<?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-1649798639996975594</id><updated>2011-11-28T11:43:31.353+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Gossips'/><category term='Daily Life'/><category term='Brand new start'/><category term='Memoirs'/><category term='Bedtime Stories'/><category term='Confused'/><category term='Regrets'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Happy days'/><category term='♥'/><category term='Pissed'/><category term='Slice of Life'/><category term='Hatred'/><category term='Heartaches'/><category term='Bibi'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='Touching scenes'/><category term='20th February 2006'/><category term='Procrastination'/><category term='Cuteness'/><category term='Fucked up shit'/><category term='Sketches'/><category term='Prayers'/><category term='비탄'/><category term='Decisions'/><category term='Tiny'/><category term='Hubby Ang'/><category term='Turn-Offs'/><category term='C&apos;est la vie'/><category term='Emptiness'/><category term='Voices from within'/><category term='Loser'/><category term='Fuck'/><category term='Funny Shit'/><category term='Take me away'/><category term='Moving on'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Sigh-s'/><category term='Scary'/><category term='Christian the Lion'/><category term='Snuffy'/><category term='Hurt'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='X&apos;mas'/><category term='Stray cats'/><category term='Emotional Phases'/><category term='Eye-opening news'/><category term='Happy Lunar New Year'/><category term='Heartthrob'/><category term='Frustrations'/><category term='Robert Pattinson'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Happy 2009'/><title type='text'>Just Like A Pill</title><subtitle type='html'>Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me
ill.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-3714242988883780390</id><published>2009-02-11T09:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:42:30.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi love, I've moved to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecstacey.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="sample-permalink"&gt;http://ecstacey.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll no longer be blogging here, see ya there! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecstacey.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="sample-permalink"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-3714242988883780390?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3714242988883780390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=3714242988883780390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3714242988883780390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3714242988883780390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-love-ive-moved-to-httpecstacey.html' title=''/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-1422610284635571576</id><published>2009-02-08T04:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T05:15:31.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voices from within'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Blessing in Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;我想知道她让你痴心是什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;我想知道她让你疯狂为什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道做的和她没有不同&lt;br /&gt;但是我却不在你的心中逗留&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想知道她哪里比我好很多&lt;br /&gt;在你心中她和我有什么不同&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;我知道我比她付出的还多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我总换不了你的心动&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was exactly how I felt when I found out 'bout you cheating on me. But thank god, it's all over now. =]&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the song just sets me thinking a little, how foolish I was, how naive I had been to forgive you time and over again. Leaves me heaving in sadness a lil'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo and behold, God sent me a shoulder to cry on. How thankful I am. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wut I always say: There are people in my life who give me comfort. When the going gets tough, as it invariably does, I can count on them for a shoulder to cry on - they will lift me up when I fall, they will hold me in their arms as I cry and tell me, "Everything’s going to be okay." I am so thankful for those people. They are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SY322HR79BI/AAAAAAAAAio/ulTUgXw7VQk/s1600-h/Lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SY322HR79BI/AAAAAAAAAio/ulTUgXw7VQk/s400/Lilies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300163746012591122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Alastair. It's really kinda amazing how you could actually guess that I love lilies. They're really beautiful. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-1422610284635571576?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1422610284635571576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=1422610284635571576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/1422610284635571576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/1422610284635571576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessing-in-disguise.html' title='Blessing in Disguise'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SY322HR79BI/AAAAAAAAAio/ulTUgXw7VQk/s72-c/Lilies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-3488110924045086325</id><published>2009-02-06T05:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T05:49:04.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Life is a maze, and love is a riddle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYtagl70WdI/AAAAAAAAAig/QJnoD-Xj_uY/s1600-h/Coco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYtagl70WdI/AAAAAAAAAig/QJnoD-Xj_uY/s320/Coco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299428902516840914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt's new princess, Coco. =]&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYtZ6Y71j-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/Ehh6ilJ9Hqg/s1600-h/Sillylol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYtZ6Y71j-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/Ehh6ilJ9Hqg/s320/Sillylol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299428246192230370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sillyness, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYtZs9uxThI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/1AsylQFGcaI/s1600-h/Cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYtZs9uxThI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/1AsylQFGcaI/s320/Cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299428015551368722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Choco-chip cookies are my endorphins! Mmm.. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYtZeAuuaAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-JkI7q7hnFg/s1600-h/strawberryoreo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYtZeAuuaAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-JkI7q7hnFg/s320/strawberryoreo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299427758658447362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYtY_GuybbI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CEMP6OzUVrs/s1600-h/Peach+Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYtY_GuybbI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CEMP6OzUVrs/s320/Peach+Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299427227693378994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love how when I listen to wut used to be "our song" and it doesn't leave a tinge of lingering sadness in me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All About Loving You is sure a beautiful song, and needless to say, I love everything 'bout it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: A big thank you to those who have been there to pick me up. Without you guys, I'd be lost. Totally lost. Thank you for all the advices, words of motivation, goodies and emotional support. I love you guys. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-3488110924045086325?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3488110924045086325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=3488110924045086325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3488110924045086325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3488110924045086325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-maze-and-love-is-riddle.html' title='Life is a maze, and love is a riddle.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYtagl70WdI/AAAAAAAAAig/QJnoD-Xj_uY/s72-c/Coco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-5161389158677144794</id><published>2009-02-01T05:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T06:28:09.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy days'/><title type='text'>Talks under the stars and streetlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Long due post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;On Wednesday, 28th January, 2009.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYTHE3aJKBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/s0RqeJ90xuM/s1600-h/GTF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYTHE3aJKBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/s0RqeJ90xuM/s320/GTF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297577948101552146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All time favorite, Green Tea Frappuccino. &lt;3&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYTISJSa7bI/AAAAAAAAAh4/TKfdK1rqJoQ/s1600-h/Sweet+Bento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYTISJSa7bI/AAAAAAAAAh4/TKfdK1rqJoQ/s320/Sweet+Bento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297579275750927794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super cute and sweet bento of xiao man tou-s aka 小馒头(?) and M&amp;amp;Ms! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYTIG_SpzDI/AAAAAAAAAho/WyCaOiEeDCk/s1600-h/White_Chocolate_Hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYTIG_SpzDI/AAAAAAAAAho/WyCaOiEeDCk/s320/White_Chocolate_Hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297579084088986674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homemade white chocolate hearts with dried cranberries. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYTILo7QR3I/AAAAAAAAAhw/fwqorsctrEI/s1600-h/Goodies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYTILo7QR3I/AAAAAAAAAhw/fwqorsctrEI/s320/Goodies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297579163984611186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nostalgic childhood goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks Matt for being around, and thank you for the heartfelt goodies. =]&lt;br /&gt;Please do not implement the two-cups-tied-to-the-end-of-a-long-string system okay! You'll need a reaaallyyy long string by then, and it'll only be a matter of time before the string will be snapped by passing cars and what not. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes! Not so much goodies the next time round please, very fattening okay? =(&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are still in my fridge. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I do not want to become as fat as Tiny okay? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, 31st January, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simpang with satoopig Peeweeboy is absolute ♥!&lt;br /&gt;Teh limau ice + Shop &amp;amp; Save + changing of price tags = dope. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon peeweeboy! Remember uh, you owe me tutoring on Mahjong! Haha. Good game to you. =x &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;You know how jiagong I am.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I needa go to church real soon. Maybe I'll dream of overpriced pineapples and cabbages when I'm asleep later, after I'm back from church! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaooooo. Have a crazy Sunday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1649798639996975594-5161389158677144794?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5161389158677144794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=5161389158677144794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5161389158677144794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5161389158677144794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/02/talks-under-stars-and-streetlights.html' title='Talks under the stars and streetlights'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SYTHE3aJKBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/s0RqeJ90xuM/s72-c/GTF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-5793716909296997249</id><published>2009-01-25T16:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:34:42.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Lunar New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voices from within'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Penciled emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXwtAZBCHNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/5oYT7q957so/s1600-h/Betrayed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXwtAZBCHNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/5oYT7q957so/s400/Betrayed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295156746619329746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Betrayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXwyGF9hmTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/CJTSUTFBr4E/s1600-h/Helpless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXwyGF9hmTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/CJTSUTFBr4E/s320/Helpless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295162342141696306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXwywlN6tPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/BdlrKK9v-AA/s1600-h/Trapped+%26+Blinded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXwywlN6tPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/BdlrKK9v-AA/s400/Trapped+%26+Blinded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295163072086455538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXwySnvoYyI/AAAAAAAAAgw/G-5QElqYaUw/s1600-h/Broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXwySnvoYyI/AAAAAAAAAgw/G-5QElqYaUw/s400/Broken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295162557368656674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXwz04fPShI/AAAAAAAAAhI/yRrdLWP2vzo/s1600-h/Hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXwz04fPShI/AAAAAAAAAhI/yRrdLWP2vzo/s400/Hope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295164245490485778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breaking free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXw0DDjBwpI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ClDlqnxRUxw/s1600-h/Standing+Up+Once+Again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXw0DDjBwpI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ClDlqnxRUxw/s400/Standing+Up+Once+Again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295164488977334930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Learning to stand once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Lunar New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt; Get handfuls of red packets and live well, laugh often, love much. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xo,&lt;br /&gt;Stacey&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/1649798639996975594-5793716909296997249?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5793716909296997249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=5793716909296997249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5793716909296997249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5793716909296997249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/penciled-emotions.html' title='Penciled emotions'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SXwtAZBCHNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/5oYT7q957so/s72-c/Betrayed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4522316260453127969</id><published>2009-01-24T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:31:48.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th February 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emptiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoirs'/><title type='text'>The last time I'll ever write about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, I've found and mustered the courage to pour my heart out. This will be the very last time I'll pen down my thoughts about you - and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our paths definitely crossed in the weirdest way ever, but it lasted for coming three years after all. 20th February 2006, the day I embarked on my journey of the sweetest dream and the worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first kiss you stole from me was really sweet, I'll remember it for as long as my memory permits me to. I really enjoyed all those sleepovers at your place. Late night dvds and movies, West Plaza suppers, goodnight kisses, pillow talks, using my handphone to listen to songs when your speakers broke down, Mac deliveries, pure happiness. Those were what I felt were the best days of my life which I truly cherished. I seriously thought we could last a lifetime. I swear from the bottom of my heart that I believed you loved me truly. But alas, things just had to change and take a severe downturn. How cliché isn't it, that all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world was shaken, my heart was utterly broken, my image of perfection towards our relationship was shattered, just like a broken mirror. And I should have known that it could have never be mended back. You were everything I wanted, but I just can't finish what we started. Everyday I miss the you that I used to know.. before you let me down, before I let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it really worth it? Was she everything, that you were looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only promises could erase the past, I could open my heart enough to take you back. But we’ve been down this road, time and time again. And I’ve learned the hard way, how the story always ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the first boyfriend who brought me to the Zoo, who rode on a two person bicycle together with me at East Coast, and every other memory that was once so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though your words and actions have hurt me a lot, let's just take it that we caused a scene and yelled at each other and forgot that we were once in love. It already hurt me enough to know that I was not worthy of your love, but what hurt me even more was that were the handphone and Nintendo DS truly worth more than me and our memories? You easily picked the gadgets over the lil' items we shared throughout the comin' 3 years. From the first movie ticket to the last, from all the paper and straw hearts to the customized keychains, were they really so worthless to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying really hard not to cry over you, because every tear is just one more reminder that I don't know how to let you go. And what's more? A new wound makes all the old ones ache again and the higher you build the walls around your heart, the harder you fall when someone tears them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I had just looked away that first day you came towards me at Tampines MacDonald's, everything would be different, and my heart wouldn't be breaking right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best, Vernon. And for the last time, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-4522316260453127969?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4522316260453127969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4522316260453127969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4522316260453127969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4522316260453127969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-time-ill-ever-write-about-you.html' title='The last time I&apos;ll ever write about you.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-9130003051042691504</id><published>2009-01-22T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:31:04.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww she's so sweet to you, so shoo, and go off to her. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-9130003051042691504?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/9130003051042691504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=9130003051042691504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/9130003051042691504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/9130003051042691504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/aww-shes-so-sweet-to-you-so-shoo-and-go.html' title=''/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-7869243649888148006</id><published>2009-01-20T04:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T04:56:47.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucked up shit'/><title type='text'>Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gotta cancel the fkn order for the fkn Espresso machine. There goes my deposit. It's better than having to pay $500+ for something I have no use for anyway. Furthermore, it wasn't meant for myself in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fkn wounds hurt and I can't fkn sleep 'cos the fkn pain won't go away. My fingers fkn hurt too as I'm typing. Fuck, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fkn see no reason why someone whom you hang out so often with would lie to me about you fucking her? Seriously, wut benefits does it bring to lie to me about you having sex with you-yourself-jolly-well-know-who? And yesss, considering the fact that the person is from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;social circle and not mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how calculative you could be. Just because I wanted the 15bucks from you to return to my Mom, you demanded to take back the handphone and Nintendo DS you gave to me? LOL. Please la, you jolly well know I have no source of income now or would I even fkn bother 'bout the 15bucks?! To think I even bothered to pass you the money in fear that you'll starve for lunch at camp. Moreover it's not MY money, it's MY MOM's okay? Motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should've punched and kicked you harder. Then perhaps you could throw me on the fkn road harder this time round? =] Why not make the swell on my leg worst by breaking my legs? Why not make the wounds worst by throwin' me even harder and tearing them apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, thanks for thinking that I sleep and flirt around with different guys everyday. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvellous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off Vernon, and fuck off for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-7869243649888148006?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7869243649888148006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=7869243649888148006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7869243649888148006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7869243649888148006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/fool-me-once-shame-on-you-fool-me-twice.html' title='Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-6789185488539925608</id><published>2009-01-19T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:09:00.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got your runaway smile in my piggy bank baby&lt;br /&gt;Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes&lt;br /&gt;If I drive a hundred thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;Would you let me stay a while?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-6789185488539925608?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6789185488539925608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=6789185488539925608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6789185488539925608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6789185488539925608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-your-runaway-smile-in-my-piggy.html' title=''/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4713899394776026811</id><published>2009-01-14T16:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:39:28.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucked up shit'/><title type='text'>With a L on my forehead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fuck you big time Vernon Ang, you jolly well know how much I hate people slamming down the phone on me. Just 'cos you've lost? Lol, here's to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/EPH/9036%7EHappy-Bunny-Hi-Loser-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 293px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/EPH/9036%7EHappy-Bunny-Hi-Loser-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, did I just swear at you? Perhaps you could go complain to your bitchy sisters then. ;]&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I repeat: DON'T)&lt;/span&gt; ever call me again. Thanks in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-4713899394776026811?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4713899394776026811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4713899394776026811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4713899394776026811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4713899394776026811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/with-l-on-my-forehead.html' title='With a L on my forehead'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4217135640457911048</id><published>2009-01-13T16:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:44:05.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emptiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voices from within'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving on'/><title type='text'>Out From Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Breathe you out, breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;You keep coming back to tell me&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who could have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes, see it all so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was long ago and far away, but it never disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to put it in the past, hold on to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And don't look back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna dream about, all the things that never were&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I can live without, when I'm out from under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't wanna feel the pain, what good would it do me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get it all figured out, when I'm out from under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So let me go, just let me fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel the space between us, growin' deeper&lt;br /&gt;And much darker everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me now, and I'll be someone new&lt;br /&gt;My heart will be unbroken, it will open up&lt;br /&gt;For everyone but you..&lt;br /&gt;Even when I cross the line, it's like a lie I've told a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me still believes when you, say you're gonna stick around&lt;br /&gt;A part of me still believes we can, find a way to work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know that we tried everything we could try so let's just, say good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SWxULN1XepI/AAAAAAAAAek/HerloL0oXIg/s1600-h/Getting_Ready_For_A_Bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SWxULN1XepI/AAAAAAAAAek/HerloL0oXIg/s320/Getting_Ready_For_A_Bath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290696213922282130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-4217135640457911048?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4217135640457911048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4217135640457911048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4217135640457911048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4217135640457911048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-from-under.html' title='Out From Under'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SWxULN1XepI/AAAAAAAAAek/HerloL0oXIg/s72-c/Getting_Ready_For_A_Bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-6003633492621951892</id><published>2009-01-12T20:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:58:01.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>It don't mean jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aww being sick sure sucks. I can't pretty much do anything. I'd feel lethargic on and off very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously is sorry a miracle word? I beg to differ. I made countless mistakes in the relationship too, I don't deny the fact for sure. So hey, does that give me the rights to decide on the fate of the relationship? I doubt so. It's not like wut you say/think/claim. Anyways, no matter how much I'm gonna say, you'd most prolly insist you're goddamn right anyway. So wut's the point, really. All I can say is all the best Vernon Ang, you deserve better hur? *Smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note ♪, here are my current music obsessions! ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="60"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cNWTi0Res7/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cNWTi0Res7/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="60"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;萧亚轩 - 冲动&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"忍不住 想要愛你的衝動&lt;br /&gt;不確定你屬於我 會有點寂寞&lt;br /&gt;你給的幸福 在我心中自由走動&lt;br /&gt;撫平我每一個傷口&lt;br /&gt;忍不住 想要吻你的衝動&lt;br /&gt;不確定我的執著 能讓你感動&lt;br /&gt;我只能相信自己感受 不怕失落&lt;br /&gt;關於你的一切 我想要比誰都懂"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="60"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/xYdxhmJOIJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/xYdxhmJOIJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="60"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;罗志祥 - 搞笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"我在搞笑 卻在最後 眼淚拼命掉&lt;br /&gt;妳的離開 失去多少 我計算不了&lt;br /&gt;忙完了一天　突然覺得又何必辛勞&lt;br /&gt;對誰炫耀&lt;br /&gt;還在搞笑 是否擁有 麻痺的療效&lt;br /&gt;唱一夜歌 卻避不開 催淚的曲調&lt;br /&gt;我徹夜胡鬧 希望聽到有人會提到 你好不好"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="60"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Z0CivYqiau/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Z0CivYqiau/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="60"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel Powter - Best of Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Or the combination of both that did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm hoping you'll sing along&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be there when there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;You know that some of us spin again&lt;br /&gt;When you do, you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be there when there's nothing left for me&lt;br /&gt;And I hate the thought of finally being erased&lt;br /&gt;Baby that's the best of me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great week ahead ya'll. =]&lt;br /&gt;Adios'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xo,&lt;br /&gt;Stacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1649798639996975594-6003633492621951892?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6003633492621951892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=6003633492621951892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6003633492621951892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6003633492621951892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-dont-mean-jack.html' title='It don&apos;t mean jack'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2489677520426013876</id><published>2009-01-11T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:15:11.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrations'/><title type='text'>It's time to move on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't want you in my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SWm1om22NMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tmsMMZ3PkZs/s1600-h/fuckyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SWm1om22NMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tmsMMZ3PkZs/s400/fuckyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289958946553345218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm always the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to know about anything, yea always the fucking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you know how fucking bad it feels? Forget it, you lead your life now, and I lead mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good luck, all the best in your future endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PS: Sorry for not being able to reply to anyone online for the past few days, modem was giving me problems so I couldn't connect to the frickin' internet. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better off alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2489677520426013876?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2489677520426013876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2489677520426013876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2489677520426013876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2489677520426013876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-time-to-move-on.html' title='It&apos;s time to move on.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SWm1om22NMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tmsMMZ3PkZs/s72-c/fuckyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-8138047891807054559</id><published>2009-01-08T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:26:37.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrations'/><title type='text'>kcuf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pissed + pissed + pissed + pissed + pissed = Motherfucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, everything's my fault, happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kcuf, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, I'm not being sarcastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-8138047891807054559?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8138047891807054559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=8138047891807054559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/8138047891807054559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/8138047891807054559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/kcuf.html' title='kcuf'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2295959831037297858</id><published>2009-01-07T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:46:14.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Release me, I'm too haunted by the past and the scars that are etched deep in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2295959831037297858?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2295959831037297858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2295959831037297858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2295959831037297858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2295959831037297858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/release-me-im-too-haunted-by-past-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-8935038083984425105</id><published>2009-01-07T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:16:38.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigh-s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snuffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartaches'/><title type='text'>Get well soon, Snuffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have been busy and will be busy taking care of Snuffy (my new Shetland Sheepdog) as Tiny (my Pekingese x Shih-tzu) bit his leg and Snuffy is now suffering from a compression fracture. Really pains my heart. Will be praying, and I hope anyone out there who cares could pray for Snuffy's speedy and full recovery too. Thanks in advance, much appreciated. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xo,&lt;br /&gt;Stacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-8935038083984425105?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8935038083984425105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=8935038083984425105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/8935038083984425105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/8935038083984425105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-well-soon-snuffy.html' title='Get well soon, Snuffy'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-260339781316001858</id><published>2009-01-02T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:37:15.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigh-s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stray cats'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I could afford a can of cat food for every stray cat I see. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: It warmed my heart to see the cat I fed eating so heartily. =] Its purring meows still lingers in my ears. Haha. Adorable. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone, sweet dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-260339781316001858?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/260339781316001858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=260339781316001858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/260339781316001858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/260339781316001858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-i-could-afford-can-of-cat-food.html' title=''/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4319708225225230648</id><published>2009-01-01T13:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:36:35.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brand new start'/><title type='text'>A brand new start under the pillowy skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 2009 everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irregardless of whether I know you personally or not, I hope that everything unpleasant which took place in 2008 or the previous years could be left behind you, including yours truly, as a brand new year, a brand new start awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best! *Waves pom poms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou' it's not gonna be easy, we must all tryyyyy. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Side-notes&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I finally managed to get my hands on Nicholas Sparks' novel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Message In A Bottle&lt;/span&gt;. Am gonna start on it tonight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Cherish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVxc40au74I/AAAAAAAAAd8/AYD3xItVDmk/s1600-h/f2f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVxc40au74I/AAAAAAAAAd8/AYD3xItVDmk/s400/f2f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286202193839320962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Stacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-4319708225225230648?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4319708225225230648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4319708225225230648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4319708225225230648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4319708225225230648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/brand-new-start-under-pillowy-skies.html' title='A brand new start under the pillowy skies'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVxc40au74I/AAAAAAAAAd8/AYD3xItVDmk/s72-c/f2f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-131667895491630907</id><published>2008-12-30T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:53:18.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye-opening news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slice of Life'/><title type='text'>Woman Addicted to Surgery Injects Oil Into Her Face</title><content type='html'>Hang Mioku, who had her first plastic surgery at the age of 28, is a cosmetic surgery addict who has let her obsession with surgeries ruin her life.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weirdasianews.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/korea-surgery-addict-before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.weirdasianews.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/korea-surgery-addict-before.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After her first plastic surgery, her addiction led her to Japan where she received additional operations on her face, which eventually became enlarged and deformed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eventually the surgeons she was visiting told her that they would no longer perform operations on her and suggested she seek help for her addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-2706"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon, returning home to Korea, Mioku was so deformed that her own family could no longer recognize her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weirdasianews.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/korea-surgery-addict01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.weirdasianews.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/korea-surgery-addict01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After searching for someone who would perform more surgeries on here, she found a local Korean doctor who provided her with silicone, which she would self inject into her face with a needle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mioku was so addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.weirdasianews.com/2007/01/27/plastic-surgery-to-look-lucky/" target="_blank"&gt;plastic surgery&lt;/a&gt;, she would even inject cooking oil into her face when the silicone supply ran out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Recently, Mioku was featured on a Korean TV show for her addiction and deformities. Many viewers sent in money to help her get additional surgeries to help reduce the size of her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weirdasianews.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/korea-surgery-addict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.weirdasianews.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/korea-surgery-addict.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having seen the error in her decisions, Mioku only wishes she could go back and have her original face back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-131667895491630907?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/131667895491630907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=131667895491630907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/131667895491630907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/131667895491630907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/woman-addicted-to-surgery-injects-oil.html' title='Woman Addicted to Surgery Injects Oil Into Her Face'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-3560080471191423780</id><published>2008-12-28T01:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:15:29.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emptiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voices from within'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucked up shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrations'/><title type='text'>F to the U to the C to the K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuck my empty heart&lt;br /&gt;fuck the lies that tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck her for fucking you&lt;br /&gt;fuck you for fucking her&lt;br /&gt;fuck her for fucking me&lt;br /&gt;fuck off for fucking everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the handwritten notes&lt;br /&gt;fuck my thoughts on hopes&lt;br /&gt;fuck my heart's broken keys&lt;br /&gt;fuck me fuck you fuck everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVZgG26AUsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/GA1aC3b3GVw/s1600-h/fuck_off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVZgG26AUsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/GA1aC3b3GVw/s400/fuck_off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284516883700142786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-3560080471191423780?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3560080471191423780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=3560080471191423780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3560080471191423780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3560080471191423780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/f-to-u-to-c-to-k.html' title='F to the U to the C to the K'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVZgG26AUsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/GA1aC3b3GVw/s72-c/fuck_off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-6229945959624852582</id><published>2008-12-26T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:58:52.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take me away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigh-s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>带我走。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVRxbKMcf_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/jhlbWE3h7iw/s1600-h/take_me_away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVRxbKMcf_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/jhlbWE3h7iw/s400/take_me_away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283972974219395058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;带我走到遥远的以后，带走我一个人自转的寂寞。。。 带我走，就算我的爱你的自由都将成为泡沫。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-6229945959624852582?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6229945959624852582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=6229945959624852582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6229945959624852582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6229945959624852582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_26.html' title='带我走。。。'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVRxbKMcf_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/jhlbWE3h7iw/s72-c/take_me_away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2079302660447185586</id><published>2008-12-25T04:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T07:00:35.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X&apos;mas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedtime Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby Ang'/><title type='text'>With Love</title><content type='html'>First of all, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; babies! Love ya'll. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVKyq1Wv_eI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hI0zA4VRnfk/s1600-h/Merry_Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVKyq1Wv_eI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hI0zA4VRnfk/s400/Merry_Christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283481761805762018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully the recent recession didn't dampen your festive mood too much. But it's kinda hard I guess. :/ With almost everyone breathing down your neck 'bout how bad the economy is, how expensive things are nowadays, and how the end of the world (2012) is nearing, one can't help but get affected at least a lil' in one way or another, can we? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough 'bout the gloomy talks! On a lighter note, Hubby Ang booked two tickets for Adam Sandler's Bedtime Stories, and whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.traileraddict.com/content/walt-disney-pictures/bedtime_stories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 443px;" src="http://www.traileraddict.com/content/walt-disney-pictures/bedtime_stories.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was frickin' hilarious (I was laughing 3/4 of the time throughout the movie) and simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. I love Adam Sandler to bits man. He's one of a kind with his own sense of (may I say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; again?) humour and original bits of creativity in his facial expressions and speech. How can you not love that guy? Or the very least his acting skills? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I would give the movie a 4.5/5 rating. It made me laugh a whole lot, I liked how they gave some thought into the underlying meanings (e.g: Adam Sandler remarked in the movie that in reality, there are no happy endings, but in the very end, he proved himself wrong - 'cause he tried really hard and didn't give up) and of course BUGSY! Hehe. Bugsy is the gineau pig with a really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; pair of eyes that sparkle like diamonds! So cuteeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a123.g.akamai.net/f/123/12465/1d/www.calgaryherald.com/entertainment/bedtime+stories+with+adam+sandler/1081841/1081847.bin"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 260px;" src="http://a123.g.akamai.net/f/123/12465/1d/www.calgaryherald.com/entertainment/bedtime+stories+with+adam+sandler/1081841/1081847.bin" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here's the synopsis for the movie&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fantasy and reality collide when a hotel handyman, Skeeter Bronson (played by Adam Sandler) reluctantly agrees to look after his niece and nephew in order to help his sister out. To keep them quiet, he resorts to storytelling and in doing so, unwittingly opens the door to their vivid imaginations. Skeeter soon realises that the events in the fantasy world seemed to be strangely mirrored in his own life. Ultimately, the kids have the last laugh as it is their make-believe bedtime stories that magically come true, much to their uncle's surprise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The trailer&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="190"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/6569"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/6569" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="360" height="190"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random side notes&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I'll be accompanying Mom to church later for the morning service, and God knows how long it has been since I last went to church. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I still have lots of unfinished resolutions! :(   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I'm kinda sleepy but I can't sleep 'cause I needa go to church. *Shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I need and want to slim down!!! :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I want a Shetland Sheepdog, Samoyed, Papillion, Australian breed Golden Retriever, Border Collie, and so many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I'm going to be brain dead very very soon.. *Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I ♥ watching Tiny sleep. ☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I swear I'm friendlier than I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ Thanks to all those who wished me a Merry X'mas! Much appreciated. &lt;3  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I'm in love with Jimmy Eat World's version of Last Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sorry I couldn't find it on imeem. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I'm looking at the withered red roses and I somehow feel a tinge of sadness. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I'm gonna end here! I'm too tired to think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I hope you guys had a fun and memorable X'mas! Love all of you out there who actually bother to read my blog. =] Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVK6oktGFzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Cd78wVHAgtU/s1600-h/lubz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVK6oktGFzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Cd78wVHAgtU/s400/lubz.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283490519069366066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2079302660447185586?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2079302660447185586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2079302660447185586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2079302660447185586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2079302660447185586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-love.html' title='With Love'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVKyq1Wv_eI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hI0zA4VRnfk/s72-c/Merry_Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-5720252153323693156</id><published>2008-12-24T01:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:16:23.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touching scenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slice of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian the Lion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Christian the Lion ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video just touched my heart deeply, and I hope it'd touch yours too. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; animals can be.. really. Even after one whole year of not seeing each other, the lion still remembered them and embraced them with such wonderfully heartwarming tight hugs. Aww. It made me cry! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-5720252153323693156?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5720252153323693156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=5720252153323693156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5720252153323693156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5720252153323693156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/christian-lion.html' title='Christian the Lion ♥'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2310645049196471606</id><published>2008-12-23T08:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:38:10.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Wut should I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caught in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being confused and having decisions to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVAyn4G90cI/AAAAAAAAAco/0eImqhOdRqQ/s1600-h/this+mornin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVAyn4G90cI/AAAAAAAAAco/0eImqhOdRqQ/s400/this+mornin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282778023563481538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit: Wut's this Sammyboy thingy? Been noticing traffic comin' from there. x_x"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2310645049196471606?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2310645049196471606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2310645049196471606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2310645049196471606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2310645049196471606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/wut-should-i-do.html' title='Wut should I do?'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SVAyn4G90cI/AAAAAAAAAco/0eImqhOdRqQ/s72-c/this+mornin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-5348015426373278680</id><published>2008-12-20T07:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:33:23.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>Boyfriend and I caught Jim Carrey's "Yes Man" just now and I swear it was frickin' boringgggg. Well, IMHO the only saving grace was Jim Carrey's awesome acting skills and the cute girl who starred as his sweetheart. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/img.omg.yahoo.com/omg/us/img/e5/7d/4497_11511471708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 552px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.omg.yahoo.com/omg/us/img/e5/7d/4497_11511471708.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I'm excogitating whether to trim my hair short again. Somehow on one hand, I wanna keep my hair long again. I kinda miss my tresses but yet on the other hand, I feel like spottin' bangs again. So much for being fickle minded. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUw0iChvuUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Dyu3avowcwE/s1600-h/Ecstacey750-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUw0iChvuUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Dyu3avowcwE/s400/Ecstacey750-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281654222397356354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bangsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SU0d-6WtY0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xzCFgiYuM6k/s1600-h/meee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SU0d-6WtY0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xzCFgiYuM6k/s400/meee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281910904629060418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hair was so long back then. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s: Comments or suggestions anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world.&lt;br /&gt;xo&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/1649798639996975594-5348015426373278680?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5348015426373278680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=5348015426373278680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5348015426373278680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5348015426373278680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUw0iChvuUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Dyu3avowcwE/s72-c/Ecstacey750-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2592167510799992960</id><published>2008-12-19T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:19:18.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby Ang'/><title type='text'>Hello Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Hello there, did you ♥ my new-found love? Heh. As I mentioned earlier, here are some smokin' hot pictures of him! Such eye candy. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq_G8j24HI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-1cvkfo-RbQ/s1600-h/simon_hayter_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq_G8j24HI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-1cvkfo-RbQ/s400/simon_hayter_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281243639101972594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My current desktop wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;*Cheeky smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq-oVOulWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4cBEyw2C5O4/s1600-h/rp001%7E0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq-oVOulWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4cBEyw2C5O4/s400/rp001%7E0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281243113148290402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so captivated by his smile! You should have seen how he portrayed his character in Twilight. It was fucking cool and awesome I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq8lFNhWfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0eb7aHslTg4/s400/robertpattinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281240858285398514" border="0" /&gt;I swear he makes me melttttt. Look at those eyes and lips. Mmm...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq8XHAg7CI/AAAAAAAAAa4/r9WQ_2WL6i4/s1600-h/paris03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq8XHAg7CI/AAAAAAAAAa4/r9WQ_2WL6i4/s400/paris03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281240618249546786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA. Absolute cuteness! &gt;"&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq8Fvg8A_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/Dxjd1pr8d1U/s1600-h/001%7E0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq8Fvg8A_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/Dxjd1pr8d1U/s400/001%7E0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281240319885313010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww.. Such a charming smile! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And.. last but not the least..