is it when u get hurt, u tend to escape from the reality and dun heal it? is there anyway to heal the scar inside u? what can u stop urself from hiding? confuse mind, confuse brain, confuse feeling...&lt;br /&gt;everything i understand is just ain't what it meant... i don't get thing kind of feeling... it so strange, why this thing keep stirring in my mind and keep bothering me, i dun wan to change the mindset i using now, why this thing keep bothering me and make me change... what i think is too reality or it just a dreamy idea...&lt;br /&gt;maybe whatever thing u annoy about ur friend, if u can endure with it, u will be a super BFF, best friend shouldn't hide any secret for each other, even u pissed off by ur best friend, maybe endure is the best way... i just think that something keep drifting us away, maybe u already move on and i just remain at the same place, u tend to like hide thing from me... maybe i think too much, but thing just aren't the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting too emotional...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-3225242348315809414?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3225242348315809414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=3225242348315809414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/3225242348315809414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/3225242348315809414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-is-dying-anyway-it-die-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-6768795248851277899</id><published>2009-11-18T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:15:30.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1ODU*NjQ2ODU5NyZwdD*xMjU4NTQ2NTI1MDk3JnA9OTE4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZvPWYwNjlhOWIzNzA4YjQyMGNiYmU2Nzk3N2I1NjZiOWU4Jm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000' codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0' width='385' height='500' id='New Moon E-card Widget' align='middle' flashVars=''&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='sameDomain' /&gt;&lt;param name='flashVars' value='' /&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='false' /&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.newmoonthemovie.com/ecard_widget/base.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high' /&gt;&lt;param name='bgcolor' value='#000000' /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.newmoonthemovie.com/ecard_widget/base.swf' quality='high' bgcolor='#000000' width='385' height='500' name='New Moon E-card Widget' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='sameDomain' allowFullScreen='false' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' &gt; 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HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397952800828668018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SulheQe3uHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ajXyEEwK2Cc/s320/sad_love_quote_3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess this will be the thing i'll gonna do.. since today bahxx..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/Sulepc-JTBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NC-SsoF_KwY/s1600-h/broken+easily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397949694624746514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/Sulepc-JTBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NC-SsoF_KwY/s320/broken+easily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wish you could treat me the way you do... we can fight like the past.. thing had change.. you heart had change too... i'll nv be the girl who know wad you are thinking... and be the one to support thing that you do... harmless or harmful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/Suleaa-E_fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kqSMYj2bs_g/s1600-h/painful+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397949436389555698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/Suleaa-E_fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kqSMYj2bs_g/s320/painful+love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the only thing that i realise it now... too late for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/Sulcwm5koSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/A2Jk_xcvPZw/s1600-h/hurt-pink-love-flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 496px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397947618525749538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/Sulcwm5koSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/A2Jk_xcvPZw/s320/hurt-pink-love-flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry, the hurt i gave you.. i'm regret that i hurted you badly too... but guess we both are too immature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SulcF2lYqvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8Uoka4RxjI0/s1600-h/Sayings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397946884001671922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SulcF2lYqvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8Uoka4RxjI0/s320/Sayings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the feeling i had.. before all the hurt you gave it to me... the hurt that you do to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放了爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;你指向远方&lt;br /&gt;爱情很晴朗笑&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;问不如今后就我们俩&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;怕泪会反光钻进你胸膛&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但那不是感动是泪无法储藏&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;把美梦锁上以为是天堂&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;羽翼折起在你身边静静躺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;却只能用目光空中翱翔&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还得乔装安份靠在你肩膀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;放了爱 为了爱 这不是我该怎麽生活 放了爱&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你说你喜欢我笑得开朗&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你越温柔我越不想撒谎&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我已办不到你想要的那样&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;客气地配合你我感觉更勉强&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;别人的幸福何必要模仿&lt;br /&gt;心不在何苦留躯壳在身旁&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;加满自由我要无重量飞翔&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就算以分离收场&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;放了爱 为了爱 这不是我该怎麽生活&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;放了爱会明白有种拥有 叫作放手&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我的心为爱流离失所&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;紧握最后回家的线索&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;等到寻获真正的我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;证明我决定没有错&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;放了爱 为了爱 这不是我 想要的生活&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;放了爱 你会明白 有种拥有 叫作放手放了爱 我放了爱&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;from now on, i'll not shed a single tear for u.. goodbye.. i once loved you deeply.. and i giving out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess i can't be ur friend either.. cause u won't treat me the way you used to and the way you treat other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love hurt like a paper cut... i thought you'll be there for me.. but little did i know, you're already gone.. so far away from my world.. if i have the ability to turn time back.. i'll cherish every second you gave it to me...&lt;br /&gt;you will alway be the broken pieces in my heart.. till one day i let go... i'll hide all the present you gave me.. till the day i can let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper cut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a feeling like when you touch a flame&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not like when someone calls you a bad name&lt;br /&gt;It's not like the hurt when you slip and fall down&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not like anyof these,&lt;br /&gt;what I've found is Your love hurts like a paper cut,&lt;br /&gt;so sweet never even feel the slice; you're so deep&lt;br /&gt;It seems so hard as, but only at first&lt;br /&gt;Cause like a paper cut the pain grows worse.