<?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-6522542083293326426</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:35:47.652-08:00</updated><category term='i'/><title type='text'>Little Fickled Blue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-4954311159365707180</id><published>2010-11-02T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:18:24.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/TNArn9RdnBI/AAAAAAAADJA/rf6GhKh1BLg/s1600/logo++%28nerds+vs+jocks%29+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/TNArn9RdnBI/AAAAAAAADJA/rf6GhKh1BLg/s320/logo++%28nerds+vs+jocks%29+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534971907501038610" 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/6522542083293326426-4954311159365707180?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/4954311159365707180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4954311159365707180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4954311159365707180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/TNArn9RdnBI/AAAAAAAADJA/rf6GhKh1BLg/s72-c/logo++%28nerds+vs+jocks%29+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-6623053262505920614</id><published>2010-02-14T02:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:30:05.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tempers so bad lately. Im holding onn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FOR YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my love&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/6522542083293326426-6623053262505920614?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/6623053262505920614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-tempers-so-bad-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/6623053262505920614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/6623053262505920614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-tempers-so-bad-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-4547378569240490960</id><published>2010-02-06T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:13:02.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its killing me softly that you're away from me.  Its been 5 days now. My hearts beginning to crack into pieces slowly. Im dying soon.. I just got up from sleep and im still so exhausted. I thought its work  but now im startiing to doubt so. Im mentally and physically tired.  My wounds hurting  me and its making my heart pain too. I felt the pain once i opened my eyes. How i wish those were the days where we got up and cld see each other or feel one anothers presence. Am i chasing the wind? Baby ); I close my eyes, i try to feel your touch. I miss it so badly. I'm starting to even fall sick. This is so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REEALLLY FREAKIN MISS YOU. MY HEADS BLOWING. MY HEARTS POUNDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IMISS YOU BABY&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/6522542083293326426-4547378569240490960?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/4547378569240490960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-killing-me-softly-that-youre-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4547378569240490960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4547378569240490960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-killing-me-softly-that-youre-away.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-6584732638645874173</id><published>2010-02-05T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:13:44.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every minute, every day, i wish that when my phone rings, its you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so broken ); Baby i'd change for you. i will. I want to change for me and for us. &lt;br /&gt;Please baby. Night n day. All i think of is onnly you. Though my leg hurts like crazy, it still can never beat the pain that im going through right now in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish upon the stars moon sky that we'd be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ps: wishing doesnt work if nobody puts effort in so ill be changing baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much. Nothing can stop me from doing so other than myself.&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/6522542083293326426-6584732638645874173?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/6584732638645874173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/every-minute-every-day-i-wish-that-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/6584732638645874173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/6584732638645874173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/every-minute-every-day-i-wish-that-when.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-8391924167798033881</id><published>2010-02-05T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:32:20.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Its never been less, its growing as the days past. &lt;br /&gt;IM NOT TOO OKAY but ill definitely stay strong and be ookay for U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back.&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/6522542083293326426-8391924167798033881?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/8391924167798033881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/8391924167798033881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/8391924167798033881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-7615340322086745202</id><published>2010-02-05T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T02:11:40.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby ); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&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/6522542083293326426-7615340322086745202?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/7615340322086745202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7615340322086745202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7615340322086745202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-1001704844352043830</id><published>2010-02-04T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T05:32:30.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just feel so lost right now. This moment, i feel like jumping down the cliff and just have my worries thrown away. I dont know what im doing. I dont know what i am going to do. I keep pulling myself back when i think of the past. The past was just so magical. why dont u want to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please TRY. Im still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, 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/6522542083293326426-1001704844352043830?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/1001704844352043830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-feel-so-lost-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1001704844352043830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1001704844352043830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-feel-so-lost-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-1516088958736690407</id><published>2010-02-04T03:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T03:33:51.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i said yes i would meet you and find you that night.&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL MY FAULT );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im suffering. I dont have the guts to do it. I really miss it , i dont want it to end like that. But his not happy at all. So whats the point. Fact is he never even tried. Just tumbled down JUST like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SPEECHLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day you went away and left me lonely and cold&lt;br /&gt;My life just hasn't been the same,oh baby no&lt;br /&gt;When i looked into your eyes the moment that i let you go&lt;br /&gt;I just broke down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if i ever get the chance to be with you again i would sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the feeling that i feel within&lt;br /&gt;No other man would ever make me feel so right&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to smile when i get your phone call at night&lt;br /&gt;But i rather have you here with me,right next to me&lt;br /&gt;and miss the way you hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you know I feel so weak without your touch&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I could ever love a man so much&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you know I think that we are destiny&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd cross the world, for you I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right baby I'm goin crazy&lt;br /&gt;I need to be your lady&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately&lt;br /&gt;That you and me, yes we can make it&lt;br /&gt;Just ride with me, roll with me I'm in love with you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break it down now i'll tell you what i feel&lt;br /&gt;from the moment that i met you its been so damn real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart seems to skip another beat&lt;br /&gt;Every time we speak, can't believe I feel so weak&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you really need me and you want me and you miss me&lt;br /&gt;And you love me I'm your lady&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around waiting for you put it down be the woman for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling so deep for you crazy over  you&lt;br /&gt;I`m calling, calling out to you what am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;it's true no fronting&lt;br /&gt;It's you and no other I can no longer go on without you&lt;br /&gt;I just break down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-1516088958736690407?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/1516088958736690407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-only-i-said-yes-i-would-meet-you-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1516088958736690407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1516088958736690407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-only-i-said-yes-i-would-meet-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-1026128681017204074</id><published>2010-02-01T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:16:51.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving some one is also loving their imperfections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;When i first started out my journey with you. I had doubts about some things. As the days past, i started to love you. I loved you for who you are. Although we werent very much from the "same" group, i still learned to love whatever you did. I never liked some things but im sure you did youre best to change too. I never expected you to change cause i know it'd not be fair if i asked you to and also i always loved some one loving their imperfections too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People asked me, " why him? " I always answered, " i dont know, i just love him"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I was never ever happier with any other guy but when i was with you my true laughter was put to show. I laugh, i smile, i cry, i even yawn when im with you. Im just SO me when im with you. They all say im a high end chic. When im with you, im just so simple. I don care if im ugly with you. I don care if i make a simple mistake in front of you. I can just be me. Thats some thing i love about being with you. Most of the times, you'll bring down your ego and apologize to me even when im in the wrong. We do argue but everytime after we argue, you always attempt to hold my hand and give me a hug. I never do. That is something which i must learn from you. I learned to love some one without fears and with a real me. You always take time to see me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and i really love that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For once in my life, I'm ME loving my MAN and thats you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;You bring out the cutest of me. I even play with you when im out there which i never usually do cause i always like to potrait a "pro" me. I always hurt you unintentionally BUT you always forgive me. Im always soooo fussy but you always put up to me. When i throw a fit, you'd be there for me. You'd always be stern on me when i rebel and ill always listen to you. I dont know how much we've been through in just 5 months. This may not be much to others or you but to me, its hella alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we're going through a dame hard time now, i dont know if you know. I really love you and i'd try my best do my best to hang oon. I hope you do too.. I hope you love me the way you used to. I hope we go out together like we use to. Pamper each other like how we used tooo. I miss it. Its been 13 days since i saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure there's much more that we have been through and we willl go through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOGETHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hand in hand baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ive become ME. Thanks to you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU &amp;amp; i mean it from the very bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend very dame much.&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/6522542083293326426-1026128681017204074?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/1026128681017204074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/loving-some-one-is-also-loving-their.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1026128681017204074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1026128681017204074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/loving-some-one-is-also-loving-their.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-5476538020848631904</id><published>2010-02-01T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:17:22.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still aint sure whats going on. Girl oh girl, please get back on line...I hope i will )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dangerous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-5476538020848631904?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/5476538020848631904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-aint-sure-whats-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/5476538020848631904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/5476538020848631904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-aint-sure-whats-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-7175630215341171859</id><published>2010-01-31T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:58:47.