&lt;br /&gt;*Drums rollin'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq9PLbWS4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/8hNERjSR2I8/s1600-h/lilrob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq9PLbWS4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/8hNERjSR2I8/s400/lilrob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281241581508512642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA. He looked so kawaiiiii! He was already a lil' gem at his age. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq-M5XbvMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/fH9nF3y_kYY/s1600-h/kidrob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq-M5XbvMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/fH9nF3y_kYY/s400/kidrob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281242641812143298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute hor??? Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I had my crazy handphone changed today! :D It was a X'mas pressie from Hubby Ang. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.telefonino.net/new_files/images/global/Nokia-N82-Titanium-White_29983_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.telefonino.net/new_files/images/global/Nokia-N82-Titanium-White_29983_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gazget.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/nokia-n82-close-up-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 443px;" src="http://www.gazget.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/nokia-n82-close-up-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://phones.webhostingoverview.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/nokia_n82_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 195px;" src="http://phones.webhostingoverview.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/nokia_n82_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lgviewtyclub.webonlive.com/viewty/viewtypink_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 342px;" src="http://www.lgviewtyclub.webonlive.com/viewty/viewtypink_a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front view of the phone. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.zol.com.cn/product/20_450x337/802/ceXqVZ5QKKeSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 271px;" src="http://img2.zol.com.cn/product/20_450x337/802/ceXqVZ5QKKeSE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phone with the stylus which I find kuku (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.zol.com.cn/product/20_450x337/822/ceFnz80eBjkTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 292px;" src="http://img2.zol.com.cn/product/20_450x337/822/ceFnz80eBjkTE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back of the baby. Love how it looks like a digi cam. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.zol.com.cn/product/20_450x337/810/cebJuFiiME7M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 290px;" src="http://img2.zol.com.cn/product/20_450x337/810/cebJuFiiME7M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muahhh. Thanks a zillion Hubby Ang. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I was contemplating between LG's Ice Cream phone (KF 350) and LG Viewty (KU 990R) initially, but I decided on the latter in the end 'cos I pretty much prefer it's specs. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're wondering, here's the LG Ice Cream phone! It's super pretty, a gorgeous clamshell phone. LG's so good at designs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gsmprofile.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/lg-kf350-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 508px;" src="http://www.gsmprofile.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/lg-kf350-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All pretty in pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye N82, hello LG viewty. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2592167510799992960?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2592167510799992960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2592167510799992960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2592167510799992960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2592167510799992960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-beautiful.html' title='Hello Beautiful'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUq_G8j24HI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-1cvkfo-RbQ/s72-c/simon_hayter_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-6130275081618091819</id><published>2008-12-18T06:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:02:40.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartthrob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Heartthrob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/494808768" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=4919090001&amp;amp;playerId=494808768&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" width="386" height="312"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, HAHAHA. I swear I love him! Just look at the way he laughs! &gt;"&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahahaha.. ahahaha.."  ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. He's so friggin' cute! His facial expressions are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;. I love how after every question he just had this intense look on his face, where he was either really confused or thinking REALLY hard. Haha. Rob's more than just awesome! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh I'm totally head over heels in love with this guy. Hehehe! My new-found love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Will update more about this heartthrob later when I'm awake! ;] Needa catch some rest now. xo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-6130275081618091819?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6130275081618091819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=6130275081618091819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6130275081618091819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6130275081618091819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/heartthrob.html' title='Heartthrob!'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-190942117616408667</id><published>2008-12-15T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:10:32.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Licksss</title><content type='html'>Tiny licks me crazy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-190942117616408667?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/190942117616408667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=190942117616408667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/190942117616408667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/190942117616408667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/licksss.html' title='Licksss'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-1998666880262559020</id><published>2008-12-15T03:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:05:07.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th February 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><title type='text'>I just can't live a lie anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's hard. I've lost the will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When bad memories come haunting, it gets so bad that my heart feels as though it's gonna explode. I'm sorry I can only forgive, but I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done too many horrible things to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, some scars would never heal no matter how much time's given. In fact, it just gets worst at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go through the days of living in paranoia and fear that you'd leave me for her/them again. I don't want to lose my sanity ever again. I don't want to be left hanging again. I don't want to have to look at myself in the mirror and tell myself it's gonna be okay. I don't want to cry myself to sleep. I don't want the scenes replaying in my mind any longer. I don't want to have cold wars again. I don't want to leave myself lying beside the phone with tears streaming down my cheeks, just waitin' for you to call again. I don't want to hate so many things and have so much hatred entrapped inside my incomplete heart &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You left me with a smile on your face and your hand connected to hers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUVlRQO-iTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/sFkUkSn4fCI/s1600-h/between_the_love_and_hatred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUVlRQO-iTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/sFkUkSn4fCI/s400/between_the_love_and_hatred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279737485251742002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-1998666880262559020?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1998666880262559020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=1998666880262559020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/1998666880262559020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/1998666880262559020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-cant-live-lie-anymore.html' title='I just can&apos;t live a lie anymore'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUVlRQO-iTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/sFkUkSn4fCI/s72-c/between_the_love_and_hatred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4639313034198678038</id><published>2008-12-14T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:38:37.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucked up shit'/><title type='text'>You taint my life with lies</title><content type='html'>A leopard never changes its spots, neither will I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bother&lt;/span&gt; to change mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not that we aren't meant for each other, I think it's just maybe we aren't ready for forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-4639313034198678038?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4639313034198678038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4639313034198678038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4639313034198678038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4639313034198678038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-taint-my-life-with-lies.html' title='You taint my life with lies'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4132245893234409645</id><published>2008-12-14T04:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:19:59.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking fucked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not really happy. Yea, peewee's right. I hate a whole lot of things right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean was it that hard for you to just utter a few more sentences to me? Lol. Whateverrr. Go, go, go, go for all you want, go for all I care, go for how far this can take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm still as insecure as before. Stop being so naive Stacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-4132245893234409645?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4132245893234409645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4132245893234409645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4132245893234409645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4132245893234409645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-really-happy.html' title='Fucking fucked'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-1616959528908340608</id><published>2008-12-12T07:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:30:52.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th February 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>每个背影每个场景&lt;span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;都有发过的梦&lt;span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-1616959528908340608?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1616959528908340608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=1616959528908340608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/1616959528908340608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/1616959528908340608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-7786396862467140311</id><published>2008-12-11T04:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:56:25.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatred'/><title type='text'>Cold As You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You have a way of coming easily to me, and when you take, you take the very best of me. So I start a fight 'cause I need to feel somethin', and you do what you want 'cause I'm not what you wanted. Oh, what a shame. What a rainy ending given to a perfect day. Just walk away, no use defending words that you will never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm sittin' here thinkin' it through, I've never been anywhere cold as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray, and I stood there loving you and wished them all away, and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never did give a damn thing honey but I cried, cried for you, and I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every smile you fake is so condescending. Counting all the scars you made, and now that I'm sitting here thinking it through - I've never been anywhere cold as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUArUCmBAjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1wz3DPQS4MU/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUArUCmBAjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1wz3DPQS4MU/s400/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278266386571919922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-7786396862467140311?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7786396862467140311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=7786396862467140311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7786396862467140311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7786396862467140311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-as-you.html' title='Cold As You'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SUArUCmBAjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1wz3DPQS4MU/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4663190797479133156</id><published>2008-12-09T23:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:11:54.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>He changed my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always seem to get headaches damn frequently, and I'm having one now. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/ST6QRIqj5iI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hE_0p24Qo2s/s1600-h/wuuu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 31px; height: 22px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/ST6QRIqj5iI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hE_0p24Qo2s/s200/wuuu.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277814437382972962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm about to say something and I completely forget what I wanted to say the next second. It's so irritating at times. Sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I'm amazed at how forgiving dogs can be. I spanked Tiny's butt (real hard) the other day as he was really outta control, and I expected him to hate me for that. Or at least feel pissed and hurt about it and be withdrawn towards me.. But he kept pouring kisses on my face as soon as I hugged him.. Sigh. I was literally flooded with kisses and love. I'm really amazed. Compared to human beings, dogs seem so much more reliable. Be it as a companion, a friend, or a child (yes, I treat Tiny like my child). They are so much more faithful, loyal, and you know you can give your trust to them 100% without having to worry 'bout being decieved or betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shower them with that lil' bit of love on your part, and they would love you unconditionally for the rest of their lives. It really saddens me about how much animal abuse there is actually going on in this world. Dogs or animals of any kinds don't have the priviledge and rights to choose their owners y'know? But we, as humans, can choose which dog or animal we want to keep as our pet(s), and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their fate lies in our hands.&lt;/span&gt; This is what most humans fail to see or realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To you, he/she (I'd prefer not to use "it") might be just a dog or animal, but to him/her, you are his/her whole world. You mean the world to him/her. Get it? A human being may have so much more out there, but for a dog, he/she only has &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I ♥ Tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/ST6VVNxqNRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/fCqu1IjzR3g/s1600-h/Tinybaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/ST6VVNxqNRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/fCqu1IjzR3g/s400/Tinybaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277820005032539410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to get some rest, hopefully my head won't hurt so much later. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&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/1649798639996975594-4663190797479133156?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4663190797479133156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4663190797479133156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4663190797479133156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4663190797479133156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-always-seem-to-get-headaches-damn.html' title='He changed my life'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/ST6QRIqj5iI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hE_0p24Qo2s/s72-c/wuuu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-3088185580930447896</id><published>2008-12-08T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:49:02.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate you so much at times that I can just lose my sanity within a snap of the fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk you. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk her. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-3088185580930447896?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3088185580930447896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=3088185580930447896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3088185580930447896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3088185580930447896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-you-so-much-at-times-that-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-5567833364916740135</id><published>2008-12-08T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:50:07.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy days'/><title type='text'>The silver lining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm happy that our relationship is on the road of recovery now Mom. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for not grudging me against wut I've done and said. Thank you for loving Tiny too. =] I had a fulfilling time with you today, though we were both tired. I hope you know that deep down inside me I still care, and I know you do too. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*♥*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STv-FRxhz5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qON8-DN3UI4/s1600-h/stars_by_iosheetu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STv-FRxhz5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qON8-DN3UI4/s400/stars_by_iosheetu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277090755018608530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1649798639996975594-5567833364916740135?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5567833364916740135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=5567833364916740135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5567833364916740135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5567833364916740135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/silver-lining.html' title='The silver lining'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STv-FRxhz5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qON8-DN3UI4/s72-c/stars_by_iosheetu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2775059082418664096</id><published>2008-12-07T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:35:09.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'>只能说我输了</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;这次我又担心到天亮，现在她是否靠在你身旁？ 窗外透进来的光，照的心发慌熬过了失眠的晚上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每次你的理由都一样，其实我懂着只是不讲。 把自己弄的很忙其实是假装，看你这次要怎么收场。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对我说了些甜蜜的谎，假装我们之间没有另一个她，假装你给了最好的回答，假装爱情没有变复杂， 可是我没有办法装傻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你的心一样，总是选择原谅。 你有多少借口除了说谎？ 如果我不是你可以停靠的地方，我们就到此为止不必再勉强。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在开始不一样，像路人经过身旁，你也不必装模做样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会遗忘。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看透了你说的谎，却斩不断情丝纠缠。 该如何才能让爱找到方向？ 就算受伤也不会再迷惘。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STskrIzN6lI/AAAAAAAAAXo/7ifeJZSqXQE/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276851711909947986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STskrIzN6lI/AAAAAAAAAXo/7ifeJZSqXQE/s400/hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2775059082418664096?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2775059082418664096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2775059082418664096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2775059082418664096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2775059082418664096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='只能说我输了'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STskrIzN6lI/AAAAAAAAAXo/7ifeJZSqXQE/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-7382217081569727081</id><published>2008-12-04T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:51:23.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye-opening news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slice of Life'/><title type='text'>1 Year Old Child is Pregnant</title><content type='html'>A true story as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One year old child found pregnant in Saudi Arabia. Doctors says it’s a unique case for this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Medical Science Report says : “When the mother of this child was pregnant, she had 2 fetuses inside her. But one of the fetus grew inside the other, this why this girl was born with the other fetus inside her womb.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://www.magazine13.com/img/bizzare-oddities/1_year_old_child_is_pregnant/1_year_old_child_is_pregnant_01.jpg" alt="1_year_old_child_is_pregnant_01 1 Year Old Child is Pregnant" title="1 Year Old Child is Pregnant" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://www.magazine13.com/img/bizzare-oddities/1_year_old_child_is_pregnant/1_year_old_child_is_pregnant_02.jpg" alt="1_year_old_child_is_pregnant_02 1 Year Old Child is Pregnant" title="1 Year Old Child is Pregnant" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://www.magazine13.com/img/bizzare-oddities/1_year_old_child_is_pregnant/1_year_old_child_is_pregnant_03.jpg" alt="1_year_old_child_is_pregnant_03 1 Year Old Child is Pregnant" title="1 Year Old Child is Pregnant" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://www.magazine13.com/img/bizzare-oddities/1_year_old_child_is_pregnant/1_year_old_child_is_pregnant_04.jpg" alt="1_year_old_child_is_pregnant_04 1 Year Old Child is Pregnant" title="1 Year Old Child is Pregnant" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://www.magazine13.com/img/bizzare-oddities/1_year_old_child_is_pregnant/1_year_old_child_is_pregnant_05.jpg" alt="1_year_old_child_is_pregnant_05 1 Year Old Child is Pregnant" title="1 Year Old Child is Pregnant" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://www.magazine13.com/img/bizzare-oddities/1_year_old_child_is_pregnant/1_year_old_child_is_pregnant_06.jpg" alt="1_year_old_child_is_pregnant_06 1 Year Old Child is Pregnant" title="1 Year Old Child is Pregnant" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wut were you thinkin'? =x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope the unborn fetus would be fine, but it's kinda impossible. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Credits goes to this &lt;a href="http://www.magazine13.com/featured-articles/1-year-old-child-is-pregnant.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-7382217081569727081?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7382217081569727081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=7382217081569727081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7382217081569727081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7382217081569727081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-year-old-child-is-pregnant.html' title='1 Year Old Child is Pregnant'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-8299097063272293706</id><published>2008-12-02T04:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:51:46.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucked up shit'/><title type='text'>I'm now telling you all that you ever wanted to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I once used to love Piglet. Now I hate it, cause of wut? Sigh, how intimidating. I'm getting tired of hating stuff I used to once love just cause of you. It's pointless I know. But it irks me so much. I used to love roses, but now when I think of purple roses? Lol. Forget it. I'm really sick and tired. See? That's the bad thing 'bout falling too deep in love. Everything plays back in your mind like a movie - the walk down good and bad memory lane. (With an emphasis on the latter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just love wut I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; love and hate wut I hate without the influence of wut you did hovering around me? Ya I admit I'm selfish. But the thought of my Boyfriend going the extra mile for other girls makes me wonder wut's so special 'bout him going the extra mile for me then. Lol. Wutevaaa. I'm a selfish brat wut. (I'm saying it again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last time, perhaps I'm just gonna go with my will and stop succuming to the raging, confused and hurt voices within me. Just in case you're reading this, yes it still affects and haunts me up till this very day. But you don't have to ask or talk to me about it, cause we all know it ain't gonna help. Therefore, it'd most prolly be better if we keep shut 'bout it. I'm blogging 'bout it cause it's boggling my veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do not want to explode. Again. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had my share of let-downs I did to you too. Feel free to hate me for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, jolly well do hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Audition&lt;br /&gt;-Patrick Starfish&lt;br /&gt;-Piglet&lt;br /&gt;-Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;-The car's passenger seat which they both once sat (Petty? Yes I am. Same like you, I HATE sharing very much, thank you)&lt;br /&gt;-Purple roses&lt;br /&gt;-Sashimi&lt;br /&gt;-LIES AND NOTHING BUT LIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I won't bother to think of any more, cause that's all that has been lingering in my head - past and present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for your time. *Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic? No, not really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were stronger&lt;br /&gt;All we do is linger&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna try now&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is good-bye&lt;br /&gt;To find a way that I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take your tears&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, 7 takes of the same old scene&lt;br /&gt;Seems we're bound by the loss of the same routine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta talk to you now 'fore we go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;But will you sleep once I tell you what's hurting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you'll ask me to hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And carry on like nothing's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But there is no more time for lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I see sunset in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STROK-5iMcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uzt8WgheUsc/s1600-h/headfones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STROK-5iMcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uzt8WgheUsc/s400/headfones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274927014147666370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-8299097063272293706?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8299097063272293706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=8299097063272293706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/8299097063272293706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/8299097063272293706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-now-telling-you-all-that-you-ever.html' title='I&apos;m now telling you all that you ever wanted to know'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STROK-5iMcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uzt8WgheUsc/s72-c/headfones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-1425904174214764691</id><published>2008-12-01T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:15:52.