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh It's not so much in the words that you don't say&lt;br /&gt;It's when you act in the distant, cold way&lt;br /&gt;It's more in your eyes how you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Like you no longer care for what I see&lt;br /&gt;Your love hurts like a paper cut, so sweet never even feel the slice;&lt;br /&gt;you're so deep It seems so hard as, but only at first&lt;br /&gt;Cause like a paper cut the pain grows worse.&lt;br /&gt;You had to go and show me just how good, your love could be&lt;br /&gt;Then you threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't help but feel a brand new pain&lt;br /&gt;So I'm asking baby, please stay.&lt;br /&gt;Your love hurts like a paper cut, so sweet never even feel the slice;&lt;br /&gt;you're so deep It seems so hard as, but only at first&lt;br /&gt;Cause like a paper cut the pain grows worse.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh Oh, oh The pain grows worse&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh Oh, oh The pain grows worse Oh, oh The pains grows worse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-226993813704905771?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/226993813704905771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=226993813704905771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/226993813704905771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/226993813704905771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-wish-you-could-treat-me-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SulheQe3uHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ajXyEEwK2Cc/s72-c/sad_love_quote_3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-3749080501331216146</id><published>2009-09-27T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:45:40.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahas... recently nv updates... ytd went to ying teng's house study chem... hahas... nevertheless.. recently got back my chinese paper 1... WTH!! out of point again... she always mark me out of point... dammit... i shall not write that kind of compo anymore... this time round i write report... see how she mark miie out of point... end of yr coming... super scare... something i wonder, if i can score well, will my school principal let me take biology.. but.. it been 2 yr... if i wanna study.. will i have time for it... stop thinking too much... i shall think how to pass my A-maths.. hahas... nothing to say le... hahas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-3749080501331216146?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3749080501331216146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd SL farewell dinner.. a bit bored.. cause is not like last time.. sitting with the person u pass on.. intend to run but in the end fail.. sian but nvm..&lt;br /&gt;before going for the dinner, went to simin house first.. hahas watch tv and chat, then meet with wanqi and yingteng.. go eat KFC.. wow.. hahas.. then hang out with the guy for a while, then went in to CDANS and have our dinner... any way here are some photo we taken..&lt;br /&gt;p.s gwen... cannot find the photo i take with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SnO4r_XNFKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z5IYYzC4Vbw/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SnO4r_XNFKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z5IYYzC4Vbw/s320/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364834647011038370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;left: simin, wan qi and miie..&lt;br /&gt;abit blur.. hahas.. nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SnO5oEmJ7wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RbNwjek2vMk/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SnO5oEmJ7wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RbNwjek2vMk/s320/DSC00093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364835679208075010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SnO6hW-U2MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LFlP1UONWno/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SnO6hW-U2MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LFlP1UONWno/s320/DSC00090.JPG" alt="" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-7680466957628583366?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7680466957628583366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=7680466957628583366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/7680466957628583366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/7680466957628583366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/08/ytd-sl-farewell-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SnO4r_XNFKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z5IYYzC4Vbw/s72-c/DSC00080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-2564411363296282316</id><published>2009-07-26T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:12:58.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again.. blog dying again... well, recently nothing to updates.. studying etc.. recently bought the vampire diaries... hahas super like that book too.. last friday.. hang out with my friends... go watch harry potter and the half blood prince.. got abit angry about it.. cause cut a lot nice nice part.. this coming friday got SL farewell dinner... anyway.. recently happen a lot of thing.. sigh.. anyway really nothing updates.. i shall end here.. bye bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw: should i change blog skin??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-2564411363296282316?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2564411363296282316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=2564411363296282316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/2564411363296282316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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thought we bought wrong ticket and film, so we double check.. finally the movie start, but they put wrong movie, they show us transformer 2... after watching 5 min, then change the film again, finally at 7.10pm, they show the correct film.. the movie very nice and funny.. never regret watching...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-3148644987894919622?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3148644987894919622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=3148644987894919622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/3148644987894919622'/><link rel='self' 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Mid-year exam ended.. result not that great.. but nvm.. still got end of year.. so.. gonna study hard this time round.. hopefully can get good result for end of year... holiday gonna start nx friday.. wow.. so fast.. chinese teacher given us stupid assignment.. group of four.. lmao... nothing to updates much... quite happy.. cause my computer finally back.. so happy.. hahas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-7727405085239058096?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7727405085239058096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=7727405085239058096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/7727405085239058096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/7727405085239058096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-5475538680532879639</id><published>2009-03-29T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:15:04.