<?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-38570010</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:59:28.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XttItUdE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;long tyme no post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so here today. nothing private will be disclosed cos of many reasons. however since arrow wants real life stuff it will be a request granted in coming times which is most likely the year after next or thee coming one. i know this may sound terribly odd or should i say weird but some things have a to be behind a bolted door. somethings cannot be said by lips nor words. and some things can never be written down. writing is one thing that hurts most. taught never to write something hurtful. if you really must, than the tongue will do the job, however the hand always can do more harm. enough about what the lessons may have taught me and by lessons i mean people or what you will name advice. advice should always be good but neither the guillable or naive might know. as for now, those unlearnt things shall be learned later in life. or maybe i'm babbling too much about such insensitive stuff but this however is sometimes too deep for just anybody to get. my closest friends are the brown and piercing arrow which upon me causes no harm and the wounded heart which hurts the most. i guess you can imagine what the scence looks like now but i'm just a light, a nice ball of burning fire so far that it can merely twinkle. this sounds no better i understand but there are many things i pretend not to understand anymore. cos what's the point of not being able to convey your message when you really need a listening ear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-7183968579329220455?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7183968579329220455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=7183968579329220455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/7183968579329220455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/7183968579329220455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-tyme-no-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avUjvNqRTR8/R15VWQHmKZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vqIw7Rn2oV8/s72-c/bleeding+leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-1756514420491425747</id><published>2007-12-11T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:02:07.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avUjvNqRTR8/R15SCQHmKYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2oextzYBA-w/s1600-h/on+a+hill+faraway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142638023143729538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avUjvNqRTR8/R15SCQHmKYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2oextzYBA-w/s320/on+a+hill+faraway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/38570010-1756514420491425747?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1756514420491425747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=1756514420491425747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1756514420491425747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1756514420491425747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avUjvNqRTR8/R15SCQHmKYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2oextzYBA-w/s72-c/on+a+hill+faraway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-141929498104872742</id><published>2007-12-11T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:00:37.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-141929498104872742?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/141929498104872742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=141929498104872742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/141929498104872742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/141929498104872742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-3727900261064306727</id><published>2007-09-05T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:40:15.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it has been a period of time since i sprouted anymore mad beans such as dao gay which i do not like. but i do like mad beans actually. i mean being crazy isn't all about the vegatables you do not wish to consume but however you can always use analogies. don't you agree with me? and if you're half curious as to why i'm so queer, can i say it's fun? now too bad i can't see your reaction for i anticipate a lame and shocked face it must be. now blabber blubber bubble cuteypet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-3727900261064306727?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3727900261064306727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=3727900261064306727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3727900261064306727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3727900261064306727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-has-been-period-of-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-1418855451932661705</id><published>2007-08-10T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:25:36.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;both my wishes came true on 9th august! God really loves me. although one wish was abit disappointing but i know He wants me to persevere and learn from it as well. thanks so much GOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-God can do great things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-1418855451932661705?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1418855451932661705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=1418855451932661705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1418855451932661705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1418855451932661705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/08/both-my-wishes-came-true-on-9th-august.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-1286852679798002235</id><published>2007-08-03T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T03:28:44.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;axia axia where are you. what's wrong with Xenon's blog?! anyways, got not much to say about him. i got a new one for Axia but it isn't perfect. so far, this is my fave skin. i like mirra's one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-1286852679798002235?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1286852679798002235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=1286852679798002235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1286852679798002235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1286852679798002235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/08/axia-axia-where-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-516204815372003183</id><published>2007-08-02T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T02:40:57.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;excited as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;xrism come to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but a bird you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;xrism not forever a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;excited as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;xaxia come to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but no you sound not well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;not fit for a beautiful belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;excited as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;xanxya come to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but then again you're angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but what i need now is happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;xylxya come to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;happy i can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;perhaps that's the name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but bore gets your fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;excited as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Axia you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Axia a star that'll shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Axia you are all mine! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-516204815372003183?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/516204815372003183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=516204815372003183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/516204815372003183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/516204815372003183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/08/excited-as-can-be-xrism-come-to-me-but.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-4017778625969520141</id><published>2007-07-31T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T02:25:20.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;can't wait till xiara and xenon become a couple and stay in the same cage! then i can finally have dearest Axia. i think i want the name Axia cos it's short simple and unique. but the thing is it sounds like Asia. haha. Prism is abit normal or weird maybe but it means alot to me and it sounds nice. Xaxia is disliked by my family member so that's out cos dun wanna offend Jesus. cos it sounds like Savior. i like the name Xavier though. xaxia is also abit awkward and hard to pronounce. altho it is the coolest, it is not too outstanding and can get boring or a bother. Axia sounds more practical and cute! but xaxia i must say is the most unique name i've ever made up. let's try to make another one that's better. xisxia sounds nice too and unique but weird to say. Xanxia is cute too. xanxia sounds much nicer than xisxia or xaxia but it's feminine. xoldxia, xoxia, xeelxia, xylxia, xyzxya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-4017778625969520141?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4017778625969520141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=4017778625969520141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4017778625969520141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4017778625969520141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/07/cant-wait-till-xiara-and-xenon-become.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-7412735685840738920</id><published>2007-07-27T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T04:01:49.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i got hee haw! the smaller version of it though, but it's still so cute! and everyone adores it. i hope to have para now how i miss him. my muammi bought me hee haw and i like it to bits. and it's extra special cos it comes from muammi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-7412735685840738920?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7412735685840738920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=7412735685840738920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/7412735685840738920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/7412735685840738920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-got-hee-haw-smaller-version-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-1670283029978968445</id><published>2007-07-26T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T01:56:29.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want heehaw! and para kuchipatchi! yay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-1670283029978968445?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1670283029978968445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=1670283029978968445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1670283029978968445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1670283029978968445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-heehaw-and-para-kuchipatchi-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-214350227924191645</id><published>2007-07-25T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:39:56.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wat colour does this come out in? welll, you know now. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-214350227924191645?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/214350227924191645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=214350227924191645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/214350227924191645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/214350227924191645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/07/wat-colour-does-this-come-out-in-welll.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-5671363890446091278</id><published>2007-07-19T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:38:43.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i walk the lonely road, with only one light in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but i can only see the ground beneath my feet, so Lord, please show me the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; i walk the lonely road with only the pillar of cloud by day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and the pillar of fire by night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's warmth is my comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i walk the lonely road alone, so who is to stalk my path &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;who is to whisper my secrets and who is to steal my poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i walk the lonely road thus no harm can it cause...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;where were you Lord, when i cried myself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;where were you Lord, when all was dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;where were you Lord, when all hope was lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;are you not alive now in my hands? i am here and as you live for if i were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;not there when you cried yourself to sleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you would have died in your sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i was there, telling you that i love you, and have always loved you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for this Lord, i love you now and forever because you first loved me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st John 4:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-5671363890446091278?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5671363890446091278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=5671363890446091278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5671363890446091278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5671363890446091278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-walk-lonely-road-with-only-one-light.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-1864690835517884604</id><published>2007-07-06T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:46:55.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;once upon a time, in a near land, there lived a alien called Pwintie. Pwintie was the oddest alien in the land as all the other beings were human. pwintie was kept by  princess named Yuforia. she had bought the alien from sinervers planet. yuforia loved pwintie to bits but pwintie was tired of being the princess's pet. he longed for his freedom. yuforia soon grew into a lady and started the hunt for a prince in which she had to marry within a year. pwintie loved yuforia too yet longed for his freedom, he decided to be a prince and marry the princess instead. pwintie summoned fairy, candidinn and told her to make him a prince that yuforia would fall in love with. the fairy did as she was told. pwintie went back to the palace as prince, Danwand. he found yuforia weeping beside his bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"what is the matter?" he asked yuforia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"pwintie is gone!" yuforia replied as she turned to see who was talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"hello. i'm prince danwand," pwintie smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yuforia immediately forgot all about pwintie and fell in love with danwand. they married soon after and lived together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;one day, yuforia was at the balcony and asked danwand, "have you ever felt that you lost something yet you don't know what it is when you feel it right beside you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pwintie knew the answer to the question. afterall, it was the fairy's doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-1864690835517884604?