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigh-s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>You're everything I thought you never were&lt;br /&gt;And nothing like about you could've been&lt;br /&gt;But still you lived inside of me&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I wish I could forget&lt;br /&gt;The only one I loved and not forgive&lt;br /&gt;And though you break my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though there are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't erase the times that you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And put tears on my face&lt;br /&gt;And even now I hate you its pains me to say&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STOVHxh8PvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WtmDiLsnaV4/s1600-h/ilu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STOVHxh8PvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WtmDiLsnaV4/s400/ilu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274723549368303346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: A very sad story about the fate of a dog that tugs on heartstrings below. I nearly cried. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, pets are for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;life&lt;/span&gt;. (Read: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l-i-f-e&lt;/span&gt;) Not for a moment of sheer novelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Could You? by  Jim Willis&lt;/strong&gt;        &lt;hr style="color: rgb(209, 209, 225);" size="1"&gt;    &lt;!-- / icon and title --&gt;         &lt;!-- message --&gt;   &lt;div id="post_message_1411819"&gt;When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_1411819"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-1425904174214764691?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1425904174214764691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=1425904174214764691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/1425904174214764691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/1425904174214764691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/broken-hearted-girl.html' title=':('/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STOVHxh8PvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WtmDiLsnaV4/s72-c/ilu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-6609833652083757704</id><published>2008-11-29T01:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:38:52.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigh-s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est la vie'/><title type='text'>So far from where we started, so far from what we wanted</title><content type='html'>I think I'm pretty much a pessimistic girl. Oh well. It's not like I never wanted or tried to be optimistic. *Rolls eyes and bangs head on table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STAorWNnRQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tJPaaRsALr0/s1600-h/memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STAorWNnRQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tJPaaRsALr0/s320/memories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273759888813016322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STApFYf6XSI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kmf__4-4yWQ/s1600-h/z69812790.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STApFYf6XSI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kmf__4-4yWQ/s320/z69812790.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273760336103234850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STApUcixgjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FeYPrE36mUc/s1600-h/Quietly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STApUcixgjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FeYPrE36mUc/s400/Quietly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273760594887017010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Growing old together seems so hard now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STAsPV6PBOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/AqUQA2pwiOE/s1600-h/down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/STAsPV6PBOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/AqUQA2pwiOE/s400/down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273763805741909218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why does loving you have to be so hard? I fail to comprehend.&lt;/span&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/1649798639996975594-6609833652083757704?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6609833652083757704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=6609833652083757704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6609833652083757704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6609833652083757704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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term='Tiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Tiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS43_V3amWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/d3uPWCBY6mg/s1600-h/nini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS43_V3amWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/d3uPWCBY6mg/s400/nini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273213775038290274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"A dash of lion, several teaspoons of rabbit, a couple of ounces of domestic cat, one part court jester, a dash of ballerina, a pinch of old man, a bit of beggar, a tablespoon of monkey, one part baby seal, a dash of teddy bear, and, for the rest, dogs of Tibetan and Chinese origin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Tiny'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS43_V3amWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/d3uPWCBY6mg/s72-c/nini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-7032343468807917300</id><published>2008-11-27T04:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:13:09.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Dirty linen all dug up</title><content type='html'>When you first left me&lt;br /&gt;I was wanting more&lt;br /&gt;But you were fucking that girl next  door&lt;br /&gt;What'cha do that for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first left me&lt;br /&gt;I  didn't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I've never been on my own that way&lt;br /&gt;Just sat by myself  all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost back then&lt;br /&gt;But with a little help from my  friends&lt;br /&gt;I found the light in the tunnel at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're calling me up  on the phone&lt;br /&gt;So you can have a little whine and a moan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only  because you're feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you see me&lt;br /&gt;You say that you want me back&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you it don't mean jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;No I just couldn't help myself&lt;br /&gt;See you  messed up my mental health&lt;br /&gt;I was quite unwell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://www.imeem.com/ilovestage/music/_CBlWMb-//"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃不能吃睡不能睡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有了你全都不对&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我都学不会把爱敷衍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用笑容来把眼泪催眠&lt;br /&gt;笑不能笑哭不敢哭&lt;br /&gt;人不像人鬼不像鬼&lt;br /&gt;朋友都说这不过失恋&lt;br /&gt;但我却连呼吸都胆怯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;能不能不爱了因为爱太痛了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我痛得快死了却无法把你忘了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能不能不爱了爱情它太痛了&lt;br /&gt;我痛得快死了却无法把爱割舍&lt;br /&gt;...我不能睡...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不能够不能够不爱了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2959967608552001747?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2959967608552001747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-7263578346072634037</id><published>2008-10-22T11:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:14:17.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Horoscope readings can be freaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relationships with Scorpio are always complicated, just like the person, their relationships are a series of extremes, they can even be downright moody for no apparent reason.&lt;/span&gt; Scorpios are known for their possessiveness and jealousy but on the other hand, they are extremely loyal. Scorpios have an excellent memory and combined with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an inability to let things go&lt;/span&gt;, they can hold a grudge against someone who did them harm forever, in fact &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Scorpio rarely if never forgives and forgets.&lt;/span&gt; They will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even go as far as get vengeance on the person.&lt;/span&gt; On the other hand, they will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always remember a kind gesture forever and repay it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any kind selfless gesture done to a Scorpio will gain trust and respect which is extremely important to them in any relationship, either romantic or not.&lt;/span&gt; The best advice is to be honest with a Scorpio friend and in return, you will gain an amazing friend you will never forget and who will be loyal to you and never make false promises. Their truthful and shocking sense of humor if different than that of any other zodiac sign and the Scorpio makes an amazing, powerful interesting friend that can be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense, passionate, brooding, magnetic; stubborn, unyielding, driven          by emotions; stands up for self, usually covertly, manipulates power;          understands deeper layers of the psyche beyond the ego, unable to communicate          this well leading to misunderstandings; intrigued by the "dark side"          of life; the underground, people whose job involves going beneath surface          appearances; sexuality, especially the transformative power of the orgasm;          self-mastery, breaking free of illusory limitations, the Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios are the most powerful, energetic and intense personalities in          zodiac. They may outwardly appear calm, self-controlled or even pleasant,          but, within, they are volcanoes of intense emotional energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When their energies are unleashed, they cause stormy upheavals whether          for better or worse. The Scorpio plays a new role with different goals,          morals and ideals in every next phase of his life. The influence of Pluto          assists the Scorpios to identify their new roles, which become the raison          de etre of their life. Pluto’s energy elevates Scorpios to higher          levels of awareness in their chosen spheres of interest. Scorpios ruthlessly          wipe off any hindrance that comes in their path towards the achievement          of their goals.       &lt;p align="justify"&gt; Scorpios’ energies may take a destructive route too, though this          destruction may, sometimes, prove to be a prerequisite for a new construction          for the better. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The fundamental premise about Scorpios is that they are the reservoirs          of restless energy raring to burst at their seams, or just trying to shoot          up towards higher levels. The horoscope of a Scorpio with Pluto in the          natal chart may reveal the true implications of its influence: a Scorpio          is intense, powerful and revolutionary. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="justify"&gt; A Scorpio has keen, watchful, irresistible and hypnotic eyes, which          appear to pierce through the heart and find the truth within it. A Scorpio          is a man of extreme likes and dislikes. He is stubbornly outspoken and          may make life long enemies.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Scorpios are passionate lovers. They, may, however, release their intense         and powerful sexual urges into many creative channels like competitive         sports or other fields of their business and social activities. Intensity         is the hallmark of Scorpios.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The downside of Scorpio’s traits is that they can be very jealous         personalities. This weakness may at times affect their relationships not         only with their close colleagues and friends, but may also sweep almost         every people who are better placed in any field, whether business, arts,         health, beauty and general accomplishments. A Scorpio can be possessive,         obstinate, compulsive, arrogant, volatile, indolent, self-indulgent, secretive         and resentful to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Compatibility Scorpio&lt;img src="http://www.psychic.com.au/images/horoscope/Scorpio.gif" alt="Aquarius" width="32" height="32" /&gt;        &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="half"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;24th October - 22nd November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scorpio Love Horoscope&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mostly compatible with:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Scorpio and Pisces &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Scorpio and Cancer&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-&gt; LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Can be good with:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scorpio and Sagittarius&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scorpio and Capricorn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scorpio and Virgo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scorpio and Libra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; A 50-50 chance with:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Scorpio and Gemini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scorpio and Aries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Doubtful with:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Scorpio and Aquarius&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scorpio and Taurus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scorpio and Leo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scorpio and Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whoa, that's like so.. freaking true. So very freaking true! ._."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-7263578346072634037?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7263578346072634037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=7263578346072634037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7263578346072634037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7263578346072634037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/10/horoscope-readings-can-be-freaky.html' title='Horoscope readings can be freaky'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-6751024255738603206</id><published>2008-10-20T13:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:15:36.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Let's talk 'bout... quizzes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/closed-quiz.aspx?quiz=44"&gt;Which TV Dog is Your Ideal Pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-talk-bout-quizzes.html' title='Let&apos;s talk &apos;bout... quizzes!'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-7374182281830335113</id><published>2008-10-06T04:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:15:04.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'>Antagonism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I hate fireworks.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I loathe Audition.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I detest Pepper Lunch.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I abhor everything that's gotta do with her.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm that selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-7374182281830335113?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7374182281830335113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=7374182281830335113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7374182281830335113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7374182281830335113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/10/antagonism.html' title='Antagonism'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-5140236005022553620</id><published>2008-09-25T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:47:02.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Airheads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some guys are seriously soooooooo stupid, my god. Hell yeah I'm so damn grouchy as I got interrupted from my almost into slumberland trance state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IDIOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-5140236005022553620?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5140236005022553620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=5140236005022553620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5140236005022553620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5140236005022553620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/09/airheads.html' title='Airheads.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2179158255554319495</id><published>2008-09-23T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:44:46.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'>Blinded...</title><content type='html'>It's at times like this when I see the things I least wanna see nor know, yet it surfaces. Feels like fuck, really. It's pointless shedding tears of frustration. There's no use in brooding. Yet... my heart feels like it's sinking. Horrible. It makes me feel so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have learnt; past is past.&lt;br /&gt;Learn, Stacey, learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;I just care too much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too immature.&lt;br /&gt;I should just stop it.&lt;br /&gt;I should just not give a fuck 'bout it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could permanently eradicate them and everything unpleasant from my memory. It's staining me. It's staining us. It's straining our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is blind, I'll find my way with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Past. is. past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2179158255554319495?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2179158255554319495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2179158255554319495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2179158255554319495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2179158255554319495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/09/blinded.html' title='Blinded...'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4774601755620699654</id><published>2008-09-19T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:28:44.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>❤</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyLHhLP_Om0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyLHhLP_Om0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg this is so frickin' cute! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1DMDEb_4KY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1DMDEb_4KY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby Ang! If you're reading this please take note of what she said 'bout getting bullied okay! You know why uh! Lol. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-4774601755620699654?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4774601755620699654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4774601755620699654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4774601755620699654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4774601755620699654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='❤'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-6434721258556503986</id><published>2008-09-10T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:30:41.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'>Apologies, Glances &amp; Messed Up Chances.</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on my old blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For your happiness and mine, I have to let you go. I've got no other choice. We just aren't happy together.. There're too many scars in this relationship. Scars won't heal no matter how much time passes and how many chances we give each other. &lt;p&gt;I'm crying myself to sleep everyday, I can't help but break down on my way to school when I see how other couples behave in the train, I see memories of us flashing through my mind whenever I close my eyes, I see you lying on the left side of my bed, I smell you in the clothes you've left at my place, everything reminds me of you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your silly sleeping habits, your eating habits which I understand so well that you're always so surprised, your childish actions, your imagination of you being Spiderman, your bad habits which I'd constantly keep a watch out for, your dreams, your frustrations.. I know it all so well, too well that it hurts...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Will time heal me? I've got no idea. Love isn't something I'll venture into again. It's just like a candle, where the flame burns so passionately and strongly when first lighted, but starts swaying when obstacles brush by, and finally dies off from the overwhelming pressure of obstacles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I used to believe that love could overcome all obstacles. Ha. How foolish and naive I was. &lt;/p&gt; 20th February 2006. Was it a mistake or a lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who made me realize I could actually love someone so much and sacrifice what mattered the most to me, the one who led me to having faith in love once again, the one who brought me out from the maze of darkness, the one who left me with the greatest memories, the one who never failed to make me smile no matter what you did, the one whom I could forgive unconditionally, the one who brought me to places I'd always wanted to go, the one who used to dote on me so much, the one whose arms I used to feel so secure in, the one who hugged me so tightly, the one whose hugs and kisses I never got sick of, the one who made me feel that love's worth it, the one whom I love cuddling with, the one who covered me with the blanket, the one who made sure my head was resting on a pillow, the one who loves bullying me, the one whom ate tubs and tubs of ice-cream with me, the one who I felt so blissed to have, the one whom I look forward to meeting each and every second, the one who made me feel so lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia,palatino;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope and pray for the day to come, the day which you and me been waiting for. It seems so far away which nothing can be help to bring things back like the past, both of us change into another person which we don't even know. No more Cinderella, i left her and we won't be turning our heads to look at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:1em;" &gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will be so perfect if you won't lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 0);font-family:georgia,palatino;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;i really hope that i can be simple minded and not so complicated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 51);font-size:xx-large;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate liars and liars shall rot in hell!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-6434721258556503986?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6434721258556503986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=6434721258556503986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6434721258556503986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6434721258556503986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/09/apologies-glances-messed-up-chances.html' title='Apologies, Glances &amp; Messed Up Chances.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-676960524934729395</id><published>2008-09-08T04:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T04:54:27.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'>We can't talk like we used to, there's just some things we can't say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time is an unreliable narrator. History gets rewritten in small ways with each passing day. The triangle we had all tried so hard to put to rest had come back to haunt us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Broken, terribly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Totally stripped of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SMQ_MtrQb6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/2KHhBauROEw/s1600-h/I%27m+sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SMQ_MtrQb6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/2KHhBauROEw/s320/I%27m+sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243385353818107810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-676960524934729395?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/676960524934729395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=676960524934729395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/676960524934729395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/676960524934729395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-cant-talk-like-we-used-to-theres.html' title='We can&apos;t talk like we used to, there&apos;s just some things we can&apos;t say.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SMQ_MtrQb6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/2KHhBauROEw/s72-c/I%27m+sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-324632047513137842</id><published>2008-09-05T07:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:18:06.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th February 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby Ang'/><title type='text'>I'll give my best - No, my very best. =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SMB5e2TudAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6c7yjWt-f7s/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SMB5e2TudAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6c7yjWt-f7s/s400/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242323537140544514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun came up, we were sleeping in, sunk inside our blankets, sprawled across the bed, and we were dreaming... of the future we'd come to share. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've grown so close though it's been so hard. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-324632047513137842?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/324632047513137842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=324632047513137842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/324632047513137842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/324632047513137842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-give-my-best-no-my-very-best.html' title='I&apos;ll give my best - No, my very best. =]'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SMB5e2TudAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6c7yjWt-f7s/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-14771836985450257</id><published>2008-09-03T11:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:33:11.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th February 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Je t'aime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sack of joy. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SL4DVqp6mFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/5nthoI17OL8/s1600-h/%3D%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SL4DVqp6mFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/5nthoI17OL8/s320/%3D%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241630687068067922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he closed his eyes deliberately after snapping this pic. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Suck blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SL4DcCC_O1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/mF87YasTJx0/s1600-h/%3D%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SL4DcCC_O1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/mF87YasTJx0/s320/%3D%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241630796426459986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;我爱你啦!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I just noticed that he looks kinda constipated.&lt;br /&gt;o.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P/s: Julia Lim is a crazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-14771836985450257?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/14771836985450257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=14771836985450257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/14771836985450257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/14771836985450257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/09/je-taime.html' title='Je t&apos;aime.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SL4DVqp6mFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/5nthoI17OL8/s72-c/%3D%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-829178515423777960</id><published>2008-09-02T05:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:28:16.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th February 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>All About Loving You.</title><content type='html'>Looking back, we've come so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From the first kiss you stole at the bus stop at Pasir Ris Park, "Dear 那个什么来的啊?" and the next thing I knew, your lips were locked with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To... the gradual downfall of our relationship. I'm sorry for the cruel way I left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've always tried to put up with my unreasonable temper till you ended up so pissed and helpless. I'm sorry for always blaming you. I'm sorry for how I'm always unwilling to say what's bothering me and leave you guessing 'cos you care that much. I know I'm not an easy girl to be with, and more then often my willfulness and pride gets the better of me. I'm sorry for how much you've suffered in the past when I'd threaten to put our relationship on the line. I'm sorry for the tears you shed and the lies I told. I know that all the things you did which hurt me was all due to the fact that you couldn't surpress your anger towards the things I did any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else could dote on me this much?