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently, nothing updates... hahas, ytd start watching K.O3anguo, quite nice, too bad no da dong, friday is my damn tired place, helping for sport day, played cast as steward, run here and there... dun really wanna have duty, cannot accompany my friends, *sigh* friday that stupid bitch chinese teacher anyhow find my trouble again, think she from china veri big meh? anyhow scold ppl, she need to see psychologist la... 100% confirm she's insane, say cannot talk in her class, say she's veri big during our chinese lesson, fine, she veri big, i shut up dun talk, i just onli write letter chat with other, acidentally spell robot become robert, then laugh... out of sudden scold miie, anyhow scold miie, dots la, while other talk, she just ignored it, still say she's not biased at all, please la, her biased is so obvious la, dun act until we always bully her la, Zzzzz.. big deal she's a chinese teacher, can anyhow say ppl, 侮辱ppl, then, we also can lor, still say no mood dun wan teach us, what kind of teacher is this? since she can see mood teach us, might as well we also see our mood to study during her lesson? even she is a teacher, she also anyhow use the words? dots la, not even suit to be a chinese teacher, since she teach us until so 辛苦, then just buy a plane ticket go back china la... dun need to anyhow scold ppl and say ppl la, we also got pride, think she is the onli got pride meh? we dun have meh? idiot bitch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-5475538680532879639?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5475538680532879639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=5475538680532879639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/5475538680532879639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/5475538680532879639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/03/recently-nothing-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-4771560207191376160</id><published>2009-02-28T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:21:17.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi, my blog going to die la, so what, who cares. hahas... today we went to amos house, hahas, having a lot of fun. so good to have our gathering with jun liang. So good. hahas, before going to amos house, i went to simin house and make some food. hahas, so fun. eventually Zheng wei wanna do his SS hw, in the end, play XBOX 360,  halo 3 until addicted. Hahas. Recently nothing to post, cause nv really touch my com, study and test. All my brain cells kanna used up. hahas, recently chem test, sigh. i study so many times, cannot remember. if i remember harder maybe can score better mark. sigh can score 20 point i really happy like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to spammer: i updates le. Stop asking miie to updates:) hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-4771560207191376160?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4771560207191376160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=4771560207191376160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/4771560207191376160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/4771560207191376160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/02/hihi-my-blog-going-to-die-la-so-what.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-6001301086558351905</id><published>2009-02-06T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:39:10.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, today X-country. Well, i didn't really run. Hahas, i'm lazybump, okay i noe. Today i just found out something, i got second husband  and i dunno it until one of my teacher told miie. my second husband name is mono. Hahas, a sweet girl, nice... Well, all my husband is girl, omg, am i a les?? nope, i onli noe i'm intersted in guy, well, who cares? recently just got back my maths result, i got 27/30 marks, wow, if the highest make i ever got for my maths test, ytd, chem test, i dun think i'm able to scores girl top highest in class test. Nvm, if i can get 20/25, i veri happy le. recently my chinese standard getting lower and lower, i'm not sure this yr 'O' level for chinese i be able to score A2 anot, i dun wan to study chinese for sec5, if this yr cannot score B3 and above for chinese, nx time comfirm need to study again. recently really dun like my chinese teacher, dunno why, other people talk she won't say them but when it come to miie, she comfirm keep calling my name,wth. hopefully can score A2 for chinese, so next yr  i dun need to see the chinese teachert again and i can say goodbye to my chinese...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-6001301086558351905?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6001301086558351905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=6001301086558351905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/6001301086558351905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/6001301086558351905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh-today-x-country.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-5046435750677819535</id><published>2009-01-13T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:13:11.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing to blog... one word can describe my day is boring. recently is damn busy de help up for sec one camp and CCA promotion day. damn busy de. anyway today is the worse day i even had, sigh is totally tired... sigh, thank to zheng wei keep saying tired and i also felt the same. lend simin to read twilight, in the end our form teacher wanna read, so lend her first. trying to find eclipse and breaking dawn, but it seem like the whole singapore book store is out of stock, dammit. nvm, meanwhile i read online. Dunno why school reopen i will keep saying i'm hungry, i think i'm going fat again. sigh zheng wei veri ke lian, cause he sit beside miie and he alway need to listen to my complain, how hungry i am.. hahas. anyway, come back to school, the most fun thing is that we back, and we can have the joyful and laughter back. today i just talk to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-5046435750677819535?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5046435750677819535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=5046435750677819535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/5046435750677819535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/5046435750677819535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-3248555209234619078</id><published>2009-01-07T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:28:27.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i really feeling sad, i really miss the guai shu shu who alway qurral with miie, but he dun wan, i dunno wad it mean like or whatever. i really tired about it, i'm not a person who keep pestering a person, today i tried to talk to him and wanna him to qurral with miie. but he dun wan, i just wan to felling back, izzit i really take thing for granted, so he take it back?? i really hate recently atmosphere, he like a strange to miie now, i tried and tried but fail. what am i'm surpose to do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-3248555209234619078?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3248555209234619078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=3248555209234619078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/3248555209234619078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/3248555209234619078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-i-really-feeling-sad-i-really-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-1853052580749121053</id><published>2009-01-04T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:45:40.