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BROKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;just one word to describe how i feel right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say its the same but ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You told me once you wouldnt bother texting me if u didnt love me. Now? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It doesnt matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd follow you according to your foot steps. You step front, ill step front. You step back, ill step back. You stepsideways, ill step side ways. You jump, ill jump too.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6522542083293326426-7175630215341171859?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/7175630215341171859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7175630215341171859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7175630215341171859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/broken.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-7757932925457615092</id><published>2010-01-30T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:14:49.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The boyfriend's back. My minds still playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gimmicks&lt;/span&gt; with me. I really hate this feeling but im working on it. Getting it out of my stupid BIG brain. We hhadnnt spoke since he got back but this morning i got to listen to his voice  for just a while. Couldnt sleep well as i was tosing in bed thinking about some things and the leg was affecting me like a mad woman. Im sure to say ive been thinking too much lately considering the boyf's been out of town for a week and works being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colleagues are also nice but at times a little too nice to be true which doesnt make me very comfortable. I miss everything which happened a week ago. I want it to be the same again. I want things to be the way it was and i never want it to go JUST like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes you tell me you're sensitive cause you love me" I hope u understand baby that im so sensitive cause i love you so much. Further more uve been away for a week , how can i not be as sensitive as i am right now. In this weeek, ive been really thinking. Perhaps we need a break , we need to learn how to live without one another. ... I DONT THINK SO. i cant do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU? i jolly well think you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never answer my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your trip? All u can tell me is it was alright. I had fun. I thought i would have some insides. Baby );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rang me up this morning. I soo wanted to talk to you longer but i knew you were dead tired. I missed your voice so much even if i cant get to look at you. I wanted to see u thrgh the web but you fell asleeep.  Wanted to tell you what happened in this weeek but you were exhausted. The kiss i gave you wasnt the one u always wanted ); I miss all the things we use to do ); Baby);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want it all BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&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/6522542083293326426-7757932925457615092?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/7757932925457615092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/boyfriends-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7757932925457615092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7757932925457615092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/boyfriends-back.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-4289555745848647536</id><published>2010-01-29T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:39:19.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps in this week.... I'd hope you had some things to think about. Perhaps absence makes the heart grow fonder. Im not sure. Maybe otherwise kan? Well im not too sure what has been going on in your mind. Maybe you'd realise "oh she's not that important" Oh she's just another she. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don know. Ive been havin a little problem going through these days. The car just skided and im shocked. I just miss you so bad but at the same time the heart seems to be floating away a little. Perhaps i just need you to be back here soon enough baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you &amp;amp; i love you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-4289555745848647536?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/4289555745848647536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/perhaps-in-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4289555745848647536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4289555745848647536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/perhaps-in-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-2890807279627342435</id><published>2010-01-26T16:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:59:58.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;still scared :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6522542083293326426-2890807279627342435?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/2890807279627342435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2890807279627342435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2890807279627342435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-5536619597195253632</id><published>2010-01-25T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:14:18.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/S12z3T0UfGI/AAAAAAAADIs/wY_sZiWHo-o/s1600-h/And_I_miss_you__by_thephotogrumbler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/S12z3T0UfGI/AAAAAAAADIs/wY_sZiWHo-o/s320/And_I_miss_you__by_thephotogrumbler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430694488472583266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I miss you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not sure if you're missing me but I AM. Not sure if you really think about me when you see something nice. Not sure if you really want to come back home and see me running towards you. Not sure if you love me as much as 3 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yet i still the warmth in my heart cause i truly know i love you. I'd never let go. Lying down on my bed as i gaze into the sky through my little window. I count the stars and wish upon every single one of them that we'd stay together as long as ever; and we'd stay as strong as we can. Nothing can break us apart other than ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Love is blind, love is sweet, love is bitter, love is also cruel and evil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never ever trade something else or someone else for you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/6522542083293326426-5536619597195253632?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/5536619597195253632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-you-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/5536619597195253632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/5536619597195253632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/S12z3T0UfGI/AAAAAAAADIs/wY_sZiWHo-o/s72-c/And_I_miss_you__by_thephotogrumbler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-2763041815905303848</id><published>2010-01-24T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:19:43.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;“Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning world. Just got up. How i wish i could sleep longer so i wouldnt miss you so much. When im up i tend to miss you so much and my heart aches. Work starts at 1 in the noon today and i have nothing to do now. Sitting at my balcony and you're just running through my mind. When the wind blows and it reaches my face and sweeps through my hair, it reminds me of your touch and scent.  I stare at the ceiling and i see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, Do you think i dont miss youu baby? I do. I do. I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-2763041815905303848?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/2763041815905303848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-doesnt-make-world-go-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2763041815905303848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2763041815905303848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-doesnt-make-world-go-round.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-4003860160585410315</id><published>2010-01-24T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T08:11:02.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;“If I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will.”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im never ever been happier in this few months. Ive been fighting for the happiness that ive had and ive never truly been any happier. I know this might sound stupid but its a fact. Ive neever fought so hard over something which i never thought may even happen as let me be honest i never ever had the thought in my mind that this would ever happen or even work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when i feel it, ive been through it, i finally get what it really means. I don expect it to end cause i never ever want to think of it but truly there is no such thing as "no endings" as everything has an end EVEN life. Its a simple theory. I love you and i really do. I never thought of us ending cause i truly love you and i want it to go on as long as possible. You always tell me " Baby, i love you very much and this is from the bottom of my heart. I cant promise you that i would forever but ill try my best" it does hurt really bad. Though i really admire your honesty but it just hits me hard just that i seldom mention anything about me being sad about things like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes certain things are better not said. I always say "Baby, you must share with me what you feel and whatever youre thinking of " I want to know what youre thinking but not what would make me think of what youre thinking. If you get me. I love you and i never ever question myself why. I learned how to be your girlfriend. I learned to love someone which is so different from what i would expect him to be. I really dont care. Although this particular "time/journey" has brought me into many deep holes. I guess i have to think properly about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're just too simple that you get carried away with things. You never think of the consequences. We tend to fight/argue over small little things this days. I really hate it. I really hate the sensitivity among us right now. I want it to improve and i want us to last. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im being stupid. Naive. ignorant. Maybe all this is just for the moment but yet i stick to what i have promised and i belive you. Once again. Trust has to be earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saying I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is not the words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want to hear from you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's not that I want you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Not to say but if you only knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How easy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it would be to show me how you feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words,&lt;br /&gt;is all you have to do,&lt;br /&gt;to make it real,&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say,&lt;br /&gt;that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd already know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do,&lt;br /&gt;if my heart was torn in two,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words to show you feel,&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say,&lt;br /&gt;if I took those words away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldn't make things new,&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more than words,&lt;br /&gt;It's more than what you say,&lt;br /&gt;It's the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;It's more than words,&lt;br /&gt;It's more than what you say,&lt;br /&gt;It's the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've tried to,&lt;br /&gt;talk to you and make you understand,&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do,&lt;br /&gt;is close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And just reach out your hands,&lt;br /&gt;and touch me,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close don't ever let me go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words,&lt;br /&gt;is all I ever needed you to show,&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say,&lt;br /&gt;that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd already know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do,&lt;br /&gt;if my heart was torn in two,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words to show you feel,&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real,&lt;br /&gt;What would you say,&lt;br /&gt;if I took those words away,&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldn't make things new,(no no)&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying I love you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id like to stand by you. Be your everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Im trying my very best to become your good girlfriend. I hope you give it some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-4003860160585410315?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/4003860160585410315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-never-ever-been-happier-in-this-few.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4003860160585410315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4003860160585410315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-never-ever-been-happier-in-this-few.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-7678472411750675472</id><published>2010-01-24T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T07:58:01.