&lt;br /&gt;Who else would go the extra mile just to see me smile?&lt;br /&gt;Who else would change so much just for me?&lt;br /&gt;Who else could make me feel this comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;Who else would do all those silly stuff with me?&lt;br /&gt;Who else would bother to put up with my stupid temper?&lt;br /&gt;Who else would want me back so much despite the countless arguments we've had?&lt;br /&gt;Who else could understand me this well?&lt;br /&gt;Who else could love me this much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not the least, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who else could bully me this much?&lt;/span&gt; =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot since we got back together after a separation of one year. Neither of us expected this, but I guess God has his way of planning and handling things. I'm glad, and despite of all the shit we've been through, I still love him truckloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We've all done terrible things to each other, but we have to forgive each other or everything we ever were will mean nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the best Boyfriend I can ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Hubby Ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a game of chances, and I'll take my chance with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SLxqtjacRhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/F9YJ8yp2mmM/s1600-h/18062007202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SLxqtjacRhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/F9YJ8yp2mmM/s320/18062007202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241181397185218066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/onyC1bK_Gm"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/onyC1bK_Gm" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/ACR3u9/music/guQdODOf/bon_jovi_all_about_loving_you/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-829178515423777960?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/829178515423777960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=829178515423777960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/829178515423777960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/829178515423777960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-about-loving-you.html' title='All About Loving You.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SLxqtjacRhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/F9YJ8yp2mmM/s72-c/18062007202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-3696010830486754727</id><published>2008-09-01T07:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:25:02.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th February 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brighten up my day with that cheeky and silly smile of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Care for me and make sure I'm always fine.&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Always try to make me happy no matter how silly you may have to be.&lt;br /&gt;Would find time for me despite your busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou' there's so much more, but all I know is that you've grown up my silly boy. I'm sorry that I left you for a year, but I guess it was a blessing in disguise, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SLsn2clXgEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cTTO20D5QIM/s1600-h/xoxo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SLsn2clXgEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cTTO20D5QIM/s320/xoxo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240826407715045442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I know the past still haunts us at times, but we'll make it through the rain. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-3696010830486754727?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3696010830486754727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=3696010830486754727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3696010830486754727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3696010830486754727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/09/you.html' title='You...'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SLsn2clXgEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cTTO20D5QIM/s72-c/xoxo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-3719793346231295324</id><published>2008-07-02T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:38:20.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>When I'm Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You were never there for me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt; It was always someone else, who could care more than you did, if you even did bother to care. I told you there's a limit to how much a heart can take didn't I? I told you umpteenth times that if I'm ever gone, I'm gone for good, 'cos I'd leave all the memories behind when I move on. And I did, after so long.  Gone are the days of getting drunk, chain smoking, crying, and waiting on something that would never come. Almost everyone around me called me stupid, and I finally realize it now. I now see the clear picture after love's no longer blinding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quit asking me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't I, didn't I tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-3719793346231295324?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3719793346231295324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=3719793346231295324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3719793346231295324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3719793346231295324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-im-gone.html' title='When I&apos;m Gone.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-5366729212689598159</id><published>2008-06-30T04:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:26:48.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turn-Offs'/><title type='text'>Eeeeewwwww!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/5148101"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/5148101&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugly faggot! Ahaha. Okay, I guess I need sleep. Insufficient sleep makes my brain cells go haywire. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to click! Click click click! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-5366729212689598159?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5366729212689598159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=5366729212689598159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5366729212689598159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5366729212689598159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/eeeeewwwww.html' title='Eeeeewwwww!'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2891561268109438544</id><published>2008-06-24T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:06:18.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'>보고싶다</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of you Daddy, and what can I say? I just miss you, so badly. If only life were like games, where one could be revived. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2891561268109438544?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2891561268109438544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2891561268109438544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2891561268109438544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2891561268109438544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_24.html' title='보고싶다'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-6762914008333646642</id><published>2008-06-22T05:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:22.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Makes Me Wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y'know it's funny how when you've completely gotten over someone and when you look back, you end up laughing and thinking to yourself how the fuck could you be so foolish? Aha. Sometimes I really wonder how love could make someone so damn blind. It really makes you lose your sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in case you failed to notice and see, my heart bled before you, those foolish games tore me apart, and your thoughtless words broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But note, they're all in past tense. Thank you thou', cos through every failed relationship I'd learn. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SF17FTcqN_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Xzx8X2YkP-0/s1600-h/moongazers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SF17FTcqN_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Xzx8X2YkP-0/s320/moongazers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214459274614945778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-6762914008333646642?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6762914008333646642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=6762914008333646642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6762914008333646642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6762914008333646642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes Me Wonder.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SF17FTcqN_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Xzx8X2YkP-0/s72-c/moongazers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-8666151252056590967</id><published>2008-06-21T05:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:23.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Better In Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It'll all get better in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't turn on the TV&lt;br /&gt;Without something there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Was it all that easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To just put aside your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you didn't notice boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You meant everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm gonna be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since there's no more you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's time I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I can be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And live my life how it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter how hard it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be fine without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes I will&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true. I've been repeating this song for 3 hours straight, and all I can say is that it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yJgc53UqQg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yJgc53UqQg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music's awesome, her vocals are awesome, the lyrics are awesome, what more can you ask for? ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Y'know I'm always here for you ERB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good night world.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFwlB7_F_VI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/o1fLutqPJJk/s1600-h/sugardust019-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFwlB7_F_VI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/o1fLutqPJJk/s200/sugardust019-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214083183800614226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-8666151252056590967?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8666151252056590967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=8666151252056590967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/8666151252056590967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/8666151252056590967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/better-in-time.html' title='Better In Time.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFwlB7_F_VI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/o1fLutqPJJk/s72-c/sugardust019-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-960907746934211345</id><published>2008-06-17T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:24.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoirs'/><title type='text'>★ Twinkle twinkle lil' star! (Totally no link)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I, Stacey &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Poh Wei Ling&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, finally decided to get my lazy ass off to blog and update as I previously stated that I would. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I was forced to type this, it wasn't done willingly!!!) &lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now let me rewind to erm... let's start from last Thursday all right? Sorry lah, you all know that I have short-term memory (STM) one lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12th June 2008 (Thursday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, seriously how time flies! It's already the 17th now! Wtfff. What have I been doing these few days?! I suddenly seem to understand how those people in the movies who wake up to find that they've been teleport-ed into the future all of a sudden feel. "What the fuckkkkk" just keeps playing in their minds! Err... at least that's what I think. And that's enough! Okay! Period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, gettin' back on track, I met Ray in the evening at Tampines. Trust me, it was ages since I last met him, and y'know what was the first thing he said to me? HE SAID THAT I APPARENTLY BECAME SHORTER!!! My gawd, I felt like banging my head against the wall at that juncture. Okay, maybe not mine, but his. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! We walked around Tampines Mall aimlessly for 'bout half an hour and proceeded to the Sakura outlet at Tampines Safra's branch to meet his friends and colleagues for dinner. I'll skip the unnecessary details (being the very lazy girl I always am), and fast-forward to the significant parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this colleague of Ray's who goes by the name B*nja*i*. (I refuse to spell his name out fully as it's very easy to chance upon stuffs on the Internet as ya'll should already know, some more people is Police okay! Wait he catch me how!! [read that out aloud in the typical Singlish slang]. Let's just call him B-guy for easy reference aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, he happily ate my dory fish which me and Ray went to order specially for me!! Okay, never minddd. *rolls eyes* After eating MY dory fish, he was busily peeling some steamed prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tk4.storage.msn.com/y1pzoMU0RQhWnQCmav7lUBU5zuO8CYlVWMiH3RDrfsQKbRpRCXDDltUNp9FFQqbS8zhp563GUsH0G2ChbMWY2wGTA?PARTNER=WRITER"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://tk4.storage.msn.com/y1pzoMU0RQhWnQCmav7lUBU5zuO8CYlVWMiH3RDrfsQKbRpRCXDDltUNp9FFQqbS8zhp563GUsH0G2ChbMWY2wGTA?PARTNER=WRITER" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After putting like 3 of the poor prawns into his big mouth and swallowing them, he left the last one untouched and wanted it to be cleared. Ray's colleague (I forgot who) then asked B-guy why he didn't want that prawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-guy then replied: 不好吃，没有 zhup. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It isn't nice, there's no juice.&lt;/span&gt;) It doesn't sound so funny after being translated into English somehow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I was on the verge of bursting out laughing, but I had to force myself to control my laughter as Ray's friends and colleagues were there!!! Can you imagine the agony I was faced with? *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray then replied: 当然啦，这不是女的 mah. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course, this isn't a female what.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh myyyy goddddd... AHAHA! B-guy then had that "whatever" look on his face. I swear I've never seen an uglier expression than that in my whole life of coming 20 years. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFdWkBlCYMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9Rtgz0XACo0/s1600-h/i91279318267977qi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFdWkBlCYMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9Rtgz0XACo0/s320/i91279318267977qi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212730270603698370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving on, me and Ray headed over to Downtown East to catch a midnight movie. Actually there's a lot more about the B-guy that I would loveee to scoff over, but I'm way too lazyyy. So we caught "The Happening", which is SO NOT HAPPENING. You may ask why the hell did we choose that movie in the first place. The main reason being 'cos the poster was so professionally PHOTOSHOPPED!! It looked so very promising okay I tell you. Nah, see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/52/Thehappening1_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/52/Thehappening1_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Call me dumb, superficial, or whatever. But seriously, who doesn't pay attention to eye-catching things?! All humans are visual - yes, I learnt that in Psychology which is driving me psycho. Mehhh. My sincere advice is to give this movie a miss, seriously. A total waste of time and moolahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFdXP66POQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/e5XcXi7MY0w/s1600-h/fucku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFdXP66POQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/e5XcXi7MY0w/s320/fucku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212731024727816450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th June 2008 (Friday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much took place on this day, met some ol' friends for a drink, and that's 'bout it! Aiya, nothing particularly interesting or fascinating happened, so I shall not blog much about it lor... okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14th June 2008 (Saturday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of my ol' friend's birthday, so I made it down together with Joseph as to be exact, I got to know Jackson (the birthday boy) through Joseph years ago. Damn, I sound so old!! And I just noticed that both their names begin with the same initials. All right, that was random I know, but don't you know that random's my middle name?! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, saw a couple of familiar faces upon reaching the Pub. I can't remember the name as I didn't bother paying attention. All I know is that it was located at Boat Quay, and I was literally following Joseph blindly. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some lil' catch-up talks with Joseph and we touched on some really ol' issues which took place like 3 to 4 years ago? Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Warning: Longgggg dialouge)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: J stands for Joseph, and S for Stacey respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Aye you've changed a lot already man seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; Ya lah I know lah. A lot older, fatter and uglier right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; *rolls eyes* No lah! I meant your character and thinking lah, wa lao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; Oh. In what ways have I changed sia. *looks around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; You're tamer now and much more matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; What the fuck! I'm not an animal okay! *angry face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; *dash underscore dash face* You know what I mean lah Poh Wei Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; *smiles* Aiya, everyone has to grow up and change sooner or later what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Ya lor, don't know who was the first girl to break up with me lor last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; *tsk* Stop taunting me lah. Karma has already taken its toll on me can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; *pats my head* Ok lah, I'm sorry. But what was the real reason that triggered you to break up with me uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; *sighs* Immaturity lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; *gives me a hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to the Pub and drank a lil'. I've never liked drinking anyway. *Shrugs* Joseph sang Jay's 轨迹 and asked me if I still remember the song. Of 'cos I do. It was our "break-up song", wasn't it. Aha. I jokingly said I much prefer 我不配 now, and he gave me that stupid face he always pulls when things don't go his way. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some jokers got really drunk and did some stupid stuff, but I shan't mention who and what to avoid any form of disgruntlement. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph sent me home, but we dropped by Geylang on the way as we planned to buy the ciggies there initially, but we were unable to find the men. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did this when Joseph kept irritating me and pinching my cheeks whilst I was ogling Daniel Wu on screen! Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFdTBULmjWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/moEXAUJ6ZrM/s1600-h/sugardustbleh-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFdTBULmjWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/moEXAUJ6ZrM/s320/sugardustbleh-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212726375766986082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please lorrr Joseph Lim, stop saying you have awesome photography skills! Look at the stupid peektureee, it's sooooo blurrrrr!!! Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, show ya'll some horrendously ugly pictures of me I took on the same day to scare you guys! *evil grin* Heh hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFdYHrCa5PI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cxpvouu9KEE/s1600-h/sugardust11-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFdYHrCa5PI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cxpvouu9KEE/s320/sugardust11-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212731982539842802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFdYUW9o1XI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zYbMi5D_nGE/s1600-h/sugardust1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFdYUW9o1XI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zYbMi5D_nGE/s320/sugardust1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212732200489375090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HANTU!!! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15th June 2008 (Sunday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ray, Jiejie and Xinfu for coffee and crapped a whole lot! Laughters, catching-up and talking cock is always lovely! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I'm gonna stop here. I'm tired! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-960907746934211345?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/960907746934211345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=960907746934211345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/960907746934211345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/960907746934211345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/twinkle-twinkle-lil-star-totally-no.html' title='★ Twinkle twinkle lil&apos; star! (Totally no link)'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SFdWkBlCYMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9Rtgz0XACo0/s72-c/i91279318267977qi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-7920279553040322940</id><published>2008-06-16T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:48:28.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello world. Sorry for the lack of updates, I've been busy and of course... procrastinating. Heh. I promise to update tomorrow/soon! Love ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-7920279553040322940?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7920279553040322940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=7920279553040322940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7920279553040322940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7920279553040322940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2786996925618501384</id><published>2008-06-08T03:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:24.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Ooh ooh yeah~ Let me be wit youuuu~ ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was bored, stressed out from doing my assignments, Let Me Be With You started playing on my Winamp playlist, recalled there was a Chobits picture in some random magazine lying around in my room, got myself a Faber Castell pencil and paper, and started doodling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SErd_vR4zFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MATFwobVwgo/s1600-h/Chobits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SErd_vR4zFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MATFwobVwgo/s400/Chobits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209220006100388946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't very nice, but at least it made me smile when I thought of something. Teehee. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2786996925618501384?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2786996925618501384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2786996925618501384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2786996925618501384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2786996925618501384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/ooh-ooh-yeah-let-me-be-wit-youuuu.html' title='Ooh ooh yeah~ Let me be wit youuuu~ ♥'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SErd_vR4zFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MATFwobVwgo/s72-c/Chobits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-485543622270072318</id><published>2008-06-07T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:28.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Pardon the language.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When will some fucktards actually learn to start using their long-forgotten-that-it-exists expired god damn puny pea sized brains?! HELLO, just because I wasn't able to make it to meet you guys, it doesn't justify your fucking haughty attitude, and neither does it present you with your self-acclaimed rights to tell me what I should or shouldn't do, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, you aren't my next of kin, neither are you a priority in my life that would make me succumb to your demands and expectations. Oh, so you want me to devote all my time to you? Tell me then, what do I get in return? Oh boy, I, for sure, do not enjoy interacting with you, in fact it gets on my nerves so bad at times. Just because most people would cast covetous eyes at your material wealth doesn't imply that I have to give a flying fuck too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been spoiled by material wealth and overbearing parenting to the extend that you expect me to listen to everything you say? Dream on, carry on harboring that fat hope loser. I absolutely cannot tolerate people breathing down my neck and controlling me like a puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I cannot smoke uh? I'm not allowed to reach home later then 11p.m uh? I should be sleeping during the night uh? I should not keep in contact with my ex and this and that guy uh? I should not chat on Msn so much uh? I ought to stop socializing uh? I this I that uh?"&lt;/span&gt; Well, go screw yourself ai mai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Anyway, in a nutshell, you really did a great job at making me lose my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a lighter note, I was browsing through my picture folders and found some kickass shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEnGzLkVn7I/AAAAAAAAANU/WQG0lvlDsVY/s1600-h/retro_feelings_by_UnutulmusHatira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEnGzLkVn7I/AAAAAAAAANU/WQG0lvlDsVY/s320/retro_feelings_by_UnutulmusHatira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208913026611519410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A photograph of inexpressible beauty... ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEnGlVmCabI/AAAAAAAAANM/d4isi-qr28A/s1600-h/_Cigarettes__by_whorer_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEnGlVmCabI/AAAAAAAAANM/d4isi-qr28A/s320/_Cigarettes__by_whorer_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208912788784834994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You've got cigarettes on your breath. Lovely, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEnGJ9M_ryI/AAAAAAAAANE/HaRXUHaCO8E/s1600-h/z73701411.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEnGJ9M_ryI/AAAAAAAAANE/HaRXUHaCO8E/s400/z73701411.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208912318380879650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like the contrast and feeling of helplessness this picture evokes and brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEnHTkYa-iI/AAAAAAAAANc/JdvNx_FNtfY/s1600-h/7a6d1032e323b0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEnHTkYa-iI/AAAAAAAAANc/JdvNx_FNtfY/s320/7a6d1032e323b0_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208913583028238882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not much's needed to say. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEnHuNo6vzI/AAAAAAAAANs/7f5f04AD1NI/s1600-h/STUPID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEnHuNo6vzI/AAAAAAAAANs/7f5f04AD1NI/s400/STUPID.