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1864690835517884604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=1864690835517884604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1864690835517884604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1864690835517884604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/07/once-upon-time-in-near-land-there-lived.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-8173842336286596950</id><published>2007-07-05T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T02:00:01.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what should my pillow cover be? a star shining yellow right on top, with an angelic little angel hiding beside the cross. in her hands a wand of sparkles. in the cross a beautiful red heart of love. the cross is decorated by sequins colourful and bright. the angel wears a laced dress made of fabric paint. she ties to ribbons and has a brilliant smile. this is my Christmas pillow cover. now whom shall i give it too? the one that likes crosses or the one that i copied the angel from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-8173842336286596950?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8173842336286596950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=8173842336286596950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/8173842336286596950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/8173842336286596950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-should-my-pillow-cover-be-star.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-3034989233240565828</id><published>2007-06-15T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:37:29.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidayzzz..zzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hols are for sleeping eating playing watching TV and being a couch potato? that's hols for most of us nowadays. but for me maybe not all the time. definitely not everyday! hols are for hols now ain't they? no books no words no mind boggling math questions. unfortuanately all these gotta be included. cos to students, hols r revision. half a day for revision and the rest for leisure. that's a good and well spent hol. i dun think my hols are that perfect though. time flies fast but if you have eternity in heaven with God, then what is time to men? just a measure of how old a thing is. time is nothing in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-3034989233240565828?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3034989233240565828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=3034989233240565828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3034989233240565828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3034989233240565828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/06/holidayzzzzzz.html' title='Holidayzzz..zzz'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-7111957684714101874</id><published>2007-05-17T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T02:26:51.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;this is my own world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;a place of black and white blended softly in grey. a table of grey wood and a lamp with white glass. in it a shining lamp but mere white. a storm pours blue and when it finally subsides and my resentment gone, a rainbow tears apart my dull world. the rainbow splits and germinates forming a beautiful vibrant scene. butterflies of weird species seem to flutter around the rainbow. spectrums blush out at the darkened surroundings but it never turns yellow. then, the sparks begin and the place is at it's best. below the spectrumic sky is a running river of baby blue. with crystal clear rain drops that fall upon the peaceful river that soon subsides it's flow. still as ever the rain drops ripple the pure water. suddenly the water turns stale as pale green as the bark of rotten roots. the rainbow spilts and the inner truth of that deceitful rainbow reveal it's wiles. ruby red blood rich with frowns burned from sulphuric fire poured out onto the river. it turn bitter black into maroon as if the blood had finally died. the pain in it remains and is kept as the river waters turn into a mud like concoction. i lay by the river and looked in. my beautiful refection vanishes into the grey above. the rainbow was gone. the colour stipped from my face and my soul song. now it sings as cawing and crying. i kneeled at the riverside and cried. my tears like blood fall onto the surface and turns into crystals as cold as my stone heart. the crystals would never desolve my heart remains like them. like the sugar craving to melt but held back by the cold air in white. i put my hand into the river and scooped out some. i licked it and in my mouth it tasted as sweet as honey and dark chocolate but in my stomach it was sour and bitter and i smelt the metallic smell and taste of fresh blood. i stood up and felt weak, the river was poison. i fell into the river as i lost all balance. before long, i was sucked into unconsciousness. the lamp on the table now glowed yellow. it beamed to break the blackness. the angular glass hanging from the ceiling was my precious prism. it meant all to me but it was useless now. the light beamed and broke into the prism, i felt like i was flying and light. then out shone a rainbow! the loveliest ever. and because it was from the prism, it was a genuine rainbow! the place spurred back into my colourful world where spectrums came alive! i was drawn from the river and i had a most beautiful world...my own world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Light through a Prism the Spectrum in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;God through the world and family and all you know the interest and value in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-7111957684714101874?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7111957684714101874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=7111957684714101874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/7111957684714101874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/7111957684714101874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-my-own-world-place-of-black-and.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-2399405629763113691</id><published>2007-05-08T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T03:49:33.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what has happened to this blog?!!! so weird!!! anyway smiles:) i found out afterall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-2399405629763113691?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2399405629763113691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=2399405629763113691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2399405629763113691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2399405629763113691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-has-happened-to-this-blog-so-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-5544234271326442736</id><published>2007-05-03T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T02:30:16.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;well no more weird stories for anyone to read. lost all my weirdness today. well not all but most just as ame would say i'm still weird. sigh not more mature than label anymore. ame and label went with me 2day! yay 2moro no more de so bad lorr. i think ame will say "oh that's too bad for you"! haha ok. well, actually most ppl got something they usually say. can't deny i got que dian. well no one except &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;GOD IS PERFECT!!!&lt;/span&gt; indeed. anyways, as i was saying today hasn't been nice. so lei and feels upsetting. it rained when i came home, maybe cos i lost hope and trust in the midst of my leiness but maybe it's the cool weather cos GOD loves me so!!! it wasn't heavy but a cool drizzle. why does GOD love me so much. well, HE loves me and so do I. u should too cos it concerns you life and death. so make it today-it's not too late as long as u live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-who can deny &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOD IS PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-5544234271326442736?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5544234271326442736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=5544234271326442736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5544234271326442736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5544234271326442736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-no-more-weird-stories-for-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-775079850929012589</id><published>2007-04-30T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T02:35:09.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;a new beginning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;april 30th 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i went for rededication service today. i can already prove and unbelieve some of the other religions with my history textbook! that's a relief for me. if you have doubts you could try. i really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;THANK GOD SINCERELY&lt;/span&gt; FOR ALL THE &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IMPROVEMENTS IN ACADEMIC WORK&lt;/span&gt; HE HAS GIVEN ME AND FOR THE &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREAT WEATHER REFUSING TO POUR ON ME&lt;/span&gt; AND FOR &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FRIENDS AND FAMILY THAT WERE THERE FOR ME&lt;/span&gt; AND FOR &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;HEALTH FOR MY WELLNESS&lt;/span&gt; AND FOR MY &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ABILITIES&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EACH BREATH I DRAW FROM HIM&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; i realise that those ppl that are handicap strive harder but i'm not handicap so why can't i have the same spirit to do better? i can. if handicap ppl make a big change in the world and lives all the more God will call me to do something big too. but have i tried? was i brave? no. i will try even though that terrible feeling in me. i must truly renounce the devil and love GOD with all my heart spirit body and soul!!! :) thx LORD for everything!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-775079850929012589?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/775079850929012589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=775079850929012589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/775079850929012589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/775079850929012589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-beginning-april-30th-2007-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-2223054387238901102</id><published>2007-04-25T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T02:45:31.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as the numbers slip by i seem to say, " don't leave just like that take my tears away." i feel to cry and morning breaks the broken pieces of sandy shakes. i feel the difference when tide rises i gather the info with nil surprises. nothing to know extra more, just then the old stuff, memorise like before. the beginnings gone, the here's to stay. but when the will is fianlly done, the hurt will all begin to fray. it'll be shreads by a thousand years, the earth might be gone with all it's fears. gone it will take away my tears, and brought to love will be my dears. the panic will flee, the song flies free. the poem of the people's freedom, lies in the hands of unbroken kingdom. but alas only God's kingdom can last, the rest will be shattered like glass...thrown into the burning sulphur, to die the second death to suffer. no heavenly pleasures that await, as nations of broken kingdoms gait. their earthly fame runined their game, now gone from the book. they themselves the earth did took. now gone from the book...dun believe? take a look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-2223054387238901102?l=xttitude.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-38570010.post-3959374959418019739</id><published>2007-04-24T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:23:23.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;yawns again. craziness is flying about the noisy com lab. everyone is doing something on the internet reading someone's blogs. haha :) smiles. seem to be happier today. someone is screaming loudly well nto yelling but loud anyways. haha. free time!!!! cos teacher got the time tables mixed up he thot that recess starts now yay! walking around as ppl crossing boder lines. no one reads by blog except some ppl. aysha say she'ss gonna read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-3959374959418019739?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3959374959418019739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=3959374959418019739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3959374959418019739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3959374959418019739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/yawns-again.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-7663779086881092697</id><published>2007-04-24T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T02:27:38.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;the power of God indescribable. haven't you known that you can never overestimate the power of God?!!! well, that's so true! u always underestimate Him but u can never ever overestimate for reasons you know best. God is love and love is kind and does not delight in evil. although it seems as though no one listens or hears or reads what i tell, there is that secret one that reads line by line in the silence away from men. he yearns to know more each and every day. i shall write for that one that appreciates me. the one that wants to know more about God. the one that faithfully reads each day. the one that keeps a low profile and hides in the night so that no one will notice and dream that he is even there. well, he is there. and he wants to read your dream and learn more. won't u tell him? dun reject or disappoint him cos he is there reading word for word line by line yearning to know evermore. if u can give him such knowledge and let him know u are there and u care, he will be grateful. this is the expression of love from God. expressions go wrong in english assignments but they never go wrong with God's love. you can help Him express it so that he will know you think of him and you know that he, a hide away, is still in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;existance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-7663779086881092697?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7663779086881092697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=7663779086881092697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/7663779086881092697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/7663779086881092697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/power-of-god-indescribable.