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so long nv updates, cause nothing to updates. one word to descride my holiday is boring. everyday use com, sleep, watch tv and eat nothing to do le. school reopen also nothing special just irritating, cause we set up our sitting plan and i dun intend to sit anywhere near that pig but she is such a bitch that come and sit beside miie, like wad the, even i had mood about school reopen, after she sit beside miie all the happy mood disappear, nvm hope teacher dun let her sit beside miie. plus is so obvious that i doesn't wan to talk to her and she keep asking stupid question make miie had to answer back. if she gonna let teacher show that she making effort to be friend with miie, i should say, she's wasting time, i intersted about a pig, plus i dun speak pig lauguage. i dun like to interact with her, if i really do later she say i bully her, like who wan to bully her. if she wanna complain to teacher that i dun talk to her, sound fine with miie, cause my teacher did say before, if i dun like her just ignore her, so i do wadever the teacher say. stop my unhappy incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently watch twilight and read twilght saga, it a wonderful story and movie i ever watch. i like edward collen attitude and he's so sweet to bella. like in this world, which guy will be so sweet? maybe there is, but not alot in this world. just read finish twilight and new moon, waiting for eclipse and breaking dawn. hope the author really publish midnight sun, is actually twilight version but from edward view. saying how he control his thrist and how he face bella. bella is the first lady, he intersted, so sweet la. over 90 plus years as a vampire, he start to felt he heart beat is when he saw bella and desire about bella blood. hope this year they will show twilight-new moon movie. even though i not really like new moon story cause edward left bella. he thought it good for bella but he's wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-1853052580749121053?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1853052580749121053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=1853052580749121053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1853052580749121053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1853052580749121053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-long-nv-updates-cause-nothing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-5856800399850142199</id><published>2008-12-13T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:14:15.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dunno why, feeling emo. i dun except anyone to know what happen or console me. i just felt strange. i dunno izzit wad ppl say like. i mean, he give miie a feeling like i being trap in a cage. maybe i think too much or wadever, but after wad his MSN PM wrote, i felt like a person who cares miie alot has gone. i didn't meant to hurt him, but he just give miie no secure at all. i just wan freedom, i mean, i mysle noe wad i wan and wad i felt, but when he keep asking i just felt like i'm being trap. i dun like this kind of feeling. it really sweet when he concern miie, i really like the everyday 他跟我斗嘴, it just give miie happy, eventhought sometime we will 斗嘴until veri veri serious but we know we are playing. i really like the feeling when he with miie. i really wanna treat him as friend, cause even i myself dunno wad i thinking, how can i possible to know wad i felt about him. i know it hurt when i msg him telling i just wan to be friend with him. i just wan to go back to the past. i just wan to know what him thinking. i just wan him by my side. i know i just too selfish. why i can't  trust him and i should noe he keep repeating the same question  because he concern miie. but after wad simin told miie he cause his MSN PM, i just worry, i just got a kind of feeling hoping he will come back and by my side. i noe i'm a selfish ppl but he is the one who let miie stop thinking another guy. everytime out of sudden i will think the view when there was miie and him. i mean i really wan to know wad i thinking. i dun wan to give him fat hope. i noe i will be selfish if i ask him to wait. so i rather tell him, i just wanna be friend. Is way better and secure. when we loss a chance really mean no second chance? i just wan to have the view back when our gang ppl went out tgt and he will 斗嘴with miie. i dunno wad that mean. i just noe that he break my view about relationship. he break the mindset that i told myself. i just wan him to give miie space, i just wan him stop giving miie stress, cause i still cannot trust him. i just scare that he will betray miie one day. i noe i'm too exaggerate about a small matter. i noe to u is a small thing but to miie is that wadever i say to someone there is a meaning in it, unless i tell someone by myself. i noe sometime i'm as stubborn as a stone and i too selfish. maybe i too self-protect myself. in my mindset i nv thought of changing myself, and i can't trust u cause u noe my style and we amost everyday 斗嘴 and u like miie andu can say u nv like that girl before when u like her for 3 month and u keep pushing miie to another person when u say u like miie. u just dun gain my trust, u just give miie a mindset u not serious at all and u dun really care about my feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-5856800399850142199?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5856800399850142199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=5856800399850142199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/5856800399850142199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/5856800399850142199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/12/dunno-why-feeling-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-2461848094304676792</id><published>2008-11-18T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:26:16.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh... recently nothing to post, hoilday, damn boring.. sigh nothing to do at home. just change my blogskin, is awesome, i like this new blogskin a lot. 15/11/08, on saturday afternoon, i help out for the dunearnite, the sound of music.. the performance is awesome, hope next year still got this kind of dunearnite. sigh, the duty is not same as simin. small boi boi not gentlemen at all, can't even let miie sit on the thrid floor chair, anyway luckily i onli need to sit at the staircase for 45min after that i need to rush down to first floor and guide the sec 1 and 2 student out. althought the duty is quite boring but infact we had a lot of at the third floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-2461848094304676792?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2461848094304676792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=2461848094304676792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/2461848094304676792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/2461848094304676792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-1366796949271722262</id><published>2008-11-11T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:19:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, so long nv updates, ps nothing to updates leis... but, recently, i really dunno how to face one of my friend, she just give miie a feeling, she had change, i dunno izzit i think too much. i just dunno how to talk to her, how to face her. i dun mind she face to face talk to miie and tell miie wad is her problem recently, just stop find trouble with miie. i dun wan to lose our friendship just because misunderstanding, i hope u can just tell miie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-1366796949271722262?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1366796949271722262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=1366796949271722262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1366796949271722262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1366796949271722262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-so-long-nv-updates-ps-nothing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-5568267881073498556</id><published>2008-10-20T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:29:18.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>walao, i nv see a sore losser can be a coward until like that, idoit bastard dare to insult my friend and dun dare to say who she or he is... if i find out who is that bastard is, that person surely kanna from miie... anyway is because my blog going to R.I.P so i came and post... if anyone blog kanna inslut or spam, do tell miie, i surely scold that person but i will spam ur blog too cause i will need atleast 10 tag to scold a person. ps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: the person who spam my friend's blog. u think u veri choi and slim? i tell u, u surely is the fatest ppl i ever see, cause u got so many free time to insult my freind. u noe whose blog i talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-5568267881073498556?