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208914040779882290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somewhat in conjuction with my post. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: I can't sleep!!! I.. need... help. (o`з´o)&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/1649798639996975594-485543622270072318?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/485543622270072318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=485543622270072318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/485543622270072318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/485543622270072318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/pardon-language.html' title='Pardon the language.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEnGzLkVn7I/AAAAAAAAANU/WQG0lvlDsVY/s72-c/retro_feelings_by_UnutulmusHatira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-6488158028537994812</id><published>2008-06-05T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:28.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>(^з^)-☆(^ω^)V \(^∇^)/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEf31Puv9HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Fk5ltZY2RNc/s1600-h/%3D%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEf31Puv9HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Fk5ltZY2RNc/s400/%3D%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208403988205007986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much my pooh pooh loves bibi? (・ε・)ノ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAN CHUN HOE you better not bully my pooh... or else... 凸(`з´)&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be right back! &lt;/span&gt;肚子痛。o(&gt;_&lt;)o  (¬_¬)&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-6488158028537994812?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6488158028537994812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=6488158028537994812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6488158028537994812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6488158028537994812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/v.html' title='(^з^)-☆(^ω^)V \(^∇^)/'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SEf31Puv9HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Fk5ltZY2RNc/s72-c/%3D%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-5782833124768838252</id><published>2008-06-05T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:53:28.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>God Bless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be fine Mummy, all the best for your operation tomorrow. Everything will go well. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-5782833124768838252?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5782833124768838252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=5782833124768838252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5782833124768838252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5782833124768838252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-bless.html' title='God Bless.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-6313701340437065397</id><published>2008-06-04T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T04:27:46.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm still alive and kicking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello there, I know I haven't blogged for ages, am sorry for that. Just didn't feel like doing so. Y'know when laziness and procrastination just gets the better of you? Yea. Anyways, nothing special has taken place lately, not much updates in my life either. Just that I've been erm... I'll talk 'bout that another time. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a rather zombie-fied state right now, both physically and mentally so I'm just gonna rant and perhaps go try to get some sleep or bum around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really hate how boring local television productions can be. It always revolves around the same storyline... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn boring lah dey.&lt;/span&gt; *Yawns. Can someone recommend me any good horror movie or chick flicks? Movies of any genre which you found awesome would be great too! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body has been rejecting food these few days. I'd end up throwing up mostly whatever I put into my mouth and swallow. And for the 715191070624th time, I am neither bulimic nor aneroxic, thank you very much. If I had either of the mentioned eating disorders, I WOULDN'T BE SO FAT OKAY! =[ Seriously I wouldn't mind being aneroxic for let's say a period of a month or so, if I could. Bwahaha. I would dieee to lose a whole load of weight. But the problem is, it's IMPOSSIBLE, and it will always be. So yea, *brushes off the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma' stop here, I'll update perhaps later, tomorrow, or... God knows when. *bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Thanks to those who cheered me up when I was down. You guys know who you are. =] *Big huggles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-6313701340437065397?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6313701340437065397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=6313701340437065397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6313701340437065397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6313701340437065397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-still-alive-and-kicking.html' title='I&apos;m still alive and kicking.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2698236149524946672</id><published>2008-05-16T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:32:22.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'>I wanted you to throw rocks at my window, not at my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And "you'll be sorry" isn't that what they'll say? Don't follow your heart 'cause it just seems to get in your way. I guess that's what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2698236149524946672?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2698236149524946672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2698236149524946672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2698236149524946672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2698236149524946672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanted-you-to-throw-rocks-at-my.html' title='I wanted you to throw rocks at my window, not at my heart.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-5211580206955502825</id><published>2008-05-14T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:59:43.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Kryptonite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought I’d doubt you&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;I’m slowly getting closure&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s really over&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally gettin’ better&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;From spending all of these months&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-5211580206955502825?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5211580206955502825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=5211580206955502825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5211580206955502825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5211580206955502825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/kryptonite.html' title='Kryptonite'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-7971190818300141168</id><published>2008-05-12T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:33:59.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Happy 20th Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;KIWIB♥Y!&lt;/span&gt; =]&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had fun! I'll pass you your pressie when I meet you again aite! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuck, I skipped school today 'cos I wasn't feeling too well. Shoot me in the head please. Sigh. I hope I didn't miss out too much or on anything important. Fancy me being so concerned over school matters. Awesome! Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-7971190818300141168?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7971190818300141168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=7971190818300141168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7971190818300141168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7971190818300141168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-20th-birthday.html' title='Happy 20th Birthday...'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-277572272564541946</id><published>2008-05-11T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:26:30.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Tempted To Touch, Tempted To Drive, Tempted To BUY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How I love these cars so... I tend to have a thing for small, cute and convertible cars as compared to sleek and stylish cars of any sorts. Mumsy said she'd buy me a small car when I get my driving license, and I started to dream of these two "small" cars which are on the higher end! LOL. -Wishful thinking-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the Mini Cooper and Volkswagen Beetle! Don't ask me why! I can't imagine myself driving a sleek car like say; a Lexus or something, or a sporty car like a RX-8 (thou' I love this car like crazy). Not that I'd get to drive them anyway. *rolls eyes. A small car would be just nice for *ahem* a person of my height I guess. Heh. I'm only 155cm, what do you expect?! =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.motorauthority.com/wp-content/uploads/Mini/Mk2/diesel/mini_cooper_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.motorauthority.com/wp-content/uploads/Mini/Mk2/diesel/mini_cooper_main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahhh... how nice. I love the contrast of the colours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bmw2002.co.uk/images/news/Mini%20Cooper%20D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.bmw2002.co.uk/images/news/Mini%20Cooper%20D.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SUPER DUPER KAWAII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cymru66.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/mini_down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.cymru66.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/mini_down.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The convertible in black just looks so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.businessweek.com/ss/06/05/summer_cars/image/minicooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.businessweek.com/ss/06/05/summer_cars/image/minicooper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't really fancy red... But it still looks frickin' good thou'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/cars/1/0/8/T/2007_mini_cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/cars/1/0/8/T/2007_mini_cooper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Imagines myself driving the Mini Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, it's time for the evergreen icon for small cars, the Volkswagen Beetle! It never seems to go out of fashion. *Claps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thelovebugz.co.uk/UserFiles/Image/L%20020%20internet%20a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.thelovebugz.co.uk/UserFiles/Image/L%20020%20internet%20a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE IT IN THIS COLOUR!!! It's so sweet and unique! I haven't seen this colour around in Singapore yet so far. I shall be the first to own it. &lt;/span&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seriouswheels.com/pics-2008/r-z-0-9/2008-Volkswagen-New-Beetle-Convertible-Driver-Side-Angle-1280x960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.seriouswheels.com/pics-2008/r-z-0-9/2008-Volkswagen-New-Beetle-Convertible-Driver-Side-Angle-1280x960.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black would do just fine, look at the shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seriouswheels.com/pics-2008/r-z-0-9/2008-Volkswagen-New-Beetle-Convertible-Rear-1280x960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.seriouswheels.com/pics-2008/r-z-0-9/2008-Volkswagen-New-Beetle-Convertible-Rear-1280x960.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back-view of the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.supercarnews.net/photo-gallery/volkswagen/2007-volkswagen-triple-white-new-beetle-convertible/2007-volkswagen-triple-white-new-beetle-convertible-scn-net-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.supercarnews.net/photo-gallery/volkswagen/2007-volkswagen-triple-white-new-beetle-convertible/2007-volkswagen-triple-white-new-beetle-convertible-scn-net-008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White is frickin' nice too! The only downside is that it's kinda common... Love how they made the interior leather cream white too. Awesome-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gayot.com/images/auto/vw_triple_white/backvw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.gayot.com/images/auto/vw_triple_white/backvw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beeu-tee-fullll~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buy anyone of them for me anyone? :x&lt;br /&gt;Sponsors would do just fine too. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I'm going out to celebrate Mother's Day for my Mumsy now! Happy Mother's Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1649798639996975594-277572272564541946?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/277572272564541946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=277572272564541946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/277572272564541946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/277572272564541946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/tempted-to-touch-tempted-to-drive.html' title='Tempted To Touch, Tempted To Drive, Tempted To BUY!'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2100206410013436685</id><published>2008-05-09T09:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:28.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slice of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>"It's Complicated"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was talking to Tristan on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Msn&lt;/span&gt;, and we happened to touch on the very overrated topic of "relationships". He shot me a simple question which left me dumbfounded for a couple of seconds. "Why are you still single?" I thought of brushing it off with a simple "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;, nobody wants me what&lt;/span&gt;" at first, but I began to look deeper into it subconsciously. The last serious relationship which I got involved in was around half a year ago. From then on, I've refrained from getting into relationships of any sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Such a simple question, yet I seem to be overthrown by it. I gave it some serious thought, and here are the very honest answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is too abused and overrated these days. People are mixing up crushes, infatuation, novelty and whatnot with love. Physical attractiveness vanquishes love these days in this realistic world. Lust overpowers love. Honey-coated tongues lash sweet nothings and lies without any qualms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've built my fortress strong, so I wouldn't get hurt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unnecessarily&lt;/span&gt; once more. Love is bound to hurt in someways, somewhere, but I see no point in hurting for someone who doesn't bother to shield their loved ones. Furthermore I don't really condone over-possessiveness. Humans these days tend to "cage" their partners to ensure that they wouldn't leave them for another. All boils down to a guilty consciousness, insecurity, a fucked up ego, and whatever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love shouldn't be only in words or speech, but also in truth and action. I'd rather be single and happy, then be in a relationship with someone who doesn't know how to reciprocate, appreciate and cherish. Kids these days are too spoilt, they expect everything to fall in place for them without lifting a finger, and make a big boohoo when things don't go their way and throw a bitch fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got numerous flaws, but at least I don't believe in toying with a person's feelings and treating love as a game. Okay, enough of ranting! I've gotta go prepare for school now. =[ Something for a laugh before I log off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SCO4wbtF4bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/L6v8L_L7Tso/s1600-h/730215509_1430217217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SCO4wbtF4bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/L6v8L_L7Tso/s320/730215509_1430217217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198201537125802418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;revoir&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2100206410013436685?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2100206410013436685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2100206410013436685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2100206410013436685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2100206410013436685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-complicated.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Complicated&quot;'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SCO4wbtF4bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/L6v8L_L7Tso/s72-c/730215509_1430217217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-164183680751768091</id><published>2008-05-08T11:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:28.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Cuteness Overload!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lo and behold! Take a look at these lil' angels, they never fail to make me smile whenever my spirits have been dampened. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/6214/5939052493129654781ka7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/6214/5939052493129654781ka7.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are what I call "puppy eyes". Aww-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/3300/6363022121500803139rl4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/3300/6363022121500803139rl4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you feel your heart melting? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/2641/6363022121382742692lg4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/2641/6363022121382742692lg4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello there! I'm dying to pounce onto you and lick you! Let me out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img73.imageshack.us/img73/7527/8336661171632655217ks4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img73.imageshack.us/img73/7527/8336661171632655217ks4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHA! This made me laugh. Silly lil' pandas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img369.imageshack.us/img369/5170/sleeepykittyfm9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img369.imageshack.us/img369/5170/sleeepykittyfm9.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I... am... so... sleepy. Apparently not only humans doze off, cats do so too!&lt;/span&gt; o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/8383/5669702861348709082sj9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/8383/5669702861348709082sj9.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so mesmerized by you! Mewww~ =^.^=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/9409/5085410071428760770pz3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/9409/5085410071428760770pz3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snuggles and cuddles! How heartwarming... &lt;/span&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/6114/9023455812427932501yn4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/6114/9023455812427932501yn4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh look, the sink's really dirty! Wait, let me try to clean it. Here here... Perhaps there'd be a fish somewhere... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SCJwV7tF4aI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1U-A__DscBw/s1600-h/9570faf09a6a40e965fad7b829e43331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SCJwV7tF4aI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1U-A__DscBw/s320/9570faf09a6a40e965fad7b829e43331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197840442045358498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had a bad day? Let the lil' kitty fix it for you! And I certainly hope it did make you smile. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-164183680751768091?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/164183680751768091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=164183680751768091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/164183680751768091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/164183680751768091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/cuteness-overload.html' title='Cuteness Overload!'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SCJwV7tF4aI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1U-A__DscBw/s72-c/9570faf09a6a40e965fad7b829e43331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4234270969713423360</id><published>2008-05-07T18:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:29.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoirs'/><title type='text'>So Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be happy. That's all I want from you. I learnt a whole lot through the relationship. It was the only relationship which made me lose my sanity. How ironic. The 20th of February, 2006. We were still so immature, naive and ignorant then. Funny how a love-hate relationship could last two years. Countless and priceless memories; some that makes me laugh, some that makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SCGKsrtF4YI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DMweVsEUocg/s1600-h/-.-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SCGKsrtF4YI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DMweVsEUocg/s320/-.-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197587945212993922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We've both got different significant other-s now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1649798639996975594-4234270969713423360?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4234270969713423360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4234270969713423360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4234270969713423360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4234270969713423360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-yesterday.html' title='So Yesterday.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SCGKsrtF4YI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DMweVsEUocg/s72-c/-.-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4949887529225771147</id><published>2008-05-06T00:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:29.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>You're Beautiful, No Matter What They Say. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SB9Bp7H5JII/AAAAAAAAAJE/Vrq22__iKKc/s1600-h/z48000269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SB9Bp7H5JII/AAAAAAAAAJE/Vrq22__iKKc/s400/z48000269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196944683510080642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I'm fat, I know I have protruding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flabs&lt;/span&gt; everywhere, I know I'm not good enough, but fuck it. I'm happy and pretty much contented with the fact that I no longer have to consume my daily dose of thyroid medication which makes my weight fluctuate and leads me to ballooning like a fat and swollen sow. I'm happy the way I am now. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading so much about eating disorders, namely anorexia, bulimia, and whatnot. It's really saddening. God placed food on our tables to enjoy and fill us up, not to make us suffer and dig it all out just to puke the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt;' calories out; to make you feel oh-not-so-calorie-laden and lighter. Sigh. The media's idea of "acceptable" isn't what we should mutilate ourselves to be. Stop abusing your bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1649798639996975594-4949887529225771147?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4949887529225771147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4949887529225771147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4949887529225771147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4949887529225771147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/youre-beautiful-no-matter-what-they-say.html' title='You&apos;re Beautiful, No Matter What They Say. ♥'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SB9Bp7H5JII/AAAAAAAAAJE/Vrq22__iKKc/s72-c/z48000269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-687292772137449194</id><published>2008-05-05T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:02:53.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Assumptions &amp; Perceptions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex - Worthless or Priceless? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You decide, you be the judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A side note before I turn in to bed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt; - I know you're currently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' through a rather hard phase of life, but I know you're strong '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; to make it through the rain. I'll always be here to lend a listening ear or shoulder. Be strong baby, stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;drinkin&lt;/span&gt;' so much! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Karene&lt;/span&gt; - My dearest Sister, what would I ever do without you? :D Tomorrow's your first day at work, be a good girl, don't back out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aight&lt;/span&gt;? We'll see how things goes, you aren't alone! You've got your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;babyboy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meee&lt;/span&gt;. =] Do try to turn in earlier these days, don't ever wanna see my precious love tired. All the best, good luck! You've got me right behind you to catch ya back. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My Girl&lt;/span&gt; - It's been weeks since I last had a chance to talk to you. I miss you heaps darling. Get your fucking modem fixed asap and we'll pray that it wouldn't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;struck&lt;/span&gt; by thunder again together! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Teehee&lt;/span&gt;. I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; going fine and smooth-sailing on your side, I often think and worry 'bout you. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;EVIL RED BEAN&lt;/span&gt; - Meet me soon you stupid red bean! You deserve to be called stupid today 'cos you asked if my legs are that long &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Don't drink so much please, you're already red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt;'. :x I shan't nag too much at you here, you'll get it from me when you meet me. -Evil grin- And, last but not the least, GREEN TEA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;FRAPPUCINO&lt;/span&gt; AND NEXT MENTHOL CHILL ARE ALL MINE. MINE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MINEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MINEEE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ogay&lt;/span&gt;, that's enough craziness at this hour of the night. Good night peeps, have a good day tomorrow. Hope you'd wouldn't get Monday blues! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stacey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-687292772137449194?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/687292772137449194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=687292772137449194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/687292772137449194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/687292772137449194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/assumptions-perceptions.html' title='Assumptions &amp; Perceptions.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-8064540110069518918</id><published>2008-05-04T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:38:44.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frickin' Accurate And Spot On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You Are Right Brained In Love. ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouarightbrainedorleftbrainedwomaninlovequiz/right.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of a drama queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peacemaker, first to end a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good at thinking up creative dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tend to fall in love and get hurt easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going with your gut instead of your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empathetic and caring, sometimes to a fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good at recognizing patterns in relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love many times, perhaps too many to count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildly passionate and intense when falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous with relationships, going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overly visual - can play back past dates like movies in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses, love poems, and stuffed animals are a good start to winning your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-8064540110069518918?