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-620626217100729854</id><published>2007-04-23T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T02:26:26.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;keeping one blog updated in already ma fan. imagine having 4 or more! whew! anyways, i will work on one. dream big indeed. but dun do things that overpower you. do those that are pursued as dreams. science exams are this friday. so fast. hmm, wonder what'll it'll be? hard? maybe not. maybe yes. i can read the whole science book topics for our exam in 1 hour or so. is that long? next time i'll know how long i need so i can prepare in advance. it's a gd way of knowing how much time u really need. so everyone pray hard and study hard. rest well and play well. eat well too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-620626217100729854?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/620626217100729854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=620626217100729854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/620626217100729854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/620626217100729854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/keeping-one-blog-updated-in-already-ma.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-8125218212046721690</id><published>2007-04-20T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T02:51:42.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;things that seem to scare...i share with only worthy people to read this. well, actually no one will actually bother for reasons you know best. is it right to book ppl for some things? well yes. but sometimes i find some things that all people(including me) so unreasonably. sometimes i should say. the things i think about run thru my mind and no one knows but GOD. i feel so upset that some ppl just don't understand. you should be reasonable for ppl to like you. GOD is just and impartial thus reasonable. learn your lesson today-and i'm not just talking about naughty children but about young and old. ask yourself what you have done that's unreasonable and unlikable unless you feel GOD approves. sometimes HE does but to students, it is always differeent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;what i write here you and all can see and criticise and scold. but what i write in my diary concerns everyone i know about and not all the time comments but who could scold or reprimand in a paper based object? and who but GOD can possivly scold in my mind? who i ask? who? no one but GOD can reprimand me for my thoughts of bad and evil. thought that always run with sceptism but know that what i think, you can never punish me for!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever fear i have of stating things to the world, now only God can determine. becos of Him, my fear shall subside. whatever adults will say about me, all that they criticise me off, why shall i take to heart when GOD deosn't? for example: i gave him my words of concern and love-he rejected it and made me fearful. cruel? what have i done that you get the right to scare me? i must proclaim so and conquer my fears all with the help of only trustworthy GOD. no one i allow but GOD to judge me. reprimand and punish-GOD is the only truthful judge///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-8125218212046721690?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8125218212046721690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=8125218212046721690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/8125218212046721690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/8125218212046721690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-that-seem-to-scare.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-5640100022112348912</id><published>2007-04-19T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:39:15.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;this is the message to be conveyed inward and never outward:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;dearest Chella Latte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;this is what i say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've been thinking much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i have thot as such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;you brighten up my frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;u tore apart my gown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;this can i forgive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;this you never bothered to relieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;sighing away for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;running away with Calluu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;the things i wanna say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;the things done today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;this is quite lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;just like Calluu it's name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;she never thot of dreamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;she only thinks of singin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i told her once open up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;she told me double cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;with one big whack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i knew she snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i disappeared never to be seen again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh what she did to me by refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Annabelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-5640100022112348912?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5640100022112348912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=5640100022112348912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5640100022112348912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5640100022112348912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-message-to-be-conveyed-inward.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-1487914602855160226</id><published>2007-04-18T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:45:44.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm so worned out...tired of school...tired of people...tired of work...tired of exercise. in short there is one word that describes it. not exactly tired of living but maybe tired of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;tired of the world....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;what an exhausting week. nothing to be done and yet your mind is just tired of thinking. 2moro there's that big long run that i tried out once and almost died...2moro...imagine ;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-1487914602855160226?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1487914602855160226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=1487914602855160226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1487914602855160226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1487914602855160226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-so-worned-out.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-5518538509212195175</id><published>2007-04-17T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:17:42.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;in sekolah now. tired and drained mentally and physically. ain't that nice as what ppl say sec is. yawn. next year i might appreciate it and then go on wishing that i was sec 1 again...normal kinda stuff. just like prischool. bored tired and freaked out and stressed out. 2 ppl sitting beside me now.one named Asula and the other Aliza! well must protect their identity just like meeee. yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;little mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-5518538509212195175?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5518538509212195175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=5518538509212195175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5518538509212195175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5518538509212195175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-sekolah-now.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-6112156609214187699</id><published>2007-04-17T02:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T02:40:48.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHANGED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-6112156609214187699?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6112156609214187699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=6112156609214187699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/6112156609214187699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/6112156609214187699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/changed.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-2544593677957780302</id><published>2007-04-17T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T02:22:23.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;yawn...tired...my legs aching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-2544593677957780302?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2544593677957780302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=2544593677957780302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2544593677957780302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2544593677957780302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-6657513690176984420</id><published>2007-04-16T19:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:12:55.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;in the com lab now...PW done 2. but will it get completed? doubt so. never does and i'm tired of doing it all by myself...no ideas for a story today but a whole lot of rhymes. being a poet would be ok i guess but not up to it i should think. anyways i dunno what i'll really be. and why worry about so far future? but planning is important. anyways, u need a goal. God will guide me. He has His will for my life. i shall follow His will. what if i have to be a missionary??!!! wow tough. i dunno. never took interest in that and never been on a mission trip b4. doesn't matter lah. when the time comes all will be fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-quiet, can't you hear the silence?so tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-6657513690176984420?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6657513690176984420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=6657513690176984420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/6657513690176984420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/6657513690176984420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-com-lab-now_9567.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-1630044399186250453</id><published>2007-04-16T19:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:12:52.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;in the com lab now...PW done 2. but will it get completed? doubt so. never does and i'm tired of doing it all by myself...no ideas for a story today but a whole lot of rhymes. being a poet would be ok i guess but not up to it i should think. anyways i dunno what i'll really be. and why worry about so far future? but planning is important. anyways, u need a goal. God will guide me. He has His will for my life. i shall follow His will. what if i have to be a missionary??!!! wow tough. i dunno. never took interest in that and never been on a mission trip b4. doesn't matter lah. when the time comes all will be fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-quiet, can't you hear the silence?so tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-1630044399186250453?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1630044399186250453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=1630044399186250453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1630044399186250453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1630044399186250453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-com-lab-now_7631.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-4367615634983836836</id><published>2007-04-16T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:12:29.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;in the com lab now...PW done 2. but will it get completed? doubt so. never does and i'm tired of doing it all by myself...no ideas for a story today but a whole lot of rhymes. being a poet would be ok i guess but not up to it i should think. anyways i dunno what i'll really be. and why worry about so far future? but planning is important. anyways, u need a goal. God will guide me. He has His will for my life. i shall follow His will. what if i have to be a missionary??!!! wow tough. i dunno. never took interest in that and never been on a mission trip b4. doesn't matter lah. when the time comes all will be fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-quiet, can't you hear the silence?so tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-4367615634983836836?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4367615634983836836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=4367615634983836836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4367615634983836836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4367615634983836836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-com-lab-now_16.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-4360896975818229662</id><published>2007-04-16T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:12:14.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;in the com lab now...PW done 2. but will it get completed? doubt so. never does and i'm tired of doing it all by myself...no ideas for a story today but a whole lot of rhymes. being a poet would be ok i guess but not up to it i should think. anyways i dunno what i'll really be. and why worry about so far future? but planning is important. anyways, u need a goal. God will guide me. He has His will for my life. i shall follow His will. what if i have to be a missionary??!!! wow tough. i dunno. never took interest in that and never been on a mission trip b4. doesn't matter lah. when the time comes all will be fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-quiet, can't you hear the silence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-4360896975818229662?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4360896975818229662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=4360896975818229662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4360896975818229662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4360896975818229662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-com-lab-now.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-1237079555134640009</id><published>2007-04-10T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T02:14:00.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;the time of sadness and grief has yet to pass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;her eyes ran red. tears dripped blue. the silhouette of eyelids shone silver. the pupils dark white stained old yellow. each teardrop a precious gem. tenth of them pure gold. twelveth amythyst white. three scarlet ruby and ten sapphire sea. there were a few bark emeralds and pearls covered in leave sap and slime. the rest were countless crystals. among teh crystals coloured diamonds appeared too real to be false. why were her tears so colourful? why was sadness not gloom and just plain black? why did it possess such beautiful and interesting colours? that is because sadness is created by beautiful illusions that deceived her. when she finally found out, she cried. the sadness was formed by many things represented by colour-interesting things or so they seemed. they were elusive but to everyone's dismay interesting too. sadness was never all that meek and black. from my perspective- interesting range of precious things that seemed so unreal and precious to people. in the end, they find out it is all false and lose the lovely things-that is sadness in the real world. the gloom and black is just what's left after you cry-nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;but those treasures that fall out of your eyes are gone, all those good things gone from the inside of you. relief then takes it's place. and that relief is GOD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-1237079555134640009?