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5568267881073498556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=5568267881073498556' title='0 Comments'/><link 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for so long, nvm... exam over, now i can blog le... End-of-year exam really stress miie out, i really scare i will not be promote to sec 4 anyway,i tried my best, no matter i get good or bad result i noe i did it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 10/10/08, friday&lt;br /&gt;last day of our test, after the D&amp;amp;T student finish their test, we go amos house to celebrate. we not only celebrate exam over, we also celebrate small boi boi birthday on 8/10/08. At first we cheat small boi boi there will be no birthday cake for him, but in the end he found out and we enjoy ourselves... plus i watch HEROES season 3, this is the best show i ever watch... not only this, the anime that i wait for a long time, vampire knight guilty finally out with english sub...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will end my blog here, bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-5455741940211260050?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5455741940211260050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=5455741940211260050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/5455741940211260050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/5455741940211260050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-die-le.html' title='blog die le'/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-2434012589655455686</id><published>2008-08-22T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:59:00.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today... i super super angry... cause my cca friend, no, i should say is 死对头... guess wad, our cca, icc=infomccom club, we are in-charge a item during teacher day... and he is the overall in-charger... i fine with it... cause i never go to the course as i sick and on wed and thursday i go home after my recess... thank for simin, send her snail virus to miie... anyway, i nothing to say and unhappy than he in-charge but i was angry that he call all the boys to help him... wtf... wad make him think that boys are better than girls, i can prove that he is wrong, i cannot blame anyone as i did not in-charge of it... but i just dun understand, what make he think that girls is CMI? luckily, our cca teacher, mr tan doesn't want it, he put miie inside and help out... i told my friends, and some of my friends reply miie, maybe he doesn't wan girls get tired... i tell u... this all is bullshit... hello, if he doesn't wan girl to get tired... during the ICC camp, he is the camp-chief and yet he did nothing... ohh.. he did something that is he eating, sleeping and play computer... and he dare to push everything, everything to miie.. u noe when i ask him to do, guess wad he replied miie, he replied... sorry all this thing is small people do and i shot back him... than wad about other people... he said wad he is treausurer... he keep all the money, if we ask him to do, later he unhappy, he will ran away with our money... wtf and yet he push all the thing to miie, fine... i have nothing to say... during the last day, he dare to scold the member in front all the teacher... yet he dun dare to do so during the camp... wad he thinking about, idk... but i can sure that... he wan all the teacher noe that he suit to be icc head than other.... bullshit... since he is a big people, he better prove miie he is better than anyone in our club... i noe i may not be as good as other... cause i dun think i can be the head... i rather other be head than him... if he is the head in my club... i rather dun be the committe member... cause i dun wan to work under him....&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-7742019634669960343</id><published>2008-08-22T17:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:41:42.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6JgpJCJ-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/DMe9Blv5Isk/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237274610571028450" style="CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6JgpJCJ-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/DMe9Blv5Isk/s320/DSC00148.JPG" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simin, doing work or drawing, idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6JE3Gcc5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/kqgLxWMqjxc/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237274133281928082" style="CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6JE3Gcc5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/kqgLxWMqjxc/s320/DSC00144.JPG" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; wan qi keep using adrian's handphone and&lt;br /&gt;take simin photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6It1Ka9YI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0H7lQyLkNhI/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237273737624745346" style="CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6It1Ka9YI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0H7lQyLkNhI/s320/DSC00143.JPG" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; zhengwei... he alway say... talk to my hands.. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6IIkmx1OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kefC2-kzJfw/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237273097525122274" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="174" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6IIkmx1OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kefC2-kzJfw/s320/DSC00140.JPG" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;henderson, the other one, should be junliang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6H0AeyPvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2N308UJDQ0Q/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237272744230534898" style="CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6H0AeyPvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2N308UJDQ0Q/s320/DSC00136.JPG" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas... they found out i taking photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6Hap6aVmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DqRomXJAH6w/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237272308675663458" style="CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6Hap6aVmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DqRomXJAH6w/s320/DSC00134.JPG" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;henderson and junliang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 6/08/2008... before we change a new timetable, this wednesday is the most boring day ever, cause we have 3 maths lesson...&lt;br /&gt;before maths lesson, if i not wrong is english lesson... on that day, our english teacher never come and henderson is sick, so some of the boys sleep on the mat which located behind the classroom..&lt;br /&gt;but dun worry, is free period for us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-7742019634669960343?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7742019634669960343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-310855672676072443</id><published>2008-08-22T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:27:51.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6E525_4gI/AAAAAAAAAEE/p_nYR7k6C8I/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237269546204652034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6E525_4gI/AAAAAAAAAEE/p_nYR7k6C8I/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister... beautiful rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas.... since 4 aug till now, i have not updates single entry, if i dun blog now, sure got people say my blog die... anyway, let miie show u some picture, on 3/8/2008 my sis change handphone with miie, let miie show ur her pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;she very beautiful rite, many of my friend, after seeing her, they said we are doesn't look alike, same goes to her friends, they also said we not alike...