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8064540110069518918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=8064540110069518918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/8064540110069518918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/8064540110069518918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/frickin-accurate-and-spot-on.html' title='Frickin&apos; Accurate And Spot On!'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-3005854014864133715</id><published>2008-05-04T05:39:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:33.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slice of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I Can't Think Of A Suitable Title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;A normal day and random shots of my life!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzocrH5JDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EOY1GcF2KJs/s1600-h/Ecstacey.484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzocrH5JDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EOY1GcF2KJs/s320/Ecstacey.484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196283649388520498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't live without my daily dose of caffeine. It's what gets me through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzoIbH5JCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qYg1RT0nxUw/s1600-h/Ecstacey.482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzoIbH5JCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qYg1RT0nxUw/s320/Ecstacey.482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196283301496169506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some stupid Chinese movie I was watching before getting ready for school. Broken sentence structure in the subtitles! Direct translation from Chinese. -Sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBznoLH5JBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GWXcCugphEE/s1600-h/Ecstacey.480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBznoLH5JBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GWXcCugphEE/s320/Ecstacey.480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196282747445388306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute not?! Ear buds I bought specially for my 2 precious adorable dogs. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBznY7H5JAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-NTS-uClEvk/s1600-h/Ecstacey.495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBznY7H5JAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-NTS-uClEvk/s320/Ecstacey.495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196282485452383234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid messy lil' side table beside my bed. No matter how many times I tidy it, it gets messed up again in only a matter of hours. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBznMrH5I_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rSJxl8eB3dY/s1600-h/Ecstacey.499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBznMrH5I_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rSJxl8eB3dY/s320/Ecstacey.499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196282274998985714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Favouritism among the rest - Winnie-the-Pooh. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me now introduce you to my Korean beau. You can call him Max, or ChangMin if you'd like. You'll get to know more about his character from the following pictures and narrations. As you can see, he likes to act cute. -Shakes head-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzd_rH5I5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/DZa5dUHY-rA/s1600-h/977cw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzd_rH5I5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/DZa5dUHY-rA/s320/977cw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196272156056036242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basically, he LOVES to eat. He can eat for a whole day, and has various gluttonous expressions to come with it. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzeX7H5I7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/gTBf7ByxQ9k/s1600-h/max4id9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzeX7H5I7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/gTBf7ByxQ9k/s320/max4id9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196272572667863986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You see, the problem with him is that he doesn't really bother about his image when he's at home with me. Thus, the above result. When I tell him to mind his table manners, he never fails to give me that sickening yet adorable expression. I got fed up of seeing him gobbling food like a pig, so I confiscated all the food available in the house while he was bathing. -Evil grin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzfAbH5I9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jz4rEX_sUsA/s1600-h/ththMax_Nomorefood.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzfAbH5I9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jz4rEX_sUsA/s320/ththMax_Nomorefood.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196273268452565970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he came out from the shower, he started his daily routine of searching for afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; snacks to munch on. When he realized that not a single morsel of food was left, he exclaimed in astonishment and began to put on a pitiful act; hoping that I would return all his precious packets of crackers to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzc_rH5I4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/6NfKGEM69s4/s1600-h/yoominah0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzc_rH5I4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/6NfKGEM69s4/s320/yoominah0%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196271056544408450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, despite him tugging the sleeves of my shirt, I refused to give in. He then began to act cute and started pouting, sittin' at a corner and pretending to plan where to head to later; to replenish his snacks and food supply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzc3LH5I3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Gs3ObY7pO-8/s1600-h/e0074362_47cd48eb11a25%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzc3LH5I3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Gs3ObY7pO-8/s320/e0074362_47cd48eb11a25%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196270910515520370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I then apologized to him and returned him his snacks and whatnot. I told him to smile and take a picture, but he gave me that sulky expression. :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't want to bother 'bout him for a couple of days... and unexpectedly, he did something which moved me to tears. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzgCLH5I-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/lZ8_u7PATFY/s1600-h/___3N--CutieMAX.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzgCLH5I-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/lZ8_u7PATFY/s320/___3N--CutieMAX.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196274398028964834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He bought me a couple of my favorite Winnie-the-Pooh plushies, and went on stage to sing a love ballad dedicated to me, in attemp to apologize for his willfulness. I melted on the spot and we lived happily ever after. Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ogay, one last laugh before I go off. My Girl sent me this picture on Msn as she couldn't stop laughing after seeing it. And you'd bet I couldn't stop laughing too. Even a quick glance of the picture makes me burst into giggles. I'm sorry, I know I'm being mean... but I JUST CAN'T HELP IT! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the picture:&lt;br /&gt;(Click on the picture to enlarge it, if you can't see the captions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzsfbH5JFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KOU67-7vR7U/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzsfbH5JFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KOU67-7vR7U/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196288094679671890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG. LOLLOL, HAIS, HAHAHA, HAIS, LOLLL. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1649798639996975594-3005854014864133715?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3005854014864133715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=3005854014864133715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3005854014864133715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3005854014864133715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cant-think-of-suitable-title.html' title='I Can&apos;t Think Of A Suitable Title.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBzocrH5JDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EOY1GcF2KJs/s72-c/Ecstacey.484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-8581756464869993942</id><published>2008-05-01T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:34.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Gasp And Judge For Yourselves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=x7UF9TPkm-A"&gt;Paranormal creatures&lt;/a&gt; - Plain weird and scary IMO. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x7UF9TPkm-A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x7UF9TPkm-A&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Gx_xkni3R-Y"&gt;Albino creatures&lt;/a&gt; which make me go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eeew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gx_xkni3R-Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gx_xkni3R-Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is quite sad. What society labels as "&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=fSKqn6m3TLo"&gt;Human Freaks&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSKqn6m3TLo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSKqn6m3TLo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting one and only &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=eUiR7fhIIBI"&gt;frozen hotel&lt;/a&gt; in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUiR7fhIIBI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUiR7fhIIBI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all folks! =]&lt;br /&gt;The workload at school explains my abscence and whatnot. I feel... so tired everyday. Assignments, projects, tests, examinations, etc. are pushing me up the wall. I even quit my job as I didn't do a very good job at juggling the tasks I have on hand and on time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, random pictures time! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBnZb7H5I0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5CDjQJDqdVQ/s1600-h/sch+sux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBnZb7H5I0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5CDjQJDqdVQ/s320/sch+sux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195422718899069762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the face I pull each time I have to wake up at 6 in the morning to go to school. Stupid and fugly, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBnaA7H5I1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/pn9TPAkJ9es/s1600-h/Ecstacey.441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBnaA7H5I1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/pn9TPAkJ9es/s320/Ecstacey.441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195423354554229586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend snapped this picture whilst I was watching tv. I have thighs of a pig's. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBnbLbH5I2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/5ZFinSx3yqY/s1600-h/Fuck_by_twitis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBnbLbH5I2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/5ZFinSx3yqY/s320/Fuck_by_twitis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195424634454483810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Insert random caption-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I'm off for now! I've got school tomorrow, and perhaps I'll be headin' to Town after that or so. I pray that it won't be a boring lecture tomorrow! Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Stacey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-8581756464869993942?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8581756464869993942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=8581756464869993942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/8581756464869993942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/8581756464869993942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/gasp-and-judge-for-yourselves.html' title='Gasp And Judge For Yourselves.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SBnZb7H5I0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5CDjQJDqdVQ/s72-c/sch+sux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-9031875300222013637</id><published>2008-04-26T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T05:03:11.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>To The Girl Who Will Replace Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There          are just a couple of things that I thought I should tell you. I learned          these while I was the object of your guy's affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, don't          be frightened if he smothers much more love on you than you had expected.          Don't be surprised if he treats you much better than any other guy you          have ever met. And let it not scare you that he will actually listen carefully          to every word you say, even when you're just speaking quietly. Also, you          should know that he remembers everything you will say. He's hurt easily,          especially by the painful words a careless girl will say. If you do hurt          him, then you'll have to pay the price of seeing the broken look in his          passionate puppy eyes, and watch the light in them fade. But          if this happens, all is not lost- a kiss and an "I love you"          can heal anything. And please, don’t say I love you to him, unless          you really mean it, nothing hurts him more then someone who really doesn’t          care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, he won't tell you what he is feeling, but... just know          that he is protecting you and if you ever feel that something isn't right,          just look into his beautiful puppy eyes and you will be able to see into          him. You can see everything he is feeling, everything he is thinking,          everything that isn't right with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't ever try to hurt you,          because he just isn't that way, so please don't hurt him because if you          do, I don't think I could ever forgive you. I don't think there could          ever be a worse feeling in the world than knowing that you have the boy          that I love and knowing that you hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know that if you          two ever get into a fight, just make sure you pick only the ones worth          fighting for... He will always keep his temper and will never curse at          you or call you names, despite the anger he may be feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though he          may act mature, most of the time, once he's given you his heart, he will          begin to open up to you and his silliness will make your heart smile,          in a way that words can not explain.&lt;/span&gt; Don't hold a tight grip on him, let          him go and be part of the world and experience new things. You will find          that he is a busy guy and that he is so very independent. Sometimes, he          will need his space, but don't worry... He'll always make time for you          and even when you're not around, you'll be in his thoughts. You will find          that he isn't like any other guy that you have met, so please don't take          him for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he won't admit it, he really does          like to be surprised. He is less tough than he may appear, you just have          to take the time and let him bring down his guard... He is so sweet and          so amazing and know that if you ever leave him, you will break his heart          apart, the same way that my heart breaks apart, as I sit here writing          this to you. Don't ever try to pull him away from his dreams. He is going          to be an extremely successful attorney and won't ever let you give up          on your dreams, either. He will encourage you to become everything you          can be and will never, ever let you down. He likes it when you sniff him lovingly and nothing is better than hugging each other. Oh have I mentioned, he loves lazing with his loved one and he can do it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch how your          hand will fit perfectly into his and when it does, it seems as if nothing          in the world could hurt you, because he is there. And when he puts his          arms around you and tells you that you are the girl he loves, you will          know, there isn't any guy in the world better than him... Don't ever let          him go. You will regret doing so, for the rest of time... I promise, you          will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: This will be the last time I write in reminiscence of you, it's time for me to back off, to put you off from my mind for a moment, for me to move on, I've been waiting around too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Promise          me that's all I want. Just a promise that you will never forget me. Tell          me I changed you somehow. Let me know that I had an impact on your life.          Promise me that you will always remember me. Losing you was hard enough,          but I don't want to leave knowing I meant absolutely nothing to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&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/1649798639996975594-9031875300222013637?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/9031875300222013637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=9031875300222013637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/9031875300222013637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/9031875300222013637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-girl-who-will-replace-me.html' title='To The Girl Who Will Replace Me...'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-6607978379269868690</id><published>2008-04-24T16:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:30:22.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'>♦</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm hurt, I'm confused, I'm fucked up, I'm crying, I'm heartbroken, I'm putting up a strong front, I'm lost, I'm fugly, I'm shit, I'm stupid, I'm too naive. I... just can't bear. It's true time never waits. I wish you all the best. I'm just throwing tantrums. I'm childish. Grow up Stacey. Grow up. It's high time you learn to move on. Save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-6607978379269868690?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6607978379269868690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=6607978379269868690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6607978379269868690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/6607978379269868690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='♦'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2408668253077695672</id><published>2008-04-21T03:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:34.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Spaces Between Us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever felt... that the more you know someone, the more distant they seem to be, and the less you know about them? Things were a whole lot rosier when your paths just crossed, when you'd just met, when you were captivated by a certain aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is an irony by itself to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SAuXPEGMFJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CBdgJeBKM2c/s1600-h/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SAuXPEGMFJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CBdgJeBKM2c/s320/piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191409280528159890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My vice.&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2408668253077695672?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2408668253077695672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2408668253077695672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2408668253077695672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2408668253077695672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/spaces-between-us.html' title='Spaces Between Us.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SAuXPEGMFJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CBdgJeBKM2c/s72-c/piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-3646711290564328279</id><published>2008-04-19T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T05:04:34.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slice of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This poor girl was impregnated by a rapist at the mere age of 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/woman/real_life/article982156.ece"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read 'bout her tear jerking life story. I was on the verge of tears after reading 'bout what she went through, how she suffered, and her perpetual perseverance to give birth to her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1649798639996975594-3646711290564328279?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3646711290564328279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=3646711290564328279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3646711290564328279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3646711290564328279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-poor-girl-was-impregnated-by.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-7149318018376549948</id><published>2008-04-16T00:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T05:13:49.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>A Million And One Thank You-s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THANK YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for wakin' me up at 7a.m in the mornings to ensure I won't be late for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for sendin' me up to my classroom's doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for waitin' 3 whole hours for my lecture to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for buyin' me my favorite candy so I wouldn't fall asleep in lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for laughing together with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for watchin' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shutter&lt;/span&gt; with me despite the fact that you don't really like horror flicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for teaching me how to scream all my frustrations out, I felt a lot better after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for takin' time to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for being there for me when I needed someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for cracking jokes to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for "lending" me Spongebob till the day pigs can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for the Green Tea Frappe the very next day after I said I have a damn craving for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for driving me around to beautiful places I never knew existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for exchanging your Midori Seven-Up for mine Tequila Sunrise I didn't quite like that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for so many more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;for being here with me through it all, despite your own issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But promise me, that we'll always stay as friends, and just friends. I can't afford another fall, another heartache. It's been too much to take. I don't want to swallow a whole stomach of tears once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-7149318018376549948?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7149318018376549948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=7149318018376549948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7149318018376549948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/7149318018376549948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/million-and-one-thank-you-s.html' title='A Million And One Thank You-s.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2483032609230465721</id><published>2008-04-13T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:30:57.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'>The Last Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know you will do fine without me; I don't dare say the same for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Really wanted us to last, and this will be the last time I carry that frail hope.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look back and cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd rather face loneliness than the excruciating pain of a break up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2483032609230465721?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2483032609230465721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2483032609230465721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2483032609230465721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2483032609230465721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-time.html' title='The Last Time.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4113346093445230132</id><published>2008-04-10T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:47:07.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Times When It Frickin' Sucks To Be A Woman.</title><content type='html'>Fucking menstrual cramp is killing me. I'll update another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-4113346093445230132?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4113346093445230132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4113346093445230132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4113346093445230132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4113346093445230132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/times-when-it-frickin-sucks-to-be-woman.html' title='Times When It Frickin&apos; Sucks To Be A Woman.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4309303021584080594</id><published>2008-04-08T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:38:14.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'>When Love Just Isn't Enough.</title><content type='html'>He said he would give me all the time in the world to forget &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, but he doesn't know if the events in life would permit him to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it hurts to have to come to face with the fact that it's an one-sided kinda love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said perhaps I don't have the slightest idea of how much he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he can't be here to take care of me all my life, yet he's always worried sick about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I have to start learning how to take good care of my body, as I'm always falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he's sorry he failed to replace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Would you rather be loved or love? People always say it's much more blissful to be with someone who loves you more then you love them, and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I tell myself that I hate you but once I hear your voice and see your smile, I realize that I am just pretending to be over you so I’d somehow ease the pain of knowing you can never be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-4309303021584080594?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4309303021584080594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4309303021584080594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4309303021584080594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4309303021584080594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-love-just-isnt-enough.html' title='When Love Just Isn&apos;t Enough.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-3808072518493609696</id><published>2008-04-06T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:26:42.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slice of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Facts I'd Bet You Never Knew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;(Hardly seems worth it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;(Now that's more like it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;(O.M.G.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death (Creepy.)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still not over the pig.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories a hour.&lt;br /&gt;(Don't try this at home, maybe at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.&lt;br /&gt;(Honey, I'm home. What the...?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(30 minutes..lucky pig! Can you imagine?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;(I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;(Something I always wanted to know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmmmmm....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.&lt;br /&gt;(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, so that would be a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat's urine glows under a black light.&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish have no brains&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears are left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-3808072518493609696?