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;“A part of you has grown in me. And so you see, it's you and me together forever and never apart, maybe in distance, but never in heart"&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to feeel the pain. I miss you so bad. Maybe i never ever felt this way before. I dont know how to pput it in words. I guess its not what words usually do "DESCRIBE"  My heart feels sour and it jumps lesser than it used to. Although its only been just 3 days but it feels like its already 3 months. Knowing that you're so far away, its just heart aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After work on friday, headed to Ac with the chica to do some catching up. Nothing much , came home and slept there after. This morning it was the massage parlor to get my back fixed. It was cali after that and than headed to get my hairdone. Simple color and no highlights for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I just wanna jump in bed go to sleep just hoping to dream of you.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so bad that i tear in my sleeepp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6522542083293326426-7678472411750675472?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/7678472411750675472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-starting-to-feeel-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7678472411750675472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7678472411750675472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-starting-to-feeel-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-8305748105433988384</id><published>2010-01-22T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T07:59:05.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;“Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying strong just for you, love ♥   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently the amount of things which has been happening is just crazy. Total chaos. I dont want to tell you guys how shyty it has been but it has been really shyty. Oh wells. Its life. Though i hope things would be better, i guess this is something which i cant avoid and i have to llive trhough it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in training for about 3 weeks now. Its beeen house keeping. Tiring Stuff. Oh gosh! Oh so tiring. The boyfriend left to london today and im missing him already. About to touch down soon (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: Baby ill be a very good girl. I miss you but i hope you have great fun. Enjoy yourself as much as i did enjoy myself baby.  &lt;/span&gt;&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; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22/01/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) finished work at 5&lt;br /&gt;2) went to bgsar village with mommy &amp;amp; went home&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/6522542083293326426-8305748105433988384?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/8305748105433988384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/staying-strong-just-for-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/8305748105433988384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/8305748105433988384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2010/01/staying-strong-just-for-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-6766860314230208536</id><published>2009-12-27T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:02:02.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SzgtiLtjrdI/AAAAAAAADIM/6YbAU43yWSU/s1600-h/Unggfddtitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SzgtiLtjrdI/AAAAAAAADIM/6YbAU43yWSU/s320/Unggfddtitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420132216823066066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby&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/6522542083293326426-6766860314230208536?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/6766860314230208536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-my-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/6766860314230208536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/6766860314230208536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SzgtiLtjrdI/AAAAAAAADIM/6YbAU43yWSU/s72-c/Unggfddtitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-2604216649380045220</id><published>2009-12-26T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:06:31.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_V45BX4Hcea0/SzYz4dIA-oI/AAAAAAAADIE/Y9LI3hv1myo/s1600-h/d+n+g-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SzYz4dIA-oI/AAAAAAAADIE/Y9LI3hv1myo/s320/d+n+g-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419576246570908290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes trying hard enough doesnt help BUT i put faith in you cause i love you.&lt;br /&gt;I positively think we can go through this together and belive our little adventure can be developed into bigger one's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-2604216649380045220?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/2604216649380045220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-so-here-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2604216649380045220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2604216649380045220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-so-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SzYz4dIA-oI/AAAAAAAADIE/Y9LI3hv1myo/s72-c/d+n+g-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-5338101010199064623</id><published>2009-12-18T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:28:51.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you  boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang! My lips hurts. Not sure what the hell is going on there. IM not in London or something but my lips are cracking. Maybe its a sign of telling me you've been doing too much kissing or something, haha. Nah, perhaps its the new biotherm products. Dame, it hurts. Salliva is acidic. YES, i obviously know but i just cant stop licking em'... Thats what i always do with or without cracked up lips, isnt it? Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend is coomplaining that i should be there with him right now cause his been eating too much and apparently im that some one which can control his ubber bad EATING habitsssss which includes eating like a piglet; choosing like a mad man, et ceetera. He actually gets burried in the menu especially those with Large HUGE big varieties. Not  like i can actually get rid of his habit. He'll bug me till i fall for his traps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is like in 6 days. I have wrapped up my present for dad &amp;amp; mom and the boyf.  OMG. This is not good at all. Getting a good gift is a killer. It kills cells of  mine and slowly it'd kill me if i don figure out soon enough. Choosing the right thing is also a pain. What if he wouldnt like it? Thats the least of my problem. What happens if he doesnt like it and so he doesnt use IT? ???! No. ! So hurtful. AH , i just wrote of another 2 gifts which i had in mind for the boyf. Oh so annoying. Gah =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  DAD? MOM? AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wedding tomorrow and i have not got any thing to wear. This is horrible. I searched the whole pavillion and pyramid, i GOT NOTHING. Maybe im just too choosy which my parents claim me to be. Oh wells. I cant just get a dress in 2 days. ? Now, could i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;: Baby, mommy assked me how come i'm home for this 2 dAYS? Why so good boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha! SHHHH SHHH. tell mommy i asked u to do so (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;: SHHH shhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I do ask my boyfriend to spend time with the mom but he never listens.  ITS not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-5338101010199064623?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/5338101010199064623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you-boy-dang-my-lips-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/5338101010199064623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/5338101010199064623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you-boy-dang-my-lips-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-2386525358468513257</id><published>2009-11-12T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:47:48.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It been a few days since i blogged. Christmas is about to approach. In perhaps about a month or so. Im dead excited about it (; I always love christmas. Well not because of the gifts that i'd recieve but its the christmas atmosphere which is just so vibrant and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sooo excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's out of town , headed to miri this morning and he won't be back for the next 3 days. Sob. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm already missing you so much baby! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, I miss UK very much as well. I do not have any idea why but yea i just do.. The brother was being a bitch to me yesterday, so annoying... !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-2386525358468513257?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/2386525358468513257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-been-few-days-since-i-blogged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2386525358468513257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2386525358468513257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-been-few-days-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-3253946972028595825</id><published>2009-11-08T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:31:46.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SvdixmJPLqI/AAAAAAAADH0/RC1rYvBmDk4/s1600-h/dee+loves+u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SvdixmJPLqI/AAAAAAAADH0/RC1rYvBmDk4/s200/dee+loves+u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401894882246602402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;09/11/09&lt;br /&gt;A good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you. i'd never stop for one gasping second. If given the same chance, i'd still give you the chance i gave you. No doubts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a dime in a dozen, Than there's one in a million But baby to me you're once in a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;. I appreciate whatever times we have spent and i am looking foward to spending my days with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Happy 2 Months Anniversary.&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/6522542083293326426-3253946972028595825?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/3253946972028595825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/11/091109-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/3253946972028595825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/3253946972028595825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/11/091109-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SvdixmJPLqI/AAAAAAAADH0/RC1rYvBmDk4/s72-c/dee+loves+u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-2840075759310720537</id><published>2009-11-08T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T05:30:36.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you, and i dont know how to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-2840075759310720537?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/2840075759310720537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-you-and-i-dont-know-how-to-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2840075759310720537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2840075759310720537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-you-and-i-dont-know-how-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-2861514318942966234</id><published>2009-10-29T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:09:02.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Th certain view i have on things now have changed tremendously about you. I dare not tell myself that it is the truth. I have had a wonderful 2 months. I enjoyed myself so much. I poured every single bit of love i have into whatever we are having right now but i dare not tell myself i wanna love you more than what i use to. I dont really know how to face whatever i am facing currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Consequences? We all have to bear with the consequences. But what i am afraid of is the consequences which i cant bear but well this young lady here has to bear with what she has chosen. All i can do is do my duty as what i am..You get me to love you , well thats a plus plus but the main thing is can u make me stay. Yea maybe i say it and i don really seem like i mean it. BUT i do mean it. As much as i show you i love you so much, do not test my patience as it has a certain limit to it. I did my duty well, i did noot betray you nor did anything wrong to you. I am satisfied. As long as i know you were the one who did something wrong and not me. Though i definitely will be feeeling what u will not feeel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Maybe i dont deserve it but it was a choice which i made and the fact that peeople have advised me and told me about it. I just chose not to listen once again. The thing is i don really listen to what people have to say and thereafter make decisions base on it. I mean i do listen but i don react. Wait! i do react .. Its my emotions. My emotions takes place, takes over me too , sometimes. Just sometimes..! I just neeed man you know actually. Oh wells. I guess maybe it aint the right time yet. ahah. After so many men? lol. I really have no clue anymore. I love you yet i doont love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When i got to know about somethings, i was pretty sad you even had the intention. Mom was right. I really suck in " tai yan" Sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;"&gt;All i can do now is wait and continue pouring my hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WISH , I WISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPON THE SHOOTING STAR&lt;br /&gt;You'll be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINE&lt;/span&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/6522542083293326426-2861514318942966234?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/2861514318942966234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/10/th-certain-view-i-have-on-things-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2861514318942966234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2861514318942966234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/10/th-certain-view-i-have-on-things-now.html' title=''/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-1726946959995294823</id><published>2009-10-09T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:17:07.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>itsnothingbutjustlove.