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1237079555134640009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=1237079555134640009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1237079555134640009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1237079555134640009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-of-sadness-and-grief-has-yet-to.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-7855892091900558095</id><published>2007-04-09T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T02:59:29.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;today there isn't much of a story to tell. a story not of a fairytale or princess but just of a old wrinkled man living beyond the mountains with his little girl. he was already 70+ but he had to slave to feed this girl of his. it belonged to his children but his children abandoned the girl and fled. the girl is was only 1 then and had no one to take her in. she was wrapped in sack cloth and left behind the bins in the deserted alley to rot. gratefully, her grandfather found her and took her home safely. his saving were little and never enough to feed 2 mouths. so he took up a job at the baker. he also gathered fire wood to sell but couldn't earn much. they just got by and had to scrimp and save. this girl grew to become intelligent and loving. she was an ideal child that parents would please. unlike the rich kids in the town that were rebellious and selfish, she asked just for the love of her grandfather. she wasn't angry at her parents when they came back to take her away. they came back as they regretted their thoughtless actions before. they took the girl away and left a fortune to the old man. the old man didn't want them to take the girl away but he was not in the right of holding her down. she had a brighter future with her parents. and the old man could finally live well. he was glad that he took her in and gave her a poor life, if not she might have not been this girl she was today had she died or been rich with her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;this old man accomplished much when he was old. bringing up a little girl. poor people do strive harder and better than rich people and those well to do. they take things for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;God let us live fortuanate lives. do not take things for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-7855892091900558095?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7855892091900558095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=7855892091900558095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/7855892091900558095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/7855892091900558095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-there-isnt-much-of-story-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-2357250396818593024</id><published>2007-04-04T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T03:10:18.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;now on to my silly little stories that are true depends on the way u interpret it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;the most shining and beautiful wagon i've ever came across. well not exactly a wagon but more like a circus drawn horse carriage. why circus horse? the horses are white and died pink too! they have jingly bells all around their necks and hoofs. they have bright coloured bows of hot pink and maroon and vibrant saddles of golden blue. their horsey hoofs polished with silver star dust. the carriage itself made of solid gold and planted in gooey feathers. inside, a lavish red curtain sprinkled with diamonds and chrysoprase. the fluffy cotton fibre pillows studded with chrysolite and amythyst. the paint made of amber scrapings and the door frame of sapphire, ruby and bronze. lastly, the windows encrusted with beautiful emerald stones. this was the wagon i went to school in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;as lavish as the driver shall decribe it, it was just a car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-2357250396818593024?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2357250396818593024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=2357250396818593024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2357250396818593024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2357250396818593024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-on-to-my-silly-little-stories-that.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-3810935726338196592</id><published>2007-04-03T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T02:25:38.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;thinking... thinking...&lt;strong&gt;bolder than you can dream...a sanctuary of dreams how beautiful and dazing...sounds like cheery daisy...? cheery? i should think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;lets get on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;lets see, a carzy story to tell u on the word-no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm little and small. what every human being addresses as a alienic children. i say nonono in my lang. but they say yesyeysyes in theirs. i dun understand exactly wat they trying to tell me nonono but anyways. my besteest fren in June planet said that yesyesyes means "go away now!" i felt rejected! unwanted by those little aliens on planet Dirthgug. but then i will go back and say yesyesyes. and they will cry to their king, Discus. i did so but they smiled! they said i was "possitife"! what does that mean? my besteest fren, named Kiss, told me that they meant naughty! how could they those cruel ppl! how could they i moaned loudly in dreaded terror. now i went back and said possiltife back to them. they smiled greatly and hugged me. they now say a new word "prefecrt". this i knew what it meant: in my lang it means noble and humble child. i was inspired created! they said gd stuff about me. i returned to June planet and told Kiss all that i heard. she kissed my cheek and replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;" now dearest alienic child, you have learned that no one is PERFECT..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;her voiced trailed off and she ran away. i never saw her again. but never once shall i understand what perfect means. to me it is thy opposite of "prefecrt"...which is trouble maker! i cried and begun to feel love for dirthgug planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-3810935726338196592?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3810935726338196592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=3810935726338196592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3810935726338196592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3810935726338196592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/04/thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-3727189755571665213</id><published>2007-03-30T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:22:41.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;the music played on and on as little child sat among the silent audience. appreciating his art of music the violin she knew she herself couldnt find her talent. sad, she drifted into a daze thinking about her talent-then she knew that it was GOD that had her talent for her. she'll wait. suddenly, the music gave her a heart attack as it rose. the people clapped and roared but she sat still and rudely unable to comply, she left the rules laid down as they were told to her- don't clap to be safe...there was more with that short skirt of hers. there was more to tell but not the appropriate time she thought quickly- later perhaps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-3727189755571665213?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3727189755571665213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=3727189755571665213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3727189755571665213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3727189755571665213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/music-played-on-and-on-as-little-child.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-7901390594322002644</id><published>2007-03-28T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T03:12:21.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is like my most updated blog cos i like to make up stories and post here but of course my stories r some what real.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and isn't it gd that it is somewhat real? anyway, that's not the point. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;some ppl have stopped ignoring me now. actually it's afterall mainly one person i'm referring to and u can be sure tt it's not u if u know in ur heart tt u dun ignore me as i think u do. anyways, that person stopped which i'm glad and gave me a gd reason. that i know in the first place. label told me something hilarious today. not bout her but to me it's funny and i dunno nice to hear? today my topic bout GOD is that every day is a new beginning so u shouldn't dwell on past mistakes and successes but should plan for today alone and sometimes for near future but for ur death u should plan right away afterall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;the sunrise gives hope to ppl and to me it's the main meaning and not the beautiful sun i'm talking about. it's the true meaning and abit of the nice scenery but not all. the light is hope as well- a beautiful prism of colours of the rainbow shining thru the land. altho blocked by a building- the extraordinary imagination GOD has given me helps me see into what may appear somewhat- SPECIAL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-7901390594322002644?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7901390594322002644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=7901390594322002644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/7901390594322002644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/7901390594322002644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-like-my-most-updated-blog-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-2863871791220169309</id><published>2007-03-27T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T03:08:52.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;relax...can I? u tell me...u r more experinced in this phase of reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;there r times as i wait...u disappoint me...as i look for u, u disappear fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm envious(the crime of a lifetime) accommodation for GOD and frens but never the devil but do u wanna come in?-no. " no time available for this little kid" i think u thought so at least once. but think again...ok can't remember what other spelling word there r but this is quite true even so. AEE is getting more n more fun! but mayb not. when u see bad grades for it afterall... fan rong mao yi xiang jiao xi bo chuan gang ting bo xi re ye mu chui mu ming er lai...and then u start to memorise it decode it for some weird reason u just dun get it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-:():-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-2863871791220169309?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2863871791220169309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=2863871791220169309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2863871791220169309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2863871791220169309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/relax.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-6495030457431993778</id><published>2007-03-27T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T03:01:53.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is so not growing up but who cares...well least not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;shawna mae has lost her zest for life...me? mayb. shawna mae does not like bio class which she use to like...and me? well, in the first place, i dun like bio. not tt i dun like just tt i dun like physics more and bio's not as bad but never had the best passsion for it. ART- passion for it seriousness not fit! looking blurly outa window i begin to think again, my purpose remains tho. the world out there can't hold me as i'll slip away in the darkest nights when no one bothers to care bout me. and disappear into the woods never to come back alive...becos u tell me how can i survive out there? can't suvive like ahma. sigh...depression. i bet she ignored me again. i really dun get this ignoring thing! why can't somebody stop ignoring me like pei pei. she doesn't ignore my calls for help nor my irritable side of me. but then ppl do. my best frens dun but some older ones that i like will...mayb cos i'm really dying in the world out there...too childish...too weak...not the one...i shall understand as tears fall from my fountain of hurt and dread. i'm this way...nice this way...GOD made me this way...accept it cos i'm this way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-6495030457431993778?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6495030457431993778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=6495030457431993778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/6495030457431993778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/6495030457431993778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-so-not-growing-up-but-who-cares.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-5129004017346580544</id><published>2007-03-26T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T03:36:52.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my story for final telling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;quiet! silence! in the serenity of the dumbfounded nature of human environment--in the classroom with roudy gals shrouding the place. i said one single word and silence zipped through the entire class, even the teacher didn't make a sound. a few stared wide eyed at me. some shook harder and then fell down dead. another fainted and turned navy blue. the little girl sitting at the back of the class screeched but no sound was heard except for faintful expression on every other child's face. janny's turned pale blue while carin's turned red with fury. katena's turned white gold and shawna mae's turned purple green. kelkeda's was a shocking pink as phoenisa's transformed into the rosiest pink. shocked with my dirtied self, i withdrew from the class utmost attention into the dark hole i hid in forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what have i said made me do things undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i can shall not ever never say unsay those these little large unfaithful bad magistic words ever again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-5129004017346580544?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5129004017346580544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=5129004017346580544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5129004017346580544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5129004017346580544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-story-for-final-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-3374725352645619627</id><published>2007-03-26T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T03:22:14.