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, she is a good sister, sometime i felt that i'm very forture to have her as my sister... eventhought we qurrel all time, just a tiny little thing, we will qurrel... but she indeed a good sister, eventhought she always scold miie or qurrel with miie, but i noe she do care miie... she very pretty and she also care miie alot... my birthday, she even buy miie a school bag as my present, i like that school bag so much.. as it was the present given by her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-310855672676072443?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/310855672676072443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=310855672676072443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/310855672676072443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/310855672676072443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SK6E525_4gI/AAAAAAAAAEE/p_nYR7k6C8I/s72-c/DSC00132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-6735707824827697385</id><published>2008-08-04T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:48:52.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today.... from my friend 分析to miie about him and miie, i realise something... i found out that maybe in the first place i never like him before.... these few days i onli cry at my maths lesson and i did not even miss him at all... only some of the fun we had in the past... till today, if ppl called his name again, i think i will not cry anymore... to miie, he might be a passerby... i did not miss he at my home... maybe i cried is just like a little chlid, when they can't get the thing, they will cry.... maybe i put in a lot on effort inside, i also wan he to pay back the some amount i put him... plus maybe, my classmates keep saying about us and make miie felt that i like him...but in fact it now a like is just a 习惯le... but now, i dunno what did i miss and why i must be so insist on him... well, i totally understand my feeling now... so i won't insist in him so much... goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-6735707824827697385?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6735707824827697385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=6735707824827697385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/6735707824827697385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/6735707824827697385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-1592068495726391095</id><published>2008-08-01T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:33:31.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so sad... dunno why, i keep crying at my maths class... today, jun liang and henderson out of sudden say out his name... to them maybe nothing but to miie is not, ican't stop thinking about him... today at every lesson i keep thinking about him, and i have to hold the tear in my eyes... is very difficult... wow, i just wish that i can forget him faster if not i will keep thinking that we might have chance together... but i know... is impossible le... is too late.. i'm so tired.. anyway.. thx zhengwei, cause he knew i sad and before abroad the bus, he ask zhi feng and anothony dun mention his name... thx.. i just hope thing will back to normal... i just wanted to ask him... have he ever like miie? maybe the answer is NO... but i won't thik so much anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-1592068495726391095?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1592068495726391095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=1592068495726391095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1592068495726391095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1592068495726391095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-4631244776057293963</id><published>2008-07-31T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:12:51.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>孤单心事----蓝又时&lt;br /&gt;雨下在我窗前&lt;br /&gt;玻璃也在流眼泪&lt;br /&gt;街上的人都看起来&lt;br /&gt;比我幸福一点&lt;br /&gt;用寂寞来测验&lt;br /&gt;还是最想要你陪&lt;br /&gt;曾一起走过的夏天&lt;br /&gt;我常常会梦见&lt;br /&gt;我猜不到&lt;br /&gt;你真正的感觉&lt;br /&gt;思念写成脸上的黑眼圈&lt;br /&gt;有的时候我宁愿&lt;br /&gt;你对我坏一点&lt;br /&gt;无法停止幻想我们的永远&lt;br /&gt;爱你是孤单的心事&lt;br /&gt;不懂你微笑的意思&lt;br /&gt;只能像一朵向日葵&lt;br /&gt;在夜里默默的坚持&lt;br /&gt;爱你是孤单的心事&lt;br /&gt;多希望你对我的诚实&lt;br /&gt;一直爱着你用我自己的方式&lt;br /&gt;我在你的心里&lt;br /&gt;有没有一点特别&lt;br /&gt;就怕你终究没发现&lt;br /&gt;我还是在你身边&lt;br /&gt;我猜不到你真正的感觉&lt;br /&gt;思念写成脸上的黑眼圈&lt;br /&gt;有的时候我宁愿&lt;br /&gt;你对我坏一点&lt;br /&gt;无法停止幻想我们的永远&lt;br /&gt;爱你是孤单的心事&lt;br /&gt;不懂你微笑的意思&lt;br /&gt;只能像一朵向日葵&lt;br /&gt;在夜里默默的坚持&lt;br /&gt;爱你是孤单的心事&lt;br /&gt;多希望你对我的诚实&lt;br /&gt;一直爱着你用我自己的方式&lt;br /&gt;爱你是孤单的心事&lt;br /&gt;不懂你微笑的意思&lt;br /&gt;只能像一朵向日葵&lt;br /&gt;在夜里默默的坚持&lt;br /&gt;爱你是孤单的心事&lt;br /&gt;多希望你对我的诚实&lt;br /&gt;一直爱着你用我自己的方式&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-4631244776057293963?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-3648511391371370178</id><published>2008-07-31T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:24:15.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i finally give up... give up two and a half year of feeling... after knowing wad he said to melvin... i cried... cried in my maths class... i know that, is not worth it... but i just can't stop myself for crying... 2 and a half years... i know even now i cry, he won't care, cause i'm not the girl he like... but if he dun like miie, can he stop caring miie... he caring to miie is hurting miie... just leave miie alone... i dun need his care... i not the type of girl that cannot take care myself... so if he also give up miie.. stop showing himself in front of miie... he do that onli let miie can't give up... i hate his kind of attitude... stop comig in front of miie... i dun need it... this is the last and only one time i will cry for him... from now on... i won't care about him and won't think about him... good bye... the people i like for 2 and a half  year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-3648511391371370178?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3648511391371370178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=3648511391371370178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/3648511391371370178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/3648511391371370178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-finally-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-4329982590001732539</id><published>2008-07-30T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:14:56.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving up</title><content type='html'>well, from my class guy there, i noe that him doesn't like miie anymore... well... maybe this decision cannot be undo... so the only thing i can do from him and stop getting hrt is to give up on him... maybe i will felt pain, maybe i will cry ut if i dun give up the feeling toward him, i will suffer a lot.... i rather now give up better than waiting for an answer that he won't be giving miie... i'm too tired... i really dunno wad he thinking about... anyone, can tell miie wad he is he thinking about? to him, am i a person who he can give up so easy? maybe it is... well, now i does not have the courage to talk to him neither i have the courage to face him... maybe one day i have the courage back... and i can face him and talk to him... the only thing i could said is sorry.. last year i thought is the class make fun of us and they use ur phone to send msg to miie.. if i noe the person is you, i will said.. i will be with you... the msg and the happy memories will alway sta with miie forever... now i regret but i can only give up u... i dun wan to be ur anything... not even friend... cause i does ot have the courage to face u... so stop caring about miie... stop ur every action towards miie... cause if u dun do that, i difficult for miie to give up... i noe it difficult to give up 2 and a half years feeling... but i will try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-4329982590001732539?