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;thevery&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;ofour&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt;month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon me for my Horrible grammar/ vocab  and etc. I'm stunt to the fact the my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; has deteriorate. Simple spelling in fact is horrendous for some unknown reason.My results for the second term sucks balls. Considering the fact i studied. Oh wells. ..... My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iphone&lt;/span&gt; got stolen. If i catch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mofo&lt;/span&gt; who took it i will scratch his penis of his balls.. if that actually makes sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a funny week. All the raging hormones. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ex's&lt;/span&gt; reunion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kinde&lt;/span&gt; thing.  It was nice in some ways. So, we are officially together... Ah huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy 1 month anniversary, baby (; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderful month&lt;/span&gt; and i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; every single moment we spent and will spend together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like you told me. You never know what would happen in future. All is unpredictable and so i learnt that fact and i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; starting to put my hopes slightly lower although i don think its really working.. I mean i know i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt; but i just do. I really don know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sitting at the balcony looking at the sky. It looks well rather plain ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky always gets me thinking.Thinking about you now baby (; And well i miss you for a reason? No. No reasons. Or perhaps yes.! There is a reason to it. .. Maybe its because i love you. Well can you call that a reason? Or maybe its not. Why is it love. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WHat&lt;/span&gt; is love? Questions leads to questions and well never ending questions... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The birds are chirping and the Beatles are flying across my balcony .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have questions to my love. But at the same time i want to love and put in my all to it. I want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nurture&lt;/span&gt; it and also prove some of the others wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love is just like playing the piano. First you have to play by the rulles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Than you play with your heart &amp;amp; also play however it tells you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&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/6522542083293326426-1726946959995294823?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/1726946959995294823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/10/itsnothingbutjustlove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1726946959995294823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1726946959995294823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/10/itsnothingbutjustlove.html' title='itsnothingbutjustlove.'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-3265526246773756160</id><published>2009-09-27T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T06:27:32.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its your answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i always came across to be the fierce one. Well i meant good. Hopefully my friends would get the juice of it (; Argh sometimes it really hurts to screww them up nicely but i have to. And it the end its always me being the "bad" guy in the story. I dont enjoy being the bad guy but i guess its just part of me. haha. I know you guys would laugh to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urm i always my opinion and view to certain things of whats going on in your life. I guess i always think that im your friend for a reason. It may be god sent you to help me out or vice versa. So whenever i sense anything wrong i would judgewith my own rightful thinking and common sense.. If you're my faithful reader perhaps you would figure out that i always say " Its okay to fail but after i fail the most important things is to get up and be strongger.. " So well i guess in life its not all about guiding some one to TAKE THE RIGHT PATH but to guide them through the paths that they choose and if it happens to be the wrong one, guide them to the right one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would tell you the consequences or hard feelings that you may feel and when i do , i prepare you for the rough journey ahead. Hoping that you would place yourself in right shape to go through it. Well i MAY NOT be always right. So i guess this is the right way to do it. To guide my friends through their rough days and unhappy weeeks or perhaps miserable years. Its all part of life. FEELINGS. its something we all have to go through if not whats there to life eyh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man need to learn fromtheir mistakes, get up strongeer from their failures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess im not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;superwoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always support my friends in whatever decisions they make but of course before they make them i'd like to warn them about the certain things i think may happen.. THe consequences are for the person to bear. Eveery action you make, you get an EQUAL reaction.. I provide you with choices, paths... BUT in the end you choose them. You hold the key. You made a decision i respect it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decision Made, I am happy for you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you feel the way i did. Maybe its time to have alittle chat with yourself. Pray to god. Ask him to guide you and provide you with the strength and power. Always act like what you are. Never be afraid to bring things out/ up for a discussion as it will help hella alot. You wouldnt imagine how it would help.. It does, i tell you. Many relationships lack of honesty. If only they would be honest and shame the devil, allow one another to help to solve problems together, things would end up in a very different way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If ever you were to fall, FALL back without hesitation.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will always be here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINCERELY, dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps: Im sure i prepared you more than enough for this war (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6522542083293326426-3265526246773756160?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/3265526246773756160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-your-answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/3265526246773756160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/3265526246773756160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-your-answer.html' title='Its your answer'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-848533660166412581</id><published>2009-09-25T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:33:32.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; iloveyou so</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today seems to be "the" day. Baby is starting work in a day. Argh and that would after 3 months after i start. Its going to be a long journey... Oh wells. I love you and i put faith in whatever we will be going through. Its September and apparently its "the" month to tie the knots. E's cousin and Baby's friend are getting married and as well as some other friends...The cousins are currently over, banging on their gameboys or wtv you name them which come to think of i never had when i was younger their age. Lucky them. Kids these days seem to be very pampered with things.. Materialistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tend to whine on small little issues which was never something to me. I get really pissed off with them considering they are so young and yet so fussy. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Very crude &amp;amp; rude too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The holidays wasnt fantastic. Due to the long hours of shifting, packing, cleaning and etc. Though i did have a little time to spare for the boyf. Headed to gardens one of those days to have our short date. Welll it was enough (; I wish for more though.  Catched a movie which sucked. Baby had me buy popcorn which was salted, ewww.! But it was okay.. It was the company that mattered. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iloveyou&lt;/span&gt;.Had a great dinner and my day was settled (;  Met Mr. Adrian =x That was the awesome part,haha. Great sarcasm there.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed home after i got some errands done and hit the sacks (:  Next day we had dinner with the boyf's friend and his chica. It was las carretas ampang. Small little restaurant, exactly like the one in taipan =.= Not much difference. Mike was hilarious although he was abit lame most of the time. Urm...yea. After dinner , decided to catch a movie but due to the timing we had to pick "tht" movie. Better than yesterdays though. Still early so we decided to go for a drink and la bodega it was. Got ourselves each a pine of hoeegarden. It was lovely (; Than we headed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for yesterday, we went to United Voice to pass Aunty swee lan the funds we raised during the orientation night. Wai yee tagged along. After that we lunched at gardens after passing something to esther. Headed to bread&amp;amp;butter to buy baby's present (; Hope you like it and thank god i got the right size (: I love myself. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a gift from me to you for your very first industrial training during our journey (; &amp;amp; also to encourage you to do better this time, baby (; I love you and i hope you would keep it for a long long long time. I learned something from you. Appreciate what you've got and never ever take it/ things forgranted as they may just disappear or change the next day as things are unpredictable. I love you and i would do my best to not allow the way i feel for you to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll stay strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: left;"&gt;Ps: You are the source of my strength, baby. iloveyousomuch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6522542083293326426-848533660166412581?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/848533660166412581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/iloveyou-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/848533660166412581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/848533660166412581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/iloveyou-so.html' title='&amp; iloveyou so'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-4802575668584467659</id><published>2009-09-21T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:34:26.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so disappointed. Its just one word that describes it all. I don't exactly know whats happpening to the world. Maybe its just me. You think so? Why is everybody doing things their way? What goes around comes around. Don't you think so? I don't know what you want. Why do you even want to care; What do you care for. There's nothing for you to care . Get lost. In your own dame world. Maybe she's right; they are right. I just never knew you enough. I gave you the "key" tooo early. You're just like the past. And i thought you were different.. Since everything is over, i asked you a few times. Couldn't you just tell the truth, shame the devil... NO, you egoistic arse. Im chuck bass chuck bass. I hate chuck bass since i started watching gossip girl. Maybe it was a sign. You're childish. You cant even lead temptations. You let temptations lead you. And i thought you would let god guide you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont bother if i was just a replacement. I dont bother anymore. But at least i thought you chose me for some other reason which i thought least i changed you a little. Or maybe lets put it this way, you changed, you did. Everybody noticed the changes but thereafter our breakup, You just let loose. You broke every single one of your promises. I dont care if you broke ours back than but you even broke those you promised mommy especially those which you never use to practice. Argh, what can i say. You're just a typical male. ANOTHER one of those. PLenty in my world. I guess i got over you fast enough because they're too many of you's around that fiddled with my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fucking the love the fact i chose dan humphrey over chuck bass. I like to play serena. I hate blair . But maybe in reality i am Blair but too bad im learning to be like serena. So fuck offf. In so long i never used any vulgar language in this blog. This if the first post ever , Fuck yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Th quote you always use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: I'd do anything for you baby. Even running to the ends of the earth. I wouldnt leave. Remember what i told you (; I love youh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-4802575668584467659?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/4802575668584467659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/guardian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4802575668584467659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4802575668584467659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/guardian.html' title='Guardian'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-6474474005362564017</id><published>2009-09-21T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:51:40.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan Humphrey (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Officially shifted in to the new crib. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its also Raya. Selamat Hari Raya &amp;amp; Maaf Zahir Batin to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally had an exucse to see all my chica's .  Sadly i was busy with hosting and also cooking tht i didnt get to spend much time with them... Im really happy to see them though(; So had a small gathering. Some close friends came; some didnt as they were caught up with things.. Me.E.lyn prepared dinner. D and Eugene came to rescue us after that. lols..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misses you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-6474474005362564017?