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;free to live my life the way i wanna, but i decided when i was younger to live it acccording to GOD which means the bible. i think i've failed many a time to do so. drenched in disgrace, forgiven in soul but then what can i do to amend? never tried, once did so but then again...sometimes His ways i dun ever understand but i know He's been here all thy while living beside me as i live for Him alone now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i did well in math all cos of God and my trust in Him. all cos of a Christian fren He willed me to meet and now tt fren has helped me much and i wanna thank her...Pei Ling. thx :) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;so now all the other frens of mine in 1E, help me fulfil my purpose in this class that God has put me in. i'm part of a BIGGER plan. altho i dun wanna accept the fact that i'm in this class. but as time goes by, being important and part of a bigger plan does me and my non-Christian frens much better gd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i dunno if this will come true but first to change your hearts mindset in the tense mind of myself. fear of mere embarassment but i know i shall try...in the end GOD willed...you know why and which path is now best to choose. the decision is forever yours to keep but if you keep the wrong decision...you will lose your life unable to keep it forevermore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;so shall believe me and trust me for this is the thing that i know i speak the truth and not liable to lies and deceivement. out stretch that hand to you today...tell me when you need a weapon to fight away all evil...PRAYER THE MOST POWERFUL WEAPON that GOD can give you and i can PRAY for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;THE ONE AND ONLY TRUE GOD BLESSES HIS CHILDREN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-3374725352645619627?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3374725352645619627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=3374725352645619627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3374725352645619627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3374725352645619627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/free-to-live-my-life-way-i-wanna-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-2035048686992016844</id><published>2007-03-24T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T06:01:36.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;hardly a story to tell as lil gena sat infront of mrs lily. it was late at night and far past bedtime for lil kids tt live in the outcoasts. "time for bed," mrs lily persuaded gena to sleep. gena shook her head and continued doing her homework. "too much to do,"she complained repeatedly and mrs lily finally gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;it was at midnight when gena finally finished her work and finished her essay of her late night up. she was proud of it even though it was most mundane. "don't worry about whether miss kk will like it," mrs lily comforted gena as she laid on her soft quilted bed. the lit candle was blown out and gena soon fell into her most wonderful dreams...or nightmares about her little mundane story that miss kk had to bear with for about an hour the next day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday...SUNDAY A TIME ALL FOR GOD IN CHURCH AND 4EVA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-2035048686992016844?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2035048686992016844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=2035048686992016844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2035048686992016844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2035048686992016844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/hardly-story-to-tell-as-lil-gena-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-4255355685682879448</id><published>2007-03-22T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T02:41:47.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;back to the real world...no more of those retarded stuff which are actually kinda true in a way. guess who that little child is...me. isn't tt sad? me! sigh -_-". that doll was actually my fren...my best fren (not bestest). and that small ding dong bell is my best fren too! and that teenage doll is my cousin sister and that beautiful most lovely in a dream silver gleaming flute...left upon the table where the math paper is now(tt means u have to guess who the flute is). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok...back to the real word really. i wanna feel more of GOD's beautiful love, dun deprive me of faith. and i feel sad when Christians i know dun respect GOD as they should. dun anyhow use HIS name! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;today's thurs! yay! no yay? sigh... next week got 4 tests!!! so many!!! oh great! i forgot to write bout my baby cousin gal. not a baby tho. but to me mayb. her name as queen leanora calls it is shermaine but i dun think so. the queen ant is so cute and of course lil sis. they r like the cutest in the family besides the seniors(which r not elderly they r my cousin sisters(tts wat my family calls em altho i dun think it's the correct term)) and also not my other side which has kim in it. kim is lovely too looks liek lotsa ppl. i have this thing bout sayin lotsa ppl look like lotsa other ppl. tt's true accept for some so unique ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;whew...bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-4255355685682879448?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4255355685682879448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=4255355685682879448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4255355685682879448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4255355685682879448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-real-world.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-5732002802566807651</id><published>2007-03-22T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T02:28:40.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;the thing wish i canded sei is thee ane tt has too bie seied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;the dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;the little child sitting on a plastic chair cms high. infront laid a paper on a plastic table cms high. the paper---- math it said solemnly with bold printed words. "well," she told herself sadly. then what can i say now? caring and kind? nag and whack? pat and hug? "most caring, ain't tt why?" the little doll with black curls prompted. "always nagging," the little child chided her small ding dong bell. "not caring not kind but prettiest...cutest at the very least," the little child explained with a innocent smile. the little child went up to her teenage doll standing upon the table where the paper laid. she took the doll by the hand and asked, " caring and kind? are you?!" she persuaded an answer so meek. "no, unfortuanately..."the doll's nice voice trailed off. the little flute with tunes to play replied, "this doll infront of you ain't caring ain't kinder...she's sSaAdDiIsStTiIcC." "huh?" asked the little child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;" SADISTIC" the silver flute so brightly replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;"as if it was a gd thing," the teenage doll replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;the little child was retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-5732002802566807651?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5732002802566807651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=5732002802566807651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5732002802566807651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5732002802566807651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/thing-wish-i-canded-sei-is-thee-ane-tt.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-8651484399879038275</id><published>2007-03-21T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T03:29:23.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;there...math...over...finally...yay...not so soon...not too late either...wednesday...the week ends here...to the eccentric me...names made up...over...me...crazee child...only me...talkin to ammeline...on the phone...call label...soon...math question...ans mine too...see you then...tomorrow soon...too soon...over...GOD's will...accept the fact...gd plan...dun bother it...gd reason...not to understand...to HIM...i LOVE...so yah...explaination...wiver...faded water colour;;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-8651484399879038275?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8651484399879038275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=8651484399879038275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/8651484399879038275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/8651484399879038275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/there.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-2792410652849225525</id><published>2007-03-19T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T02:57:08.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;blogged in class blog about GOD to ONE E and all those still lost alone in their own world of fearful creatures-creatures that fear GOD most!!! they take your life but actually it's up to you to give it up so u decide for i have made my choice and i wanna stand strong in it hopefully i can and will! i know it's very hard but then...someday, u have to realise THE WAY THE TRUTH AND THE LIFE...someday if not the time of you death. when for Christians: the new life of everlasting GOD and joy and no sorrow no pain! that will be perfect. afterall GOD is PERFECT!!! for me and for all. know it now...i know that i'm part of a bigger plan...knew it  before i was told...i was told by GOD...in the beginning...live this new life all my frens out there!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-2792410652849225525?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2792410652849225525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=2792410652849225525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2792410652849225525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2792410652849225525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogged-in-class-blog-about-god-to-one.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-5727423187321088578</id><published>2007-03-14T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:28:27.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;as if the mornings ain't enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;a bright egg fried day with the noisy chirping of my pet bird. tired and worn out from last night, i slept late into the morning. when i woke once more, it was 8.30! i rushed out of bed and got changed into my normal clothes(as if there was any abnormal ones). i took up the tea cup that was actually big and not tea like, and poured it whole into my mouth. there were ten slices on the table each not described. i took two and finished em within seconds. next i took out teh math book and scribbled illiterate stuff over the  jotter. once done, i fumbled for the answers and almost cried. there i was with some stupid problem sums that i couldn't do(altho its common sense). i kept the book on the messiest pile and hope to forget about it all. but couldn't/ then came ting xie. i flipped thru the book almost tearing it apart! scanned thru it and got some in my head as for the rest it's sat. then, the geog stuff. did some using common sense( as if i had any). finally eng! vocab i like to do but they dun get in my head so never use em until a year later or so. i placed my vocab book nicely and neatly in my fave cabinet and for the rest left em on the wooden table that was sturdy enough to hold all the big heavy books. especially math and science that happen to be subjects i dun really like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;at least i was done for the day altho it was merely a dreamy morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-5727423187321088578?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5727423187321088578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=5727423187321088578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5727423187321088578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5727423187321088578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-if-mornings-aint-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-5731953753709948478</id><published>2007-03-14T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:18:20.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;you never knew what being abandoned means but feeling forgotten is worse, and can you imagine what it's like to be forbidden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;this story of a child, a little girl named Sabeliel Mil, for short Sab, knows what it's like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;she was the smallest smartest girl in class in primary one but that was all in the past. now she's a new, profounded refounded teenage girl in sec one! "so now you must be the smartest again, tops at least," her mother reminded her as she left for the first day of school which was 3 months ago. now she had her continual assessment marks back in the progress report and she took it home half satisfied. her mother took it from her and read it. then, her happy pink face turned red and purple and poor sab's turned navy blue. " what kind of marks are these!" she yelled into sab's little half deaf ear. "sorry mother, but i tried my best!" in fact, she got higher than all her friends and did relatively very well! but as her mother was the smartest for like ever, she wanted perfection from her children. sab was dumbfounded as she sat on the parquet floor in her room. her marks were good enough to win countless praises from friends and teachers but mother would never understand. "i'm use to it anyway. since day 1 i've been." she whispered to herself. she was used to it indeed but then, was she to endure it throughout the big leap from p6 to sec1? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;that's how it feels to be abandoned forbidden and forgotten. just by a loved one, it hurts most...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-5731953753709948478?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5731953753709948478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=5731953753709948478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pouring outside and almost time to leave but for the sake of my friend i stayed on for a little while more. then, i left. it was cold in the wagon where there were no proper windows. just canvas dragged over to keep the rain out. it was quiet out there as it was late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soon, the wagon pulled up at the train station. the coal run train was awaiting but not for me. i ran through the rain and finally reached shelter. but the shelter couldn't hold out the thundering rain so i was drenched anyhow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my fellow friends were there all before me. they had taken the express train and the long wagon. the service wagon was much faster though. our leaders were not there either. only the us. we waited as the cold wind and rain wet our faces and hair. finally, they arrived! each had an umbrella with them and a glass bottle of the latest formulated drink. they had saved up to buy it specially for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as we splashed in the flooded zone, we got wet again. at the house, we sat on the floor to dry. they told us that the ordered food called dough, was going to reach late. as we sat there watching some ppl perform to entertain us, the food came. i called it 'Variety Dough'. but to all the others it was known as "pittsa". they liked it alot. as the time passed, we soon finished off the night and left in our little wagons in the pouring rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-2747325183997223781?