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4329982590001732539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=4329982590001732539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/4329982590001732539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/4329982590001732539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/07/giving-up.html' title='giving up'/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-973429871718297488</id><published>2008-07-29T18:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:20:09.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7rT9o1iNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9dXAbiKIftA/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228374945619609810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7rT9o1iNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9dXAbiKIftA/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nerdy adrian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today adrian become nerdy... so funny... it make miie remember at setosa, jun liang 70's years hairstyle... and let miie remember i nearly drown at setosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today adrian told miie that shawn might still like miie... cos shawn told adrian that he is my GA... in fact i hope he will say in front of miie... i won't wanna be the last person to know his feeling... i dun wan to know his feeling from other people... i wan to be the first person to know... i wan be the first person know what his thinking... why can't he face to face telling miie his feeling? if he face to face told miie his feeling, i will tell him, i like him... i never stop liking him from the past two years... i try to forget him even my friends told miie to forget him, i tried.. but i noe i can lie to everybody that i already forget him... but i could not lie to myself.. i noe better than anyone else, i still like him... from the day i noe that i like him till now... i really hope that he do care miie and tell miie, his feeling.. cause i still like him and wanna to know his feeling...&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan to get hurt again... does he know that he did not tell miie his feeling is a great hurt to miie....&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan his protect.. i dun wan he alway tried to protect miie just to stop the rumous between both of us... i dun wan... i just wan to know his feeling, i just wan to be with him... eventhough i like freedom... but i can tried my best... eventhough i noe he like freedom too... but i will give up my freedom just to be with him... i still like him... does he noe that, does he still like miie? i wan to know the answer... can anyone or he told miie the answer i wan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-973429871718297488?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7rT9o1iNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9dXAbiKIftA/s72-c/DSC00130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-7865691944498430551</id><published>2008-07-29T17:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:02:20.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7pWRPIk4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mgg9o-1XJRU/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228372786216997762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7pWRPIk4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mgg9o-1XJRU/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7pPi-NlLI/AAAAAAAAADs/iqhXM5Rb3KY/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jia ying: heard no evil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ying teng: say no evil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;belinda: see no evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7pCEhhsAI/AAAAAAAAADk/cH3dFk69o-M/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228372439207096322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7pCEhhsAI/AAAAAAAAADk/cH3dFk69o-M/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amos and zhengwei half head... hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7ozgOklPI/AAAAAAAAADc/3iVtyX4IdrY/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228372188945749234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7ozgOklPI/AAAAAAAAADc/3iVtyX4IdrY/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;henderson and adrian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7omydXpOI/AAAAAAAAADU/ukEgwB0grhg/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228371970501354722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7omydXpOI/AAAAAAAAADU/ukEgwB0grhg/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7oL682ybI/AAAAAAAAADM/NjsXcsH6N-0/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228371508924434866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7oL682ybI/AAAAAAAAADM/NjsXcsH6N-0/s320/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simin and miie... hahas i nod i look white and pale... really look like ghost, so dun need to tags and say i look like ghost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7oBblNbmI/AAAAAAAAADE/uOQ1LL-_kj0/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228371328705064546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7oBblNbmI/AAAAAAAAADE/uOQ1LL-_kj0/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jia ying, ying teng and belinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is our kayating day... we had so much fun on the school bus.... we are so addicted in taking pic... here are so pic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have so much fun for the past two days.... thank a lot to KH... i learn a lot of thing from him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thing that i won't be able to learn in my life... thank to ur school... they give us to chance to learn star 1 kayat... next year, i will continued my star 2 kayat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-7865691944498430551?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7865691944498430551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-1083264620100390412</id><published>2008-07-29T17:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:49:09.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7nFIOkI8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/YGN4JDAKUVY/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228370292717659074" style="CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7nFIOkI8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/YGN4JDAKUVY/s320/DSC00090.JPG" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from MRT view... i like it so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7m2ucVUSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TVl1t31YMFg/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228370045277917474" style="CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7m2ucVUSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TVl1t31YMFg/s320/DSC00088.JPG" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handy road... what a weird name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7mIBnQ3aI/AAAAAAAAACk/3XXqCOdPPUg/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228369242970185122" style="CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7mIBnQ3aI/AAAAAAAAACk/3XXqCOdPPUg/s320/DSC00086.JPG" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a church... this church looks beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7lpWMAbTI/AAAAAAAAACc/P_ZWp-pf-KY/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228368715917061426" style="CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7lpWMAbTI/AAAAAAAAACc/P_ZWp-pf-KY/s320/DSC00085.JPG" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YMCA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7laDGvskI/AAAAAAAAACU/KUZz7-3B1y0/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228368453096682050" style="CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7laDGvskI/AAAAAAAAACU/KUZz7-3B1y0/s320/DSC00084.JPG" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgot which place is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7lJyXPBlI/AAAAAAAAACM/J_sK3yybcuU/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228368173724534354" style="CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7lJyXPBlI/AAAAAAAAACM/J_sK3yybcuU/s320/DSC00078.JPG" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YMCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7k-U6aqZI/AAAAAAAAACE/Shu9fhO9AIY/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228367976840472978" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7k-U6aqZI/AAAAAAAAACE/Shu9fhO9AIY/s320/DSC00080.JPG" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si min go crazy... ask miie to take the pic of the road sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school, si min, wan qi and me, we need to go doby gourt and buy the item for the CIP at bukit batok home for age... we meet the YMCA cheryl at the plaza singapura... wow it was so far from my school.. we spend 53min in MRT just to go to doby gourt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway here are some pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-1083264620100390412?