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/6474474005362564017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/dan-humphrey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/6474474005362564017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/6474474005362564017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/dan-humphrey.html' title='Dan Humphrey (;'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-7085633044069087436</id><published>2009-09-18T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:36:20.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant loose this feeling</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently at the new crib. I miss baby ); Bugger's sttill sleeping like a baby. Urgh. Hari Raya's tomorrrow (;  And say goodbye to the bazaar's which i only went to once this year, sadly. Im actually hungry now. Its lunch time and i haven gotten lunch yet which is starting to make me go bonkers. I had a crazy week with sheet  loads of exams which i don know how they would turn out to be. Okay... I DONT WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have exactly 1 week to spend with baby before he starts his Industrial. And there starts our "real" journey... I would really misssss him .. Im strong though (; WE ARE kan?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall blog later, gotta run..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOUUH (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-7085633044069087436?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/7085633044069087436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-loose-this-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7085633044069087436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7085633044069087436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-loose-this-feeling.html' title='i cant loose this feeling'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-4247848589749323399</id><published>2009-09-14T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:51:40.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan Hmphrey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good Evening Fellow Readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if they are even any.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The decision made was right. I chose wisely. Its Dan Humphrey Over Chuck Bass. Anyway from the beginning it was Serena Over Blaire isn't it? Umm Yea. Although it may seem strange or not match in some ways. Thats the imperfections that make things perfect. Its the small little thiings that matter most. Im not sure why things are screwed up btween E &amp;amp; Chuck Bass, but all i know is CB is just being all childish and immature. You brought all this unto yourself and your're actually looking for some one to blame it on. Playing reverse psychology on E which she isn't supposedly to fall for.. For some odd reason she fell for it. Smarter than some people , she just fell for it this time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's allowing herself to fall into that trap of his. In the first place you were warned, Girl! Argh.. I saw baby today (; Im happy. Had Fridays for lunch with the college chica's and D... Although its mondayyy. ... Exam sucked badly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Night Billy Boy. Night My love. Night eugenneeeyy (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6522542083293326426-4247848589749323399?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/4247848589749323399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/dan-hmphrey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4247848589749323399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4247848589749323399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/dan-hmphrey.html' title='Dan Hmphrey'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-1998051721553833897</id><published>2009-09-13T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:45:22.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not a Fool</title><content type='html'>Do not act as if you know so well my dear ex boyfriend. I have no idea what you are trying to do but sorry the things you do aint working. You're trying to corrupt me or perhaps make me fall back for you. Sorry i apologize sincerely. You fucked up once; You'd always fuck up. You're just a useless piece of MAMA's boy who actually tried several times to stay away from temptations but too bad u still cant. You're weak! You promised mom that you would not do certain things but u have been repeating them over n over again. If only you listen to me... If only youd idnt treat me the way you did maybe now things wld hve stayed the way it is. You're slacking on your studies. Its your 1st term AGAIN. Baby i miss you but sorry youre not worth my time at all. Missing you is besides the point. I MOVED ON. So did you. I rather place my love somewhere else than on you. You're wasting your life away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get lost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-1998051721553833897?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/1998051721553833897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1998051721553833897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1998051721553833897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-fool.html' title='Im not a Fool'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-6890472194267639079</id><published>2009-09-12T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:32:32.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; Every Night I Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4th day and still counting on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;make me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head Over Heels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&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: center;"&gt;So much for being grounded. I miss you very much. I had a dream last night. It wasnt what i expected but still at least i had to "see" you. I know im some what obsessed with you. Thank God you don know the existence of this blog. Muahaha. Im telling myself Eeverything is fine. Im thinking too much in exact but my mind just strays off every once in a while. Its the past haunting me. I Know im a strong girl but some how its haunting me so bad that im acting like a wank. I seem to be wanting this so bad that im being so insecure about it. Yes, im calling my insecure. YOU, GROW UP, girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;I remember the first time we met in college , it was sooo pricelesss. I just gave you that "you want me? come get me!" stare. I didnt know what me &amp;amp; e saw in you but you were just charming like hell. And E talked to you for the first time in that lift near 7E i got all grumpy and hit E on the back. Lols. THis was before we met each other.. And the next time it was in the lift with tan scott and yourself. You guy started giggling and E started giggling than we all did. Vollley Gigggling, it was. Me You Me You... I remembered those priceless moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thereafter Tan was asking if i was single and i wasnt obviously. HAHA. That night i had to find my way to Friends for a private dance party I asked lance as i overheard hm saying its a nice place. The next thing you know justin scottt tan and all came over that night But you werent there so i asked tan about you and stuff. The next time was when i was asked to go for a drink with tan.. It was tani-ing at suriamas and again it was without you. BUT you added me in facebook a few days ago and dropped me a little message (; yipeee! I wasnt very interested at that point but i was astonished to the fact that you actually noticed me =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;I actually wanted to write you off my list too. Because You were so Fierece and due to some certain ppl. To think back it was just Hilarious. The things me &amp;amp; e did the last time before we knew you. We did try to seek some attention. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for E, she has her other own little story, slightly more dramatic.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Tall but not Handsome yet Charming Fella (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were named.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was where our journey began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6522542083293326426-6890472194267639079?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/6890472194267639079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-night-i-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/6890472194267639079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/6890472194267639079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-night-i-pray.html' title='&amp; Every Night I Pray'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-2926070464983864445</id><published>2009-09-12T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:27:26.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heead over Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby , i miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You drive me head over heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something has been bugging me lately and i h Ive been acting all strange  lately and i feel it but apparently i don know what it is all about...! Baby's also reacting back. Im sorrry. ); Somethings reallly buggggin me ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&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: center;"&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: center;"&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: center;"&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: center;"&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: center;"&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: center;"&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: center;"&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: center;"&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: center;"&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/6522542083293326426-2926070464983864445?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/2926070464983864445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/heead-over-heels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2926070464983864445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2926070464983864445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/heead-over-heels.html' title='Heead over Heels'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-1792924532439727096</id><published>2009-09-09T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:15:41.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Beginning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You deserve a chce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonderful Beginning. How Bout My Ending?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everythings been great lately. Well other than the fact , dad &amp;amp; mom's being a pain lately. I totally have no idea why. Yesterday we had our theatre production and well its was okay. Although we were aiming for a "better" award. I guess what they say is right. You plant mangoes you get mangoes. We did a good job but apparently everyone thinks we could have done better. The other the whole bunch came to the new crib to chill and practise. The Boyf came over too (: We had a good day although he was a litttle boring =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had awesome scenery, the boys had fun fagging while looking at the golf course view. We came across a slight accident that day. My bad. Was going too fast =/ E was trying to catch up, yikesss! Got domino's for eevryone and gobled up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently grasping for air. Im not to certain about the decision i made. I mean im just afraid. I have it now and i want to have it "than". I guess ill be leaving town for abit again. Hit the beach and take some time off. I love you and i want to love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;090909 (;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets climb Mount Everest together lahh.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379640942239012978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SqhS7zVN2HI/AAAAAAAADG0/iMfz_QWGyNo/s320/Love_in_the_air_by_MultiCurious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-1792924532439727096?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/1792924532439727096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonderful-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1792924532439727096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1792924532439727096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonderful-beginning.html' title='Wonderful Beginning?'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SqhS7zVN2HI/AAAAAAAADG0/iMfz_QWGyNo/s72-c/Love_in_the_air_by_MultiCurious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-5928480624066811736</id><published>2009-08-31T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:42:57.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Blue Yellow White</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things doesn't seem to be changing any how. Urm. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, 52nd Independence Day (; Happy Merdeka People.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh boy am i glad today we're given a days break. Partied last night as usual... This time it was at mardigras which i have no idea why we went there. I mean i knew but i didnt really have the place in mind though..  Accompanied E as she was too eager to club at mardi tht night. It was also Kenneth's Event which i have profusely turn down the last couple of times. So this time since E wanted to go so bad, we decided to go support Kenneth. Countdown sucked for some unknown reason but i had fun with E. She had loadsa fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suprisingly madrigras wasnt as hyped up as saturday... Many people turned up though. It was the company that made our night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself, Esther, Zhao, Gillian, Nick Davis, Darryl, Scott, Eugene, Faiz, Nigel, Justin, Tan,.... etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bumped into Ryan which apparently knows eugene too. The worlds really small. Wilson was there too. The guy who was introduced to me by Picky. .. Half way through the night, we wanted to head to bamboo 9 as we had another bunch of friends there waiting for us but some of us were too lazy to drive there so we just stayed put. Keegan was also in bamboo 9 and apparently got wasted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towards the end of the night, My BOOPS got burnt by Nicholas Davis's Cigarette. After that my head got hit on eugene's head..... Double Dosage, argh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F***,  hurt like a bi**h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's even a scar there now. He definitely owes me one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some pictures of the Bamboo9 2009 Fab Facebook 500 people Event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Spuov9bWlZI/AAAAAAAADGs/yzCREzAaKWE/s1600-h/IMG_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Spuov9bWlZI/AAAAAAAADGs/yzCREzAaKWE/s320/IMG_1476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376076122093426066" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Internets pretty laggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall update lter on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-5928480624066811736?