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-38570010.post-1793655949788371627</id><published>2007-03-09T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T02:34:06.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-1793655949788371627?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1793655949788371627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=1793655949788371627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1793655949788371627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1793655949788371627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-4851269376918421384</id><published>2007-03-08T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:27:36.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a tormenting day as i can describe it: well this isn't though just the only word i can use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started off pretty well. a nice hot cup of milo and a luncheon meat and bread. and a bowl of mashed egg with sauce. sounds yummy but when you're eating it at the break of dawn, it doesn't taste as pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;the next thing to come, was the wooden wagon. made of pure bark sprayed silver bronze. a lovely wagon indeed. a little lady at one side and the other to fan the heat from my face. i sat at front of the wagon but not with control of the noisy horses.&lt;br /&gt;soon, i reached school, an old torn down building that was half dead and half alive cos of the children in it. my sister went off to her classroom with rottening wooden tables and chairs. i slept a little in the wagon as it bumped along the dusty and rocky clay road.&lt;br /&gt;the sun was beaming as i entered the city. soon enough, i was at the turf ready to run. the little houses we had were named yackore, sillson, mackonn and deie. i was in yackore. i started trodding over the mud as soon as the flute started to play. the distance was long about 4 kashbits but i ran and walked. i trodded over piled high mud and mountains that stood in the way. i walked lazily as my feet failed me. they stopped and so had i. my friend was already half to the end of the horizon while i was far behind trying to find the Walker Family. unfortuanately all i could see were the Heeder family and the Spanster family. they were all before me at about 1 kashbit.&lt;br /&gt;at the end, i collapsed onto the clay broke floor as i spoke gasping for air to my fren, Mary from the Spanster family. she talked and walked about pouring water everywhere as the clay dissolved and fell to bits. metal mentle showed. i yawned.&lt;br /&gt;the cheers of high were  loud indeed. they scremed and yell forever. but we lost even so for our voice so hoarse and word so lame. at last gone home.&lt;br /&gt;to lunch cried Mary's dad from the Limbo family. they were great athletes hadden you known? they like to take me out for luncheon and send me back in their grey painted wagon with only a small donkey. they athletes had no need for large wagons and horses.&lt;br /&gt;luncheon was a plate of glutinous rice and old meat. mary had a dish of hot sauce and grainey peas known to the Limbo family as rice. i ate tried some. phew so plain it was. no taste. what a lunchon she had. we also had cubed cake made of pure carrot and black sauce. it was great! when you ate it with a envy fok. it tasted delicate indeed.&lt;br /&gt;then, i was back at home to study. on my blue painted peeling chipped table, i took out my book made of paper yellow with age. and the most advanced writing instrument, the pencicule. it was made of a material called lead found in gold mines! i like it. mine is painted brown and blue. they are so expensive that i can only afford one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hearing my day........typed by the advanced computer back then when pencils were expensive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-4851269376918421384?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-38570010.post-4392133339765492469</id><published>2007-03-07T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T02:05:40.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is a letter written to Peng You and Jia Ting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today was not so great! cos of a test that was super confusing and i didn't know how to do cos i didn't understand it and there wasn't enough time!!! :( usually on weds i can't write in my blog but God said that today is the right time and He allowed it and it really works! coolest! patience and persistance and the voice of the one and only Almighty Lord, my Father and Bestest Friend ever! i got my dad a present! it is my specially own designed notebook and i used my sign and my diff designs for the pages! it looks kinda weird for the cover but the inside is better. the notebook and materials are cheap but the workdone has no price as it is my original, unique creation and my work so there's no price for it. if i just got a plain notebook, it wouldn't be as meaningful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ok i think the week has ended soon so bye for now... and will i survive 2moro's cross country race? might be one of the last 20. sigh. might not even complete it! hope it doesn't rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sincerely Label&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-4392133339765492469?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4392133339765492469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=4392133339765492469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4392133339765492469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4392133339765492469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-letter-written-to-peng-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-2217587411582409165</id><published>2007-03-06T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T01:38:24.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the printed letter of Star...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to all the people of Starlla's frens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today a day to remember. a day of designing indeed. guess wat! a day of design briefs and tattered and torn recipes! a day of unwanted algebraic expressions, a day of formulas and arithmetic! a day of heart breaking scenes found in the classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    a day of results of little experiments. tests, practically great for me. progress for the terms of maths. got the big unfolded reports back in a plastic sheet, kindly put together by a kind enough teacher. the sheets were tattered, sheets were torn but the folder of thin linen-like plastic remained intact as it got black and dirty after being cried on by little pupils... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   the eyes of pupils pinned on their marks. those that remained scarring them for life! they cried a tear and they tore them apart but netheless, the dun care attitude always is a trademark for any school girl. a girl of fearsome thots, more like a girl of carefree days. sec school, the worst time for exams and frens...sec school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    when all the kinds of pressures set in, just like chemicals waiting to explode and kill you. the chemistry memorising is a torture to the sec 3's. lit the lamp for sec oners. and of course immense pressure for sec 2s. the sec 4s have more to worry than to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    now, everyone thinks it's peer pressure, but diff then that. it's all pressure. it's one word that all will say: "sigh"! never did i ever utter that word in the dwellings of pri school when all was well. but poor sec school students describe school with only one word: "sigh"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"SIGH!" is that one word i call school/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-2217587411582409165?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2217587411582409165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=2217587411582409165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2217587411582409165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2217587411582409165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/printed-letter-of-star.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-3732401877634478631</id><published>2007-03-05T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:37:45.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;the time has comed...monday back again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;is there such word comed? dun think so anyways...today i watched such a touching show during art lessons. well, touching for one lady at least. she sang a cute tissue paper song. and when she got bored, she sang GOD's song!!! and that made her feel very happy!!! she really has true love for GOD. despite the troubles she has, she still loves GOD and is satisfied with what she has. she even says she is so blessed to have such a loving GOD. what she said was amazing! that great love for GOD is sooooo powerful! altho, i'm well to do and is so much more fortuanate, all we have is complain after complain which is such a disgrace and yet, she who has nothing, doesn't blame anyone but praises and thanks GOD!!!*** this is truely amazing love. who in this world can compare? many out there poor and sick are like that too. remember how much GOD has blessed you with HE'll bless you with even more!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;the child of GOD-the child whom LOVES GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-3732401877634478631?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3732401877634478631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=3732401877634478631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3732401877634478631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3732401877634478631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-has-comed.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-4260199344018360673</id><published>2007-03-02T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:18:25.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;finally, age after age has passed, i'm old now. well, not a child anymore at least. i'm now still young but not so maybe. sigh. can't get into yahoo nor hotmail! weird! anyway, marks were not that gd to me but to others some think gd some think bad some think ok. to me, bad. so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-4260199344018360673?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4260199344018360673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=4260199344018360673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4260199344018360673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4260199344018360673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-age-after-age-has-passed-im-old.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-4775683850288175126</id><published>2007-02-27T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:40:28.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;half an hour left! cool! half an hour to rite bout GOD just like that i can spend time with Him. actually not counted lah but still...today has been a more significant day than yesterday. we cooked cheese macaroni and it turned out  fine. i lit the stove for the first time ever! and i needed help still...-_-". sigh. anyway, i have still no idea wat to cook for the design brief with only a week left to think. i'm not gonna think the whole week tho. i'll make a simple recipe of chicken rice! but that's be just chicken and rice. no big deal not standin out. how?! someone tell me wat simple outstandin dish i can cook?! pls help!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok...back to GOD. ky says she's proud of me for havin that dream but it aint just the dream. how am i to fulfil it? somehow perhaps. on the class blog! i'll type all the stuff i wanna tell the class there and hopefully that's legal. it should be afterall the creator of the blog is a Christian so she'll understand. that is one simple way but that's if anyone reads the blo. actually hardly anyone reads this blog. ariel's blog is more popular among her frens. ammeline's one is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok back to the subject. wat has God done for me today. actuallly i dunno but without realising He did lotsa things for me. just that i never realised. for instance He let me live one day longer as acccidents happen anytime but i lived! yay! so u should rejoice bout that too! cos if u live to read this blog, u live a day longer...wow this is quite a long post. anyway, give thx to the LORD always! to my class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and everyone out there waiting to receive salvation ... GOD BLESS ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-4775683850288175126?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4775683850288175126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=4775683850288175126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4775683850288175126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/4775683850288175126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/half-hour-left-cool-half-hour-to-rite.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-884739772979670226</id><published>2007-02-26T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T01:57:25.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 mins left and i forgot to rite bout GOD. i'm gonna rite now. firstly, have u tried listening to GOD today? try again. the church told me to do half an hour of quiet time altho i didn't but i did for a few mins and i gained much more than being bored to death if i dun feel like readin. but with just that little time, i can spend my whole day with GOD! He talked to me when i'm stressed. He keeps sayin : shhh... and i thank Him for that. after He says that it helps me calm down and think that all my worries and tests r not sooo important anymore but HE is much more important. thx LORD!!!:)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-884739772979670226?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/884739772979670226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=884739772979670226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/884739772979670226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/884739772979670226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/7-mins-left-and-i-forgot-to-rite-bout.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-5930942135493556143</id><published>2007-02-26T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T01:17:02.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;making blogs r fun! i'm gonna make my third one now!!! actually it's more than third but the third that's alive, the rest r dead...btw: the 2nd ones called: mysecondthots.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm, the third one shall be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;not tellin u yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-5930942135493556143?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5930942135493556143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=5930942135493556143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5930942135493556143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/5930942135493556143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/making-blogs-r-fun-im-gonna-make-my.