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1083264620100390412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=1083264620100390412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1083264620100390412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1083264620100390412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-mrt-view.html' 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src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7hKLUEsNI/AAAAAAAAABk/I-5PQ7t42-I/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrian playing with the boom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7g2EImlMI/AAAAAAAAABc/4h1LK6pibVg/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228363436851107010" style="CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7g2EImlMI/AAAAAAAAABc/4h1LK6pibVg/s320/DSC00073.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si min also take their pictures, jun liang found out and start to attack her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7f_sPusUI/AAAAAAAAABU/pvgvo0bdmdE/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228362502725611842" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="168" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7f_sPusUI/AAAAAAAAABU/pvgvo0bdmdE/s320/DSC00071.JPG" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun liang and adrian... actually i wanna 偷偷拍的... but kanna jun liang 发现...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow... today i realise that i did not updates my blog... anyway let miie updates last friday thing first...&lt;br /&gt;today morning... our class guy, they playing around... it look like they are bullying henderson...&lt;br /&gt;here are some pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-8010857315177751378?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8010857315177751378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=8010857315177751378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/8010857315177751378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/8010857315177751378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/07/adrian-playing-with-boom.html' title=''/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SI7hKLUEsNI/AAAAAAAAABk/I-5PQ7t42-I/s72-c/DSC00074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-1393371684511440408</id><published>2008-07-24T18:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:52:10.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><title type='text'>happy-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SIheSLEvp3I/AAAAAAAAABM/RkuipOX7pbs/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226531033866807154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SIheSLEvp3I/AAAAAAAAABM/RkuipOX7pbs/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during maths class, i ask simin accompany go toilet and we go take picture... hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SIheBP6EpwI/AAAAAAAAABE/x_yKWiXHT4I/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226530743106447106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SIheBP6EpwI/AAAAAAAAABE/x_yKWiXHT4I/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun liang go and disturb and make the ballon fly... Zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SIhcnpMM3vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mkj7BzI78F4/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226529203705143026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SIhcnpMM3vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mkj7BzI78F4/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four ballon combine together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SIhbt8avD5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/BGngVC8PJ50/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226528212433964946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SIhbt8avD5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/BGngVC8PJ50/s320/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot who holding this ballon, but isn't this ballon look like 雪人?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SIhbVwygoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VXEQt1Y9FbA/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226527796995596546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SIhbVwygoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VXEQt1Y9FbA/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is when i take the picture before our VE teacher come in...&lt;br /&gt;simin with the ballon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas... actually nothing to post... but today in class, we guys keep playing with the ballon... hahas... when we were young, we did not play, finding back our 童年... anyway here are some of the photo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-1393371684511440408?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1393371684511440408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=1393371684511440408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1393371684511440408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/1393371684511440408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-ing.html' title='happy-ing'/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RpSlByyxHpg/SIheSLEvp3I/AAAAAAAAABM/RkuipOX7pbs/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678238470627474612.post-2797239576380831795</id><published>2008-07-23T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:44:14.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>emo-ing</title><content type='html'>why?why she keep 针对我？我都不想把事情搞大！！why she keep finding my trouble?i just wanna be friend to her, since she does not wan to cherish this friendship she dun keep finding my trouble... even my mum also think that i wrong... what make my mum think that i was wrong in the first place? i not the one who tell my teacher about it.. why am i the one who kanna scold? izzit that i so hard to let people know me? i didn't intend to make thing worst and yet my payback is untrusted... i the first place who wrong? she dun expect me, i'm fine... just stop thinking that i steal your friend, friend can't be taking away from you, is just the matter that did you treat them well, if every of your friend left you and come to me, izzit my fault, no is you, is your fault causing it... i'm so tired about all this matter.. please don't make until people thought that i'm a 狐狸精。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678238470627474612-2797239576380831795?l=miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2797239576380831795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678238470627474612&amp;postID=2797239576380831795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/2797239576380831795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678238470627474612/posts/default/2797239576380831795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-freak-imperfect.blogspot.com/2008/07/emo-ing.html' title='emo-ing'/><author><name>missfreck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16471263949228504917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