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/5928480624066811736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-blue-yellow-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/5928480624066811736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/5928480624066811736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-blue-yellow-white.html' title='Red Blue Yellow White'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Spuov9bWlZI/AAAAAAAADGs/yzCREzAaKWE/s72-c/IMG_1476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-7256446489728719948</id><published>2009-08-29T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:11:46.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances, meant to be earned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confessions of a messes up chic? AM I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don really know actually. This week was tiring some how. Went to the 2009 fab facebook 500 people event which wasnt as hilarious as i thought it'd be. It was okay though i had fun. Maybe because gary and friends were our entertainment for the night or maybe it was because of "drama" tht happened that night. It was beer throughout the whole dame night. Heineken rather.. It was held at bamboo9, ttdi. Ive been foosing lately so i had 2 games with keegan in the concourse of ttdi which was pretty akward as many people were looking. I still suck after 1 month but still i improved much compared to a month ago. OH wells. Today i was practitcing snake  with esther (; Our wrists had shades of red and blue. It was hella a pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been almost a month and more, uve been gone. I miss you but i dont think its much of a big deal now as i have told myself that i want to move on. It wasnt that hard anymore as i thought u were just a total waste of time. I was pretty fed up lilstening to all your bulshyt. Till this very minute you' re still telling me you miss me. I wonder why. Some how, im trying to give this other person a chance. And i really hope things work out this time. Though he may not be what i expected him to be i still think it will work out. I need to skip out of comfort zone and try some other new things. Rather than sticking to the same old blue cow...yea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still im having some small problems of my own. Im so afraid . afraid of commitment which i never use to afraid of. Im just so scared of those immatures. Accepting some one new isnt tht hard but being able to trust them its a different story. You were able to grab my heart but were you able to hold on to it? Its different too. This world seems to be filled with a whole bunch of those "typical males" I really hate them. Just stand up be a man, speak the truth and shame the ddevil. Its not like it'd kill you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His trying hard and im trying to try too. Im happy really happy things have been fine so on. Maybe some would say it is so fast but i think we progressed really fast. Maybe the chances we have seem to be more compared to my past one's. Maybe.. At the same point, im afraid i'd be the one who changes. I dont want you to just leave me like tht. I don wan to love you and get dump after that. I do appreciate your effort much. Its really heart warming kknowing you try so hard. Im really starting to fall for you. I hope we'd work out on it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You do deserve a chance, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&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/6522542083293326426-7256446489728719948?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/7256446489728719948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/08/chances-meant-to-be-earned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7256446489728719948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7256446489728719948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/08/chances-meant-to-be-earned.html' title='Chances, meant to be earned'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-8839428764047346058</id><published>2009-08-22T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:59:16.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandalistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i needed to know was that you loved me. I no longer care if you're out there with some other chic after our break up. It doesnt seem so important anymore. Suprisingly you have been talking to me for the past 3 days. Im really happy that we are starting to talk again. You obviously care i guess...I really don know but i rather think stupidd. ...I still miss you but thats no longer "the matter"... Feelings is not everything ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too sure what has been going on but i having been talking to an old friend lately. I have a feeling things would go on much better for him if im not always there. I sometimes feel that i love him more than i should. Maybe its normal to do so. I really dontknow. Or perhaps just a girls thought. I get so irritated with you but at the same time i cant. You're practically part of my life. I Love you / I dont Love you. I guess you're not as what i expected.. And that at times pisses me of so much. You tell me that you're very fickled minded. I agree much. I guess now things are good for you. You're better off without me. Though i still care much for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;College? has been hectic but fun i guess. Orientation Night turned out to be good but not as good as i expected it to be. Urm. It was fun but mistakes were made. Well i suppose we could have avoided some... Though we all had fun (; Im happy that everybody's getting closer day by day. We are communicating better and getting to know each other more and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im blank now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-8839428764047346058?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/8839428764047346058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/08/scandalistic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/8839428764047346058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/8839428764047346058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/08/scandalistic.html' title='Scandalistic'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-2991648537312532179</id><published>2009-08-13T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:49:57.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me , not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It doesnt matter any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said that the most beautiful part of love was the imperfections about it. I loved you the way you were. The small things which never mattered to you just matter to me. You just let it slip through your hands. Im glad of what has happened but in some ways i really blame myself for not doing what i would have done. I love you and i still miss you. I still miss our past times but all i can do now is care from afar. Just a month and a half together, its like we've been together for quite some time. The times where i am alone sitting down, i tend to think about the things we did together. Some how i would relate it to you and your current chic. It pricks my heart. I just have one big huge regret that i did not document any of our past together. Its really sad. The sound of you singing to me those nights will never be forgotten but its time to forget you. I know for a fact im over this sheet but i still some how m affected by you. I still wanna care at least just from far far away. Allow me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still thank god as i always did from the beginning... Thank him for bringing us together and allowing me to know you better as an individual. Although, people out there dont seem to agree about what i think about you, i'd still think of you the same way i did. I love you and ill still love you (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope you live a happy life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-2991648537312532179?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/2991648537312532179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-me-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2991648537312532179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/2991648537312532179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-me-not.html' title='Love me , not.'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-1581140655898223910</id><published>2009-07-11T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:21:50.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A MOCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Sli7-JV0XtI/AAAAAAAADFE/ndUFSxReSKU/s1600-h/MOCK+UP+1+ORI+NIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Sli7-JV0XtI/AAAAAAAADFE/ndUFSxReSKU/s400/MOCK+UP+1+ORI+NIGHT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357238433090920146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-1581140655898223910?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/1581140655898223910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-mock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1581140655898223910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1581140655898223910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-mock.html' title='JUST A MOCK'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Sli7-JV0XtI/AAAAAAAADFE/ndUFSxReSKU/s72-c/MOCK+UP+1+ORI+NIGHT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-4769259801117977435</id><published>2009-07-01T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T04:01:44.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; everynight i pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A touching story i cried to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;And she prayed to the lord, im not selfish lord. I just pray we could last for a year or two. If we're really meant to be , than we could just married. The only guy she thought about marrying. He just makes her day. She smiles like a fairy from heaven when she thinks about him . She was having some hard times with the guy just because she was too afraid to loose him. If she'd ever loose him, she said, i'd just thank the lord for giving me such an opportunity to be with him. I'd never take that back. Being with him was just enough. The times that were spent together will all be remembered and placed in her heart.. She never expected more. He once asked the girl what happens if a girl were to steal me away from you? what would you do? The girl answered him without no hesitations. If you love the girl i would just let you go. All i need for you is to be happy and i would be too. She just loved him so much that she never wanted him to suffer. She always wanted the best for him. She was so afraid to loose him that she was denial to everything he said. He than got fed up which such attitude and feelings started to fade.. And that day on wards she prayed harder everynight hoping he would just love her the way he did again. She was waiting for the right time to ask him ...Or maybe she was just over reacting on small things which never seemed to be like anything to others. She was sensitive as she was never together with some one else like him for so long. Is it? It still remains as a mystery... Tilll now, she prays with all her might and all strength. She prays , Don ever let go!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&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: center;"&gt;Baby, i love youuu (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till eternity??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6522542083293326426-4769259801117977435?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/4769259801117977435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/07/everynight-i-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4769259801117977435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/4769259801117977435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/07/everynight-i-pray.html' title='&amp; everynight i pray'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-426495169206911131</id><published>2009-06-29T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:24:34.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;You said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U'd hold my hands and We'd finish the race together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothiing now affects me more than just you. Baby you once told me that you're so attached to me. Thank you so much. Though right now im currently going through a hard time myself. Maybe its not affecting you as much as it is affecting me right now. I totally have no idea why. Maybe its just me whose reacting this way. As much as i love you, i think there's something somewhere..... Argh, so annoying. Eats into my heart when i try to figure out what the hell it is. My heart just pumps faster when i think about it. You make me crazy. In so long, nobody made me feel this way till you came along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just make me smile like an innocent lil girl who just received cotton candy from her mother. You make me wonder beyond the clouds. You make me wanna cry when you say those words. ... The feeling that i feel is beyond magnificent. BUT you also make me wanna tear down the whole dame world. I know i know we will get through this together. Hand in hand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;NLWY (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6522542083293326426-426495169206911131?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/426495169206911131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/426495169206911131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/426495169206911131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-good.html' title='For good?'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-5453024308974339913</id><published>2009-06-24T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:17:56.