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-3116717903738375588</id><published>2007-02-23T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T02:03:44.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;da last post for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;it's friday...the last day of the weekdays...the bestest i can say(if i wanted to). 2moro is the...umm better to be revealed, never. jealousy might arise envy too. haha not that kua zhang lah. i dunno how to express in eng so use chi lorr. anyway, friday is relief from the torturous weekdays where we have to slog out...well some at least. today was normal...perfeactly normal i think. anyway...i'm not really serious bout PW. it gets boring, infact it is altho the teacher is so nice! i only like it so tt we dun have the main subjects for tt period so i'll have no worries, can just sit back and relax, and my ears r half open to her, fully open to rachel. listening to her talk and the help she needs. we wanna make every living soul in our class a Christian! it's gonna be hard but we have to try. she's tryin to help some already(those ppl should know it). i have tried i think. not very sure. our grp is the main one first. so many to help but the power of GOD overowers all others. infact, those that believe in their own god other religions that are sooo not true, are believing in satan, the devil. they teach gd stuff but actually it's the satan's decieving things. they deceive themselves(how terrible how sad). it is heartbreaking to see frens go to hell in the end. that's why we have to help to spread the gospel. i'm riting a bk now bout revelations(my point of view). i want ppl to read it and be interested ti know the future. then they read the BIBLE. and know wat GOD did for em all. so if u dun wanna end up dying(as ur future is as satan has planned), believing is the way. read the BIBLE develop a close relationship with GOD and be holy! happiness true joy is wat u get in eternal life...GOD BLESS!!!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-3116717903738375588?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3116717903738375588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=3116717903738375588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3116717903738375588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3116717903738375588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-last-post-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-3009172043964511026</id><published>2007-02-22T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T01:32:33.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i just blogged in the wrong blog!!! haha!!! now all my effort gone. actually not really effort lah. i've got maths hw today. quite easy got all rite and did very fast but carelessly too. science hw is physics. density, terrible. just one question but i dunno how to do. if we dun get correct we stand for the whole of physics period!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-3009172043964511026?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3009172043964511026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=3009172043964511026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3009172043964511026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3009172043964511026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-blogged-in-wrong-blog-haha-now.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-2097951459050143123</id><published>2007-02-17T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:34:21.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;happy cny to all out there!!! the morning started out just fine. took a math bk set it down upon the table. used the jotter and did some exersises. after which i slogged out for science. the numbers and conversions i tried but got wrong!!! we dun need to know the conversions so i dun care anymore!!! sigh -_-". anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-2097951459050143123?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2097951459050143123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=2097951459050143123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2097951459050143123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2097951459050143123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-cny-to-all-out-there-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-206682195718761905</id><published>2007-02-16T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:17:14.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;finally, i can fry the day away! happy cny to ALL!!! so how's life? i would ask most ppl. thats normal for me to do so. after a whole stressful week we can finally fry our worries and eat em up like charcoal. then, they'll be gone for at least a few days...only. sigh sigh sigh. ppl tt sigh r ppl tt r pessimistic like me. i used to be a whole lot of optimism in p3 but ever since p5 downhill everything went. uphill too. sec 1 never seems that way yet. it's the second month already and the thirds comin soon no doubt. today, ammeline played the guitar and bass. she and rachel practised quite a bit. i didnt really like the sound of the bass, too low. i started wacking the drums since got nothin to do. not much as i hate loud noises and disturbed them. i watched them as they played. soon, their fingers were saw and hurt. tts wat happens when u play with strings and metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;freeday...fry tis day tis week away...frIdAy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-206682195718761905?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/206682195718761905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=206682195718761905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/206682195718761905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/206682195718761905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally-i-can-fry-day-away-happy-cny-to.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-2843898477818011540</id><published>2007-02-15T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:58:43.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;a time of wandering wilderness into the deepest land, in which i never thought i could find a dearest friend...but here u are infront of me waiting to be liked, i thought again and there you were the lostness had soon died...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-2843898477818011540?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2843898477818011540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=2843898477818011540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2843898477818011540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2843898477818011540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/time-of-wandering-wilderness-into.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-8046465219343508445</id><published>2007-02-15T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:37:25.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;wat a day! i presume everyone has finished their tests since 2moro not time for tests but better not say lah. still, i did something tt lotsa ppl got wrong!!! and i totally forgot a unit for one of the q's. i had not much time!!! finished in the nick of time with mistakes. so sad!!! physics is like math!!! and i'm super careless in math! now physics has been added, sigh -_-".  my ratings on subjects: math, physics: totally bad history and geog: horror to ok eng and chi and bio: ok to horror pe and art and home econ and sp&amp;d and music: not so bad as not written in graded form and not so tough and worrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;thursday...the weeks away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-8046465219343508445?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8046465219343508445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=8046465219343508445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/8046465219343508445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/8046465219343508445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/wat-day-i-presume-everyone-has-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-1305580531775187567</id><published>2007-02-12T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:27:16.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour your LIFE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;it is time u actually coloured your life! i live with meaning and with colour in my life. it is meaningless to live with no meaning. even with a goal it isn't enough. you need to know where u go and what happens to u after death. simple, hell or heaven. if u know u go to heaven, living is great! u live with a hope and meaning and not uselessness. if u know u go to hell, then u live to die and i live to live. u will dread the day u die. nothing to look forward to just fearing ur death each day! Jesus CHRIST can colour your life so ask Him to today! u'll live a real life then. if not, u live a live to die. the rest live to live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-1305580531775187567?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1305580531775187567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=1305580531775187567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1305580531775187567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1305580531775187567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/colour-your-life.html' title='Colour your LIFE...'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-6181555455637790485</id><published>2007-02-08T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T02:20:59.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm waiting for everyone of my frens to finish their cca! there's bout 2 more hours to wait lor!!! very bored!!! i'm now sitting crossed legged on a stool. not perpetually on the stool but hanging off as well. i'm typing this out of mere boredom. hmm. wat can i do now while waiting? i didnt bring my chi bk to read and practise. nor did i bring math. i only read some physics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-6181555455637790485?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6181555455637790485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=6181555455637790485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/6181555455637790485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/6181555455637790485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/waiting.html' title='The Waiting...'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-6280104657021694167</id><published>2007-02-08T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:22:18.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting x legged on the chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;we had a math test just now. it was bout last years topics and i kinda forgot some stuff like angles. the test was 2 hours but lotsa ppl including me had no time to complete it. i left out the last few questions. which were apparently more challenging! some of them came out weird but anyway. i dun think we'll get the scores back. it was a gd practice tho. to recall all our p6 stuff tt is very easy to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-6280104657021694167?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6280104657021694167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=6280104657021694167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/6280104657021694167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/6280104657021694167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/sitting-x-legged-on-chair.html' title='sitting x legged on the chair'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-1787297758436528658</id><published>2007-02-06T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:22:18.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pINE aPPLE rICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;home econs lesson today, we cooked xiang pen pen pineapple rice!!! haha! it was fragant indeed but still, i didn't really like the taste especially the big cubes of pineapples. my fren ate some and said tt it was delicious! mayb she likes it more. teacher always say we r the blurrest grp. she says that we do not know how to do lotsa stuff and r blurries. actually, we do ask lotsa questions and get abitty funbled but we're still able to do it. i like doing the cutting and washing up. hate the cooking with the pot and fire. next time we gotta do it alone so i'll have to know everything myself. i kinda forgot how to on the stove already cos i never did. i never took out the pots and pans either! press down and turn, then light it with the lighter. ok got it now. the pots r always under the stove and the rest of the stuff in the cabinet. use the big board for cooked food and veg and the small for meat and raw stuff. don't use the same knife or u'll get food poisoning. haha! thats wat teacher always says. i guess it's true at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-1787297758436528658?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1787297758436528658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=1787297758436528658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1787297758436528658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1787297758436528658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/pine-apple-rice.html' title='pINE aPPLE rICE'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-1065447180926225766</id><published>2007-02-06T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:16:00.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Doubt is fearful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;doubting GOD is the worst thing ever! and when i think of someones death and how the soul goes away, i begin to doubt and have that fear that this is reality and GOd never lived. what if one day, he was just gone?! but i have to comfort myself and say that He'll never abandon me and leave me. this is wat i have to remember. that doubt can make u go crazee or mad and trribly uncordinated. i must not have that doubt!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-1065447180926225766?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1065447180926225766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=1065447180926225766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1065447180926225766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/1065447180926225766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/doubt-is-fearful.html' title='the Doubt is fearful'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-2732521627879733471</id><published>2007-02-05T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:25:01.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Munsday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;will you a typical student that goes to sch or a typical adult tt works on weekdays welcome Munsday? of course not should be the reply. unless u're dying to see ur frens or u love ur job, but even so u have to face the loud screams of the teachers that have a hard time with their class. u have to face the demands of ur boss and all the work tts piled up and for little students, they get a day of Munsday tiredness. Munsday represents Monster unruly non sunday day. that is munsday. munsday was created by man but the name came from a dear fren that was talking bout munsday and didnt like it! that was the legend behind munsday. but the truth is totally secret so not revealing it just yet haha. so do u like munsday now? say no and u win! haha! anyway, once tues is over, the week will fly by and fri will be long and dreadful from my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-2732521627879733471?