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3808072518493609696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=3808072518493609696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3808072518493609696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3808072518493609696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/facts-id-bet-you-never-knew.html' title='Facts I&apos;d Bet You Never Knew.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2967197772536514068</id><published>2008-04-05T07:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:00:31.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slice of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A Six-Months Pregnant Man - Yes, A MAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/graphics/2008/04/01/wpreg600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/graphics/2008/04/01/wpreg600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Beatie and his wife, Nancy, are expecting their first child in early July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is no ordinary pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child is being carried by -- the 34-year-old Bend, Ore. MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatie looks like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as Rogers explained, Beatie "started his life as a woman, and transitioned (a decade ago), became legally a man. He still has his female reproductive organs, and now, he's pregnant, six-months pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatie is a transgenedered male. He had his breasts reconstructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogers says Beatie was born a woman but "says that he has felt that he was a man since birth, since childhood. His wife, however, had a hysterectomy. So, she's unable to carry a child for the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They decided they want to have a baby. They can use artificial insemination for Thomas to get pregnant. So he just decided, 'Why don't I do it?' They could have hired a surrogate. He could have provided the egg that could have been fertilized and gone to a surrogate. But he just said ... 'Why would I hire a surrogate when I could do it myself? Who's going to take better care of our child than myself?' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple taped an interview with Oprah Winfrey for a show airing Thursday and, in excerpts on &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/tows/tows_landing.jhtml" target="new" class="link"&gt;the show's Web site&lt;/a&gt;, Beatie says, "I'm a person and I have the right to have my own&lt;br /&gt;biological child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatie, Rogers pointed out, "has been taking hormones for years to become a man. He has a beard and mustache and masculine attributes. He had to stop taking testosterone to get pregnant. He stopped taking it before he went through artificial insemination. And now, during the pregnancy, there can be no male hormones. But his doctor says that his levels of hormones are actually normal for a pregnant woman -- that this is a pregnancy without any complications at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatie plans to give birth vaginally, Rogers says, adding that, "His plan is not to have an epidural, to have a natural childbirth on or about July 3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogers spoke to Beatie by phone for hours, and Beatie told him the pregnancy had been a secret, but, "The reason we're hearing about the story now is that Thomas is showing, and people are starting to notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We talked to neighbors who said, 'This is a great couple. Whatever is right for them, is right for them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But ... Thomas and Nancy are worried that other people in their town, and in the whole country, are going to react very strongly, some negatively."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to some doctors, Thomas probably isn't the first transgendered man to get pregnant, since a transgendered man has the same sex organs as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past seven days, searches for "&lt;a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=pregnant+man&amp;amp;cs=bz"&gt;pregnant man&lt;/a&gt;" rose 26,879%. Demand for "&lt;a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=thomas+beatie&amp;amp;cs=bz"&gt;thomas beatie&lt;/a&gt;" grew more than 3,000%. Interest in "&lt;a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=oregon+man+pregnant&amp;amp;cs=bz"&gt;oregon man pregnant&lt;/a&gt;" has swelled 461%. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for the skeptics who typed "&lt;a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=man+claims+he+is+pregnant&amp;amp;cs=bz"&gt;man claims he is pregnant&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=pregnant+man?&amp;amp;cs=bz"&gt;pregnant man?&lt;/a&gt;" into Search, we can answer: Mr. Beatie retained his female reproductive organs. Because he has a uterus, he can get pregnant and carry a baby to term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;So has this childbearing event really redefined what diversity means for everybody? The tale certainly seems to have people thinking about gender issues. We've noted a surge in queries for "&lt;a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=transgendered&amp;amp;cs=bz"&gt;transgendered&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=transgender+pregnancy&amp;amp;cs=bz"&gt;transgender pregnancy&lt;/a&gt;." Lookups for "&lt;a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=pregnant+man&amp;amp;cs=bz"&gt;pregnant man&lt;/a&gt;" have flowed in from every state in the U.S. and every age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Te75ob3eBQI&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.mahalo.com/Thomas_Beatie"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thomas Beatie Gets An Ultrasound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Te75ob3eBQI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Te75ob3eBQI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, ironically, a teen tried to flush her newborn baby down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 14-year-old girl gave birth in a restroom at her junior high, and the baby boy cried once before she tried to flush him down the toilet, killing him, officials said Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An autopsy confirmed the baby was alive when born Wednesday at Cedar Bayou Junior High in Baytown, near Houston. The boy was probably full term and cried before the mother, an eighth-grader, tried to flush him, said police Lt. Eric Freed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother was taken to a hospital. People who knew her at school said she wore baggy clothing, and nobody suspected she was pregnant, The Houston Chronicle reported Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School officials learned of her pregnancy when another student who was in the restroom while the eighth-grader was in labor went to ask the school nurse for help, said Kathy Clausen, spokeswoman for Baytown's Goose Creek school district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse and an assistant principal ran to the bathroom, discovered the girl had given birth and called 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities have not announced what charges the girl will face, if any. Killing an infant is a capital crime in Texas, but 14-year-olds are too young to be eligible for the death penalty, said Geoffrey Corn, an assistant professor at South Texas College of Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infant died just three days after another 14-year-old girl &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/03/30/link/main3980887.shtml" onclick="return linkTo(this);" class="link"&gt;delivered a stillborn fetus in the bathroom of an airplane&lt;/a&gt; on her way back to Houston from a middle-school field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baytown is about 25 miles east of Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How contradicting life can be, can it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2967197772536514068?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2967197772536514068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2967197772536514068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2967197772536514068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2967197772536514068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/six-months-pregnant-man-yes-man.html' title='A Six-Months Pregnant Man - Yes, A MAN!'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-5727810333940931799</id><published>2008-04-04T07:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:42:00.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Where would you draw your line?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many things in life are only differentiated by a thin line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and hatred,&lt;br /&gt;Life and death,&lt;br /&gt;Cherishing someone and taking them for granted,&lt;br /&gt;Winning and losing,&lt;br /&gt;Persevering and quitting,&lt;br /&gt;Lovers and strangers,&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always easy to lament about life, but think 'bout it. What if you came to know that your life is gonna end tomorrow, or in a week's or month's time? Would you still lament 'bout how fucked up life is, or would you try ways and means to salvage the situation and make the best out of the time you have left? Some people are fighting to keep their lives, while some others are wasting theirs' away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own life, I've made tons of mistakes - some of which others may perceive as unforgivable. Many fists were thrown and ill words uttered in my years of growing up, but it's what made me grow and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often, I fail to draw the right line in the various aspects of life. Am still learning though. =]&lt;br /&gt;What about you? How many times have you lost someone you love over your pride? How often have you been on the verge of giving up hands down on your life? How many repeated cycles have you been through of swearing to keep off cigarettes, alcohol, senseless partying, love, and whatever you deem harmful, but end up running back to them like a lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' child who missed his Mother so? We're all human, we learn and fall, all at the same time, in the same journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C'est la vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Confused teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-5727810333940931799?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5727810333940931799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=5727810333940931799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5727810333940931799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/5727810333940931799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-would-you-draw-your-line.html' title='Where would you draw your line?'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2113327623618172201</id><published>2008-04-02T12:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:31:44.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Admit it, we're all meddlesome creatures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Awesomely interesting sites to quench your insatiable thirst for Hollywood celebrity gossips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecelebrityblogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thecelebrityblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://awfulplasticsurgery.com/"&gt;http://awfulplasticsurgery.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebslam.buzznet.com/"&gt;http://celebslam.buzznet.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/"&gt;http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're really good for killing time when you're dead bored wherever you are. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll reply all the tags later. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2113327623618172201?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2113327623618172201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2113327623618172201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2113327623618172201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2113327623618172201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/admit-it-were-all-meddlesome-creatures.html' title='Admit it, we&apos;re all meddlesome creatures.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-1445139984052125201</id><published>2008-03-31T05:08:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:38.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Super Funny Signboards!!!</title><content type='html'>These signboards really made me laugh like mad!!! Just had to share it with you guys! Take a look at them. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R_AD2feP97I/AAAAAAAAAE4/qtSw694omEI/s1600-h/cockroach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R_AD2feP97I/AAAAAAAAAE4/qtSw694omEI/s320/cockroach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183647405799634866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R_ADzfeP96I/AAAAAAAAAEw/CMDduYss9uU/s1600-h/158764054_f35089d899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R_ADzfeP96I/AAAAAAAAAEw/CMDduYss9uU/s320/158764054_f35089d899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183647354260027298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R_ADvPeP95I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ulsOJ8iUbE0/s1600-h/158764032_60980fe968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R_ADvPeP95I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ulsOJ8iUbE0/s320/158764032_60980fe968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183647281245583250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R_ADrveP94I/AAAAAAAAAEg/-Lt2dwGCVvk/s1600-h/158763929_cb5d035069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R_ADrveP94I/AAAAAAAAAEg/-Lt2dwGCVvk/s320/158763929_cb5d035069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183647221116041090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R_ADmPeP93I/AAAAAAAAAEY/e3_Y-iBtUzw/s1600-h/Interesting%2Bboards%2B%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R_AB4_eP9mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/d5K_j1Tewtk/s320/xnepali10716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183645249726051938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-1445139984052125201?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1445139984052125201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=1445139984052125201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/1445139984052125201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/1445139984052125201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/super-funny-signboards.html' title='Super Funny Signboards!!!'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R_AD2feP97I/AAAAAAAAAE4/qtSw694omEI/s72-c/cockroach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-2080204543580174967</id><published>2008-03-29T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T05:06:37.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My ♥</title><content type='html'>When we were together, I tried to give you happiness. Now we are apart, I can only wish you happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20th February 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xoxo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-2080204543580174967?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2080204543580174967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=2080204543580174967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2080204543580174967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/2080204543580174967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/my.html' title='My ♥'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4247939228730850014</id><published>2008-03-27T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:51:23.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Slice of an... absurd life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following videos would definitely make you go "omg wtfbbq." It'd be seriously devastating to be in the shoes of some of these girls' parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, most of us may not be that pure and goody two shoes, including yours truly, but some of these girls really make me gasp "what the fuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=pFMiSR5hHoc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span&gt;14 year old prostitute worked on moms bed and got pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFMiSR5hHoc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFMiSR5hHoc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Geez, seriously wtf?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=KRdJ49ItMnc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;15 Year Old has had sex OVER 300 Times!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRdJ49ItMnc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRdJ49ItMnc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yea, so she thinks raising a baby is only about providing him/her with the basic materialistic stuff, and viola! The job's done. What about the love, care and concern, expenses, education, upbringing, etc.? Haha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"cos I got it like that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -Rolls eyes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=XTD7FmMiy7o"&gt;I cheated on you more than 200 times! ARE YOU DA DADDY?!?!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTD7FmMiy7o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTD7FmMiy7o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At least he's a responsible man and Dad, regardless of whether the baby's his. I salute and respect him. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=GjxOt2u2BGM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Girl is scared to death of pickles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GjxOt2u2BGM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GjxOt2u2BGM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; was literally lol-ing whilst watching this episode. Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time watching the videos. Hope you do too! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-4247939228730850014?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4247939228730850014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4247939228730850014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4247939228730850014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4247939228730850014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/slice-of-absurd-life.html' title='Slice of an... absurd life.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-645381993227886270</id><published>2008-03-26T06:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:39.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Failure to comprehend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello, I can't sleep, and after a conversation with my friends on Msn, I decided to pen down this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bhb&lt;/span&gt; (buay hiao bai) or commonly known as "shameless" in Hokkien or what, BUT WHICH PART OF ME RESEMBLES &lt;a href="http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?p=lin+yi+chen&amp;amp;fr=yfp-t-501&amp;amp;toggle=1&amp;amp;cop=mss&amp;amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;amp;fp_ip=SG&amp;amp;vc="&gt;LIN YI CHEN&lt;/a&gt;?! Very often, I've been told that I look a lot like her, be it in reality or the virtual world. My cousins and relatives remarked 'bout me resembling her, my friends constantly harp on the issue, my friends' friends say I look familiar and scream out her name in delight, as though they struck the lottery, acquaintances come leaving comments on social networking websites that I look like her, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PROBLEM IS, I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE WAS AT FIRST. When I looked up her name in Google, Yahoo, and whatever websites just to curb my dying curiosity, I simply failed to see the resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, she is much slimmer then me, she possesses sharper features, she is cute (a bit act cute thou'), while I am not! I am fugly and fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and judge for yourselves people. Feel free to leave your comments and two cents worth. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-mBkveP9gI/AAAAAAAAABc/LbOS7166HKc/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-mBkveP9gI/AAAAAAAAABc/LbOS7166HKc/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181815314485081602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-mCl_eP9hI/AAAAAAAAABk/SDmhH6B-rFk/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-mCl_eP9hI/AAAAAAAAABk/SDmhH6B-rFk/s320/collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181816435471545874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-mC1PeP9iI/AAAAAAAAABs/4Z6lgN5cOYM/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-mC1PeP9iI/AAAAAAAAABs/4Z6lgN5cOYM/s320/collage5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181816697464550946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-mC9veP9jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Iyyh9-asvIc/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-mC9veP9jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Iyyh9-asvIc/s320/collage4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181816843493439026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, where is the resemblance?! I can't seem to be able to spot it at all. There was even this once whereby this guy came up to me at Cineleisure, and asked me if I were her. I was like wtf? -_-&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/1649798639996975594-645381993227886270?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/645381993227886270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=645381993227886270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/645381993227886270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/645381993227886270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/failure-to-comprehend.html' title='Failure to comprehend.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-mBkveP9gI/AAAAAAAAABc/LbOS7166HKc/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-943429799726305415</id><published>2008-03-24T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:39.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>R-a-n-d-o-m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I sprained my leg and twisted my last toe. What luck. I walk with an awful limp, and it's hurting and irritating the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need strawberries, TLC, appetite suppressants, Bailey's, and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;I want plastic surgery, happiness, a blissful life, and to be stick thin.&lt;br /&gt;I am insane, I hate myself, I hate my face, my body.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so random it's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to revamp my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-fSiveP9fI/AAAAAAAAABU/undoPs0rm1Y/s1600-h/photography.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-fSiveP9fI/AAAAAAAAABU/undoPs0rm1Y/s320/photography.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181341390613771762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-943429799726305415?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/943429799726305415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=943429799726305415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/943429799726305415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/943429799726305415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/r-n-d-o-m.html' title='R-a-n-d-o-m.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-fSiveP9fI/AAAAAAAAABU/undoPs0rm1Y/s72-c/photography.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-1324171143144791576</id><published>2008-03-22T05:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:39.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'>He said, She said.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He gently parted her hair, and swept away the fringe covering her tear stained face in attempt to mask the pain. "Baby, you're just like my sunflower, you light the days up in my life, and I do not want it to be short-lived, just like how I'm your sunshine." he whispered gently, blowing lil' gusts of air into her face, as if in desperate attempts to dry the rolling pearls of tears from her puffy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-Qse0_1DGI/AAAAAAAAABM/cII2FQdt3_o/s1600-h/Ecstacey.397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-Qse0_1DGI/AAAAAAAAABM/cII2FQdt3_o/s320/Ecstacey.397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180314379516972130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;if only it were the right "him".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-1324171143144791576?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1324171143144791576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=1324171143144791576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/1324171143144791576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/1324171143144791576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-said-she-said.html' title='He said, She said.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-Qse0_1DGI/AAAAAAAAABM/cII2FQdt3_o/s72-c/Ecstacey.397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-4329910288661667400</id><published>2008-03-20T04:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:40.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>I ain't a player, I'm the game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They can take tomorrow and the plans we made, they can take the music that we'll never play, they can take the future that we'll never know, they can take the places that we said we will go, all the broken dreams, take everything, just take it away, but they can never have yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hot fudge sundae, McFlurry, a whole serving of large fries, a whole box of strawberries, Meiji strawberry chocolate, a large cup of iced Milo, and whatsoever I stuffed into my mouth can't numb the heartache. Oh well.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you leave me now, just leave me now. It's the better thing to do, it's time to surrender, it's been too long pretending. There's no use in trying, when the pieces don't fit anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-F900_1DDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pjmGc0cQ_eM/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-F900_1DDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pjmGc0cQ_eM/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179559392985812018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I've officially resigned from my telemarketer job at StarHub as I just can't be desk bound, I've got no idea why either. It's not the first time. Despite my numerous attempts to stay desk bound, it always just ends up not right. I'd be doodling, daydreaming, yawning, staring at the clock, sneaking off for smoke breaks, so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd most probably miss a few people from there. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last rant before I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M FUGLY AND FAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbye. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-4329910288661667400?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4329910288661667400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=4329910288661667400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4329910288661667400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/4329910288661667400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-aint-player-im-game.html' title='I ain&apos;t a player, I&apos;m the game.'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/R-F900_1DDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pjmGc0cQ_eM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649798639996975594.post-3347656202123463401</id><published>2008-03-18T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T05:12:45.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='비탄'/><title type='text'>까만안경</title><content type='html'>까만 안경을 써요&lt;br /&gt;아주 까만 밤인데 말이죠&lt;br /&gt;앞이 보이질 않아도 괜찮아요&lt;br /&gt;나는 울고 싶을 뿐이죠&lt;br /&gt;한 여자가 떠나요&lt;br /&gt;너무나 사랑했었죠&lt;br /&gt;그래요 내 여자에요&lt;br /&gt;내 가슴 속에서 울고 있는 여자&lt;br /&gt;사랑해요 나도 울고 있어요 오 난&lt;br /&gt;보고 싶어서 만나고 싶어서 차라리 죽고만 싶어요&lt;br /&gt;미안해요 잘해주지 못한 나지만&lt;br /&gt;이별까지도 사랑할거에요 행복한 사람이 되어주세요&lt;br /&gt;제발요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;한 여자가 떠나요&lt;br /&gt;너무나 사랑했었죠&lt;br /&gt;그래요 내 여자에요&lt;br /&gt;내 가슴 속에서 울고 있는 여자&lt;br /&gt;사랑해요 나도 울고 있어요 오 난&lt;br /&gt;보고 싶어서 만나고 싶어서 차라리 죽고만 싶어요&lt;br /&gt;미안해요 잘해주지 못한 나지만&lt;br /&gt;이별까지도 사랑할거에요 행복한 사람이 되어주세요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;사랑해요 나도 울고 있어요 난&lt;br /&gt;보고 싶어서 만나고 싶어서 차라리 죽고만 싶어요&lt;br /&gt;미안해요 잘해주지 못한 나지만&lt;br /&gt;이별까지도 사랑할거에요 행복한 사람이 되어주세요&lt;br /&gt;제발요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;미안해, 사랑해요.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1649798639996975594-3347656202123463401?l=ecstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3347656202123463401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1649798639996975594&amp;postID=3347656202123463401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3347656202123463401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1649798639996975594/posts/default/3347656202123463401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecstacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='까만안경'/><author><name>ecstacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647723098451386633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__feB79w5RmY/SS2oX9eD-lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ivmxzGgN8bA/S220/x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