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose Tights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looose Tights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesnt make sense at all but what the hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things just don't go the way we want it to be and so "perfect" things do not always make sense too (:  Baby, don't ask me why i love you! i just DO!  I just love everything about you. From top to toe. Even the smallest pimples that grow on ur cheek or the slightest wrinkle which appears anywhere near your face... Its still there, the pimple (; You're such a vain pot. You're even worst than girls,. Oh oh oh, still you're my boy. And the haircut you got is fineeee, i'd still ride with you. You've been a dummy for this few weeks. Oh-so-cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Its been so long since all such great things has happened. Arif reminded me that i should be happy since so much good great things has been happening. Well i didnt say i was not, he was just trying so hard to piss me off which of course didnt work. He'd apparently be back soon enough before i shift off to the new house. And im gonna make him help (: Yay! I miss the fella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Struggling between some ties, i have to make a decision on a job which the boyf may not like so i guess ill skip this one although its a really good opportunity. Cash flows in like a running water tap. Argh, too bad. Friends which were waiting to get cheaper prices can forget about it this instance. There goes your tickets.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I misss YOU already );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the way you care so much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the way you hold me tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6522542083293326426-5453024308974339913?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/5453024308974339913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/06/loose-tights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/5453024308974339913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/5453024308974339913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/06/loose-tights.html' title='Loose Tights'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-482036151474441279</id><published>2009-06-20T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:22:14.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my lucky one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aime :3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My princeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first day of my holiday, it wasnt so nice after all. Had plans on hitting mos with the bro. He insisted on going although his flight was like 16 hours. So i was too happy about the fact my baby was going too (; Till i found out the eta was DELAYED... I went bonkers,    beserk! urgh. Had dinner before going to the airport. Was still putting my hopes high cause i wanna see biiiiiii! ); In the end, we never made it. Drop by and it was too late.. The night was one of those 2nd world wars of me and bii... We fought from like 3 plus to 5 plus in the morning. Was cute though. My lips are sealed about what happened.ladiiilaaa. i still love u so so so much... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You know i do baby, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a horrible day. I made some mistakes, so so bad one's. Today was not as bad but it was bad enough. Got my phone with my hotlink number in it lost. Im so pissed off at the person who took it. I currently hate Ac. OMG... I haven seen my baby in 2 days. Poppy and dinner plans got screwed over by myself. The brother went without me. So not fair.. I stayed home and sulked all day long.Not really.. Headed to ou with the brother early in the afternoon. Was there to do some shopping and he wanted to get a clean cut. Brought him to monsoon where i recently went to with the boyf to get his hair cut like a small pretty boy. i love you soooo .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My night was horrible but baby called &amp;amp; we had a great time through the phone. haha . sounds sooo unreal. but well i love you baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-482036151474441279?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/482036151474441279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-my-lucky-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/482036151474441279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/482036151474441279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-my-lucky-one.html' title='You&apos;re my lucky one'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-8603729530469390693</id><published>2009-06-14T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:32:27.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my Romeo (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347360530962434530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SjWkEkX1yeI/AAAAAAAADE0/SshNbsJsxrc/s320/n784165273_7077233_7419655.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THATS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the only think i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There recently has been many feelings within my small little heart. Some which i can never imagine i would have in a very long time now. Since it has been 2 whole years and a few months. The absence of love was pretty "empty" Well i have been in dilemma for a while so i really think i deserve some holiday of it. I am involve with some one now and im dead happy about it. Im not sure whats going to happen in the future but now i know for sure that i would put my heart into it. Try my very best to keep it going. They say he might be what "guys" are but well i may be able to make a change in things. At the first few days, i was pretty immune to all the things he said untill i found out that he was a christian, i normally would have no urgency to actually care about this kind of things but this time it was different. I really have no idea why but i guess this is how god wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always use to say age matters hella a lot. Well this time it is different. Basically i did some what step into things before i even knew the age. Thats pretty beserk eyh? SO WHAT? haha. Love iss Blind right, thats what they always say And of course i too very much agree with that statement. I don care what people say , i will continue what i wish and want to do. Although i did face a few problems when we "tied the knot" Several encounters which hurt me so bad. As for him i have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immm so excited that im about to create new memories once again (; don care how much its going to hurt me later on, im jumping right into it. FOR HIM, I WOULDNT mind la (; i love him and im dead sure about it. People can go on uttering about whateever it is they want to say. Least mind your own business for this time. Spare me my life. Don take it away from me this time. Im not letting go despite whatever they say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oince again i am blogging about my personal life. whatever lahhhh! im currently in college stoning away because i cant study. I have my final paper on weds and i haven started nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-8603729530469390693?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/8603729530469390693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you-thats-only-think-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/8603729530469390693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/8603729530469390693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you-thats-only-think-i-know.html' title='You are my Romeo (;'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SjWkEkX1yeI/AAAAAAAADE0/SshNbsJsxrc/s72-c/n784165273_7077233_7419655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-7898603701516228229</id><published>2009-06-08T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:26:26.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May the stars and moons uphold us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sayang pada mu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nuff said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a matter of fact, im not very happy. I have no idea why. People say you should be happy when u actually tied the knot some how. Yea i mean well i do think so too but i guess im just afraid but im trying hard enough to be not afraid and just live life at it is. Been too rusty after such a long time. The boyf's being an idiot. Not texting me now , ran off to do his own things.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what a baby&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you though very much though. im not sure for a fact what made me do so but well i do. Though its not a very long time, haha. Its funny you know. I made a decision and i guess ill have to live up to it ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah he texted me now. I guess ill have to go for now ); shall update more later on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6522542083293326426-7898603701516228229?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/7898603701516228229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-stars-and-moons-uphold-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7898603701516228229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/7898603701516228229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-stars-and-moons-uphold-us.html' title='May the stars and moons uphold us'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-1227142374725688203</id><published>2009-06-04T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:49:51.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how i wish i could just walk away. i just couldnt. Unable to decide , im so lost, so lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please help me somebody. I don want to make the wrong decision yet i am stubborn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put my trust in you but never take that trust away from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-1227142374725688203?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/1227142374725688203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/06/walk-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1227142374725688203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1227142374725688203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/06/walk-away.html' title='Walk away'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-5609567926720322059</id><published>2009-05-31T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:02:36.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Would you be my romeo  (:  ?    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SiKI0bq5kOI/AAAAAAAADEs/d06Jmaq9m6A/s1600-h/750113fuo5x483gh.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SiKI0bq5kOI/AAAAAAAADEs/d06Jmaq9m6A/s320/750113fuo5x483gh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341982542377095394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep waiting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday as always predicted was my day out. Had plans on going to boston but got screwed.. Headed to pyramid and ac earlier in the day. Met up with jeremy , the girlfriend and je yue at pyramid as me, laine and yee was searching for the perfect mocktail selection for our very first service which so happen to be the very first group in DH33 to be serving (; Nervous and excited at the same time as its going to be a whole new experience... not that i dont know how to serve... Oh wells, we tried my choice of mocktail and decided to carry on with it , nyek nyek. Teached wai yee how to prepare the mocktail and off i headed to Ac. Played pool &amp;amp; met up with nigel, aaron n et cetera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the night, je yue picked yours truly up for dinner at Plaza KJ. Wanted to hit poppy with picky and the rest bt as usuall it didnt happen. . Juan called and asked if we wanted to join them at china white but it was boring so we kinde skipped it. Picked nigel up and went to hartamas . He was awfully hungry that we ate in pelita when we wanted to dine at souled out. Headed to breakers foos sikit n watch ppl play pool on some tiny table.... seems strange i thought i could hit better but i didnt try. Been a while since i went to breakers.. Got bored and decided to sisha. Got home bout 2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;Should i be dumb?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6522542083293326426-5609567926720322059?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/5609567926720322059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/5609567926720322059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/5609567926720322059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-exhausted.html' title='Dead exhausted'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/SiKI0bq5kOI/AAAAAAAADEs/d06Jmaq9m6A/s72-c/750113fuo5x483gh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-8525391945777606352</id><published>2009-05-28T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:17:55.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Sh6IMrKnUhI/AAAAAAAADEk/P8k1YMne6mY/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340855959435039250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me sad &amp;amp; blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just killing me. Its so stressful. College life really aint easy. The amount of decisions you have to make is as well very frustrating. Oh wells, monday was horrible. Had to deal with my geography lecturer which seemed to be a pain in the arse that day. Wanted to minus 2 marks from my assignment, and that pissed me off like crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Night in the museum 2 was funny but boring at the same time. He was sleeping throughout the movie and je yue was digging balls, haha. His undies were too tight. HAHa.. There after headed to my Hawaiian themed party which wasnt really my cup of tea but everybody did some what have their own fun. Other than shouting over mr. anthony our "HOT" 24 year old lecturer which i didnt find hot enough for me to shout over. The girls practically brought down the house. Almost all the girls except a few of us including me. He too was exhausted being shouted over and he was model for the night. Will upload pictures as soon as i get them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chef Katina was nice enough to bring us to nomad bangsar for a short visit. Sadly to say the place wasnt really awesome but services were really good. The occupancy rate was about 88% and all of them are mostly expatriates. Had a good view on all the facilities and rooms and left back for college. Later in the noon, the girlfriend came hunting for me in college. We than headed back home and chilled for abit before hitting the gym. Than it was dinner with gabe. So happen nigel and je yue called. Je yue had a sudden craving for roti bakar from uncle lim's but we were already on the way to ac so there goes his crave... Haha. We met at Ac. We werent hungry so decided to have a few games of pool. Played with everybody including ryan and well the guys who work in ac. OWned (: nyek nyek!  nigel couldnt make it, sadly. Aaron called and there came my ex mates. Had tong sui and that was the end of my day (; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today as usual was a hectic day, assesmentsss. It turned out okay the fact i was still playing pool before the exam. Argh. It wasnt that bad after all because i studied! Went to college library this morning at 8 okay (; Goodie two shoess... And here i am home now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;Im pretty lost the fact that i have to make certain decisions. Well the decisions that i make would actually affect my life, right? Ah huh. I really need to start making the right decisions. Decisions are huge paths taken. So annoying... Part of life aint it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-8525391945777606352?