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2732521627879733471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=2732521627879733471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2732521627879733471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/2732521627879733471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/munsday.html' title='Munsday'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-3367496390317226166</id><published>2007-02-02T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:41:26.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank GOD  its Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hi everyone in the world that likes friday! good thing it's friday and thx to the LORD indeed! not just a sayin u know. haha. so how's the week? my week was ok lah. if u had a terrible week, i suggest u cheer up soon! :) weekend r fun! and relaxing and stressful too! haha ok bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-3367496390317226166?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3367496390317226166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=3367496390317226166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3367496390317226166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/3367496390317226166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank GOD  its Friday'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-117032154512480876</id><published>2007-02-01T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T01:19:05.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyvrybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hey to all!!! its thurs finally! so fast one actually! great of course just lovely fri's 2moro and tt means weekends and church!!! yahoo!!! so happy!! rejoice in the LORD always and again i say REJOICE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-117032154512480876?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/117032154512480876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=117032154512480876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/117032154512480876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/117032154512480876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/heyvrybody.html' title='Heyvrybody'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-117014989143086708</id><published>2007-01-30T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T01:38:11.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how's school???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone must be dreading school, except for some ppl that finds school fun. too bad other ppl don't either. sigh. sch is fun at times. hmm... we're gonna have lotsa test comin up now. so sad...but actually history might be harder when we get to the next chapter!!! math is already not the nicest subject. intergers is fine but not ... anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-117014989143086708?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/117014989143086708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=117014989143086708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/117014989143086708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/117014989143086708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/01/hows-school.html' title='how&apos;s school???'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-116998247793595528</id><published>2007-01-28T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T03:07:57.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>visit to ammeline's church...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today, i went to visit ammeline's church!!! it was quite a short worship and sermon. not tt long at all. ttb's one is super much longer except for tt travelling part cos we have to go here and there. haha! izz went for a visit too! the small grp was really small but i heard not many ppl came so yah... we sat infront which i didn't wanna but who cares. it was freezing after awhile but not too bad lah. i noticed almost everyone there more jeans and not a skirt like i did. i find mine too wide and long. length is great. i dun like short skirts hard to sit. next time i should wear jeans just like ammeline and izz. ariel wore her jacket which looks kinda ok. not like her uniform which hardly firs her at all. too wide and long long. haha. anyway bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-116998247793595528?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116998247793595528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=116998247793595528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116998247793595528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116998247793595528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/01/visit-to-ammelines-church.html' title='visit to ammeline&apos;s church...'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-116980542984602842</id><published>2007-01-26T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:57:09.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY WISHES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm so not gd at remembering b'daes. but if u want me to wish u a happy b'dae or make u a lovely card, tag and tell me ur b'dae date and contacts. simple? yah. ok bye bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-116980542984602842?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116980542984602842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=116980542984602842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116980542984602842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116980542984602842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/01/birthday-wishes.html' title='BIRTHDAY WISHES'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-116980515297103510</id><published>2007-01-26T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:52:32.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ART Xattitude festival....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my grp name for pw is the art xattitude! cool rite? must be if not how to attract teens to appreciate art? we have the so called x factor which makes us special. i dunno y they say tt but they do so yah. theres another grp called natureholics too. haha. they must love nature! their target is nature stuff so yah. ours is not, ours s art which is our passion. we have a great passion for free art with no rules to tell us wat to draw and create. art is free!!! and everyone knows art. it is fun as well. inspiring. i really like out name! i came up with xttitude last time so it's so original. jus add in the a to make it a real word understandable too. so cool! GOD answered my wish again!!!! amazing!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;praise the LORD in the highest forevermore!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-116980515297103510?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116980515297103510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=116980515297103510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116980515297103510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116980515297103510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/01/art-xattitude-festival.html' title='The ART Xattitude festival....'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-116971969520242897</id><published>2007-01-25T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T02:08:15.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My God answers ME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;my very GOOD GOD, always answers me. in this month most of my prayers have been answered and wishes that i never asked HIM to grant still came true. therefore i would like to THANK HIM alot for He came in my time of need! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-116971969520242897?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116971969520242897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=116971969520242897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116971969520242897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116971969520242897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-god-answers-me.html' title='My God answers ME...'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-116963492816361280</id><published>2007-01-24T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T02:35:28.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALA's B"DAE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;it is lala's b'dae! wished her? better do so now!!! nothing much to write except tt today has been great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-116963492816361280?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116963492816361280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=116963492816361280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116963492816361280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116963492816361280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/01/lalas-bdae.html' title='LALA&apos;s B&quot;DAE'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-116954783953876580</id><published>2007-01-23T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T02:23:59.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frienz4eva@hotmail.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there was this super weird guy that added me and my fren! weird! his email was &lt;a href="mailto:frienz4eva@hotmail.com"&gt;frienz4eva@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;!! dunno him at all!!! claimed to be luke's fren but lied bout lotsa stuff. weird. anyway, he doesn't mind if we block him. hope he doesn't add again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-116954783953876580?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116954783953876580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=116954783953876580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116954783953876580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116954783953876580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/01/frienz4evahotmailcom.html' title='frienz4eva@hotmail.com'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-116920244161310480</id><published>2007-01-19T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T02:27:21.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chitter chatter super quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i didn't know that i was a quiet gal to ppl that don't know me well. haha! at least being quiet leaves a gd impression on em but they might not talk to me... mayb not true lah. but my real personality is more than just a quiet little gal. i may look innocent but i'm not so afterall. so that leaves a gd first impression. then when i know u more, i start to talk lots! real lots! mayb alot or normal. but i'll be more frenly with u and know u more. unfourtuanately, i like to talk with ppl who talk lots bout nice stuff. if not i'll feel the other way round! inferior! so it's either inferior, ok lah or super fun! haha! but not so many inferior lah unless yah. usually just plain shy or afraid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-116920244161310480?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116920244161310480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=116920244161310480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116920244161310480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116920244161310480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/01/chitter-chatter-super-quiet.html' title='chitter chatter super quiet'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-116893589345056932</id><published>2007-01-16T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:24:53.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>y don't u believe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;do u find believing things that r not explainable hard? yes of course! even i find it hard to accept wat i've learned bout the LORD. but all said is totally true! at times i still doubt but when i experience it, u'll get that feeling of believing!!! it is super cool indeed! thats how i define believing. u need faith...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-116893589345056932?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116893589345056932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=116893589345056932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116893589345056932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38570010/posts/default/116893589345056932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/2007/01/y-dont-u-believe.html' title='y don&apos;t u believe?'/><author><name>stAr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38570010.post-116885489038038118</id><published>2007-01-15T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T01:54:50.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;one of the &lt;strong&gt;most amazing things&lt;/strong&gt; that happened to me in this month of Jan is when &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; literally pra&lt;strong&gt;answered all my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;prayers&lt;/strong&gt;. well, almost all! that is so &lt;strong&gt;cool!&lt;/strong&gt; what &lt;strong&gt;advantage&lt;/strong&gt; we have when we learn to accept &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt; and be&lt;strong&gt; His fren&lt;/strong&gt;! i'm so &lt;strong&gt;glad to have Him as my bestest fren eternally&lt;/strong&gt;! He will help me &lt;strong&gt;in every time of need&lt;/strong&gt;. all bad things come from the devil satan and all &lt;strong&gt;GReat good things come from GOd himself&lt;/strong&gt;! he is so &lt;strong&gt;GREAT!&lt;/strong&gt; indeed! it is amazing when u feel Him and know that he'll be with u and &lt;strong&gt;answer ur prayers&lt;/strong&gt;. i felt Him many times. it is such a &lt;strong&gt;joyous feeling that it make u wanna cry&lt;/strong&gt;. i &lt;strong&gt;love talking to Him everyday during Exciting Time(quiet time&lt;/strong&gt;). i'm glad i went for this OC camp and now i know how to have exciting time with Him. i used to find quiet time boring. now i&lt;strong&gt; love to talk with Him as he replies me and advices me is a very special way.&lt;/strong&gt; u can hear Him if u listen hard and believe. it is a hard to describe way but &lt;strong&gt;possible in every way&lt;/strong&gt;! u must listen! it is the &lt;strong&gt;most wonderous feeling&lt;/strong&gt; ever! being &lt;strong&gt;touched by GOD&lt;/strong&gt;! i'm always touched by Him. it is my little secret. mayb everytime i sing praises to Him or when i think about how great and how &lt;strong&gt;He has helped me&lt;/strong&gt;. i want to &lt;strong&gt;add Him in every aspect of my l&lt;/strong&gt;ife! &lt;strong&gt;u too should follow Him&lt;/strong&gt;! it is &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;trust me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-116885489038038118?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116885489038038118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38570010&amp;postID=116885489038038118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-38570010.post-116850832206635041</id><published>2007-01-11T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:38:42.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASH</title><content type='html'>arrowstarheart. i like this arrowstarheart phrase or title. it is a name. sort of. of my best friends. arrow and heart. i'm star. so u know me now. i'm Star. haha. bright and shining in the midnight. school has started but not so well at times. not busy just yet but maybe later. i hate being busy or bored. torment and torture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38570010-116850832206635041?l=xttitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xttitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116850832206635041/comments/default' 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