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/8525391945777606352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncertain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/8525391945777606352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/8525391945777606352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncertain.html' title='Uncertain'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Sh6IMrKnUhI/AAAAAAAADEk/P8k1YMne6mY/s72-c/IMG_1119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-411256381293160831</id><published>2009-05-22T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:32:21.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just , HILARIOUS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338867233928383186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Shd3dnVGCtI/AAAAAAAADEc/udm5NGavYNA/s320/colorful_by_koksuel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a good friend (; sacrificed time to accompany the girlfriend 8 in the morning to go through a hardcore gyming session. It was really good though, satisfying more like it. Till today my body still aches like a... , maybe its because of the overall exercise. I can barely remember what happened tuesday but wednesdsay was fun. Met up with howethoon, seanhan and rest. Headed to Jaya One for lunch and also picked up howe's result. After that we headed to Ac to poool and foos. Bumped into several familliar faces. Spent a few hours there. Half way through mom called me, thought she was urging me to get back instead she asked me to pack her fav tong sui for her at snow flakes. With that me and my girlfriend decided to go there.. We bumped into esther, your's truly college mate. And there after the friends came up one by one. What a coincidence... The place instantly became noisy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was classic. Apparently my life now is currently filled up with pooling; assignments and yada yada ya yada yada ya..... HAH. PLayed pool the whole afternoon and headed to the gym. Me and mom than decided to go for dinner at our all time fav steamboat place (; Had an awesome meal, i was full. . Met up with some friends at italllianies and payed jennifer a visit. HILARIOUS. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of tuesday night. Met up with the curator of the show and another designer to finalize some things. We picked caroline up from jaya 33 and headed to OU's garden restaurant. We had the mind of going to chijlis or fridays cause they have smoking areas whereas like other restaurants. So happen we were well served by the waiters at gardens so we decided to give it a try due to their warm welcome and passionate service.. Had a bad head start but everything went on fine after a few hours. We worked till pretty late but the food was really good and service was brilliant except the fact that the waitress was over friendly which made us pretty uncomfortable. This shows us that being a waitress, we must know our limits and maintain a distance between the customers and ourselves. You think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didnt seem to happen the way we wanted it to be...&lt;br /&gt;I gave you a chance , you let it go, too bad..&lt;br /&gt;You lost it, you never get it back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FREEDOM 09 , ANYBODY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nuff said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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/6522542083293326426-411256381293160831?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/411256381293160831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-hilarious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/411256381293160831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/411256381293160831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-hilarious.html' title='Just , HILARIOUS...'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Shd3dnVGCtI/AAAAAAAADEc/udm5NGavYNA/s72-c/colorful_by_koksuel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-3991584555773880999</id><published>2009-05-18T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T04:52:25.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont really care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here Goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend was filled up. It was sisha like 3 days in a row after a few months of not doing so. I got high on sisha, imagine that? Thats pretty amazing thing to find out.. Headed out friday night to watch angel and demon with je yue and suprisingly i enjoyed it, not fully but well mostly. Apart from some of the boring parts which was a total bore.. And the things that happen in the cinema that night was pretty funny as we spilled the popcorn upteen times and by the last time it fell our popcorn was almost all gone.. I was to be blame for such clumsy-ness. But i do encourage my friends to watch it, least it was better than the latest fast&amp;amp;furious which was a total bore to me..I was allergic to not playing pool so we decided to play a few games but after a few stops , the places were all packed, sadly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girlfriend was too bored that she called me instantly after gym hoping i'd go sisha with her. So i was practically forced to .. But everything went fine (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's Being Filled with him. Good lord, shut my eyes! It starts to tingle when i see such things. Argh, i feel like punching him right in his face. To top it of, a straight kick "JackPot" and there it goes, crying out for mercy, perhaps...bla bla bla, unlikely though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i was a bunny so i could munch on my notes but after i munch on them i hope i'd remember all that i munched (; Sounds alien-ish but what the heck. The test and assessments are just crazy. Business tourism is up next, tomorrow and here i am blogging my arse of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the thing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUZZ OFF , horse face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6522542083293326426-3991584555773880999?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/3991584555773880999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-really-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/3991584555773880999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/3991584555773880999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-really-care.html' title='I dont really care.'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-479681216601741732</id><published>2009-05-15T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:31:52.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astonish Bonisshhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Sg4lSDY7epI/AAAAAAAADEM/JE139hHV8KA/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Sg4lSDY7epI/AAAAAAAADEM/JE139hHV8KA/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336243600558357138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(; Currently waiting for the driving instructor to come and give me my lesson. Friday seemed to be good for some reason. Kitchen class was some what fun with the assessment. Although we were all very stressed up at some moments... we made some vegetable soup on our own and had to finish it up ourseleves, the whole bowl. Im glad we made less soup compared to the other teams. My stomach grawllled. lols! The rest of the afternoon was dedicated to the pool tables and my cash... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the night, plans got fucked.  But the ex boyf called later in the night and we decided to go out. Picked me we headed to drink tea. (;  I miss you larhhhh&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/6522542083293326426-479681216601741732?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/479681216601741732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/astonish-bonisshhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/479681216601741732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/479681216601741732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/astonish-bonisshhh.html' title='Astonish Bonisshhh'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V45BX4Hcea0/Sg4lSDY7epI/AAAAAAAADEM/JE139hHV8KA/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-8348857269457924865</id><published>2009-05-12T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:36:29.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot lights, there we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it goes again. Self abiding laws.... Tell me about it. It didnt work. I don think i'd want to mention a single thing or make any single explanation about that. Its pathetic i suppose you dont know whats going on in your life. You brought trouble unto yourself and you're blaming it on others. Same situation back than but different in terms of mind set where i did on first hand reminded that person... This time it isnt my fault at all. NOT even abit. But what can i possibly just do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerly Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cheese cake rock socks; rock college and rock the house (; Ah, i am happy. Ee lain even exaggerated saying that it is better than the secret recipe one. Well i doubt so. Thanks much to the cheese i bought. I finially found out why my cream puffs turned out that way, i forgot the milk =/ I spent about half my allowance on the ingredients. Shucks. My hearts aching a little. I want that dress badly! !!! Eeeeeeee, im going to get it soon enough. Im currently in need of a shopping spree. Monday was really hectic and dramatic. I got you good! You really suprised me.. Liar liar and your pants finally got on fire. Dame, good for you. You are such a horrendous creature , you know that? You find all sorts of excuses to just make yourself look better. This time you let me down. I changed and now if nobody believes me, its all your fault, you piece of crap. Anyways, forget about that. The menu for dinner that night was dee-elicious.. Pumpkin soup/ lamb stew and apple pastry. I was awfully tired that night and had to deal with some lifeless self absurd bugger which i once admire much as a friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following day was our trip to the wet market. It was a good experience although i did go to a market before, i think. Snapped some pictures (; Shall post em up in abit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522542083293326426-8348857269457924865?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/8348857269457924865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/spot-lights-there-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/8348857269457924865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/8348857269457924865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/spot-lights-there-we-go-again.html' title='Spot lights, there we go again'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522542083293326426.post-1521031872886398223</id><published>2009-05-07T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:56:39.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple pillow, blue rosses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bonjour&lt;/span&gt; readers, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, hello! I am back. Oh yes i am. After a long long break, i decided to blog once again. I do miss blogging and i too have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; many complains about me not blogging so i guess i'd give it a go again. But please please refrain from blamming me if i do not update frequently. Its not easy juggling between college; going out and blogging especially when you're taking hospitality. It eats up your time. And it has eaten up mine! Thats for sure! Coming back to college (; It has been hectic, just a little...The assignments are horrendously PILED. Oh now i know for sure what they mean about assignments.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASSIGNMENTS keep coming and you dont finish them up on time just because you have too many assignments or maybe rather thinking the due date is far from now but next thing you know you're doing last minute work. Tell me about it. haha. Assesments are another thing. They come just like that and its crazy. Especially, Geography.. Though i do some what start to feel this course is interesting. I am starting to like baking (;  FYI, i baked today. Im proud not that my pastry/cake/muffins taste awesome but least i managed to bake them and their edible larhhh. I spent the whole day baking my muffins, cream puffs and cheese cake. All for MOM. Since its mothers day, i think she deserves to be pampered. I baked some extra for ethan and mom. Sent it over after 10.30 p.m. and still the bugger hasnt gone home. Jerko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: Something feels not right... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Where are You? You? and You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6522542083293326426-1521031872886398223?l=littlemissfickled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/feeds/1521031872886398223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/purple-pillow-blue-rosses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1521031872886398223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522542083293326426/posts/default/1521031872886398223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissfickled.blogspot.com/2009/05/purple-pillow-blue-rosses.html' title='Purple pillow, blue rosses'/><author><name>I was made to be loved</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
