<?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-2232684759217173895</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:31:33.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premonitions..</title><subtitle type='html'>This site is about a 17 year old boy, Lister Fidelis</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-8944208751355154549</id><published>2010-12-21T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:10:44.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After SPM..</title><content type='html'>Whoa.. &lt;br /&gt;It's been almost 1 week since my last paper, EST ended.. &lt;br /&gt;Wow.. &lt;br /&gt;Finally., &lt;br /&gt;The 5 years of studying., is over..&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say., I Don't Wanna Grow Up Yet.. =)..&lt;br /&gt;I mean., Who does right..? Hahakx..&lt;br /&gt;By far., the biggest challenge for me.,&lt;br /&gt;Is waking up early in the morning.. Hahakx~!..&lt;br /&gt;It's the holidays.. &lt;br /&gt;I play my computer till it's late at night.. &lt;br /&gt;Well., Who could blame me..?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done it in a long time since a month before SPM.. =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've finished my SPM.. I realized something Major in my life.. &lt;br /&gt;My actual fears weren't confined by SPM.. But SPM made me realize something.. &lt;br /&gt;And shockingly., it isn't SPM that I'm afraid of.. It's the part where I., Lister Fidelis., Have to grow up.. It sucks to know that toO soon.. But., Sooner or Later., We all have to grow up don't we..? =(..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Celine Teo..&lt;br /&gt;I Love You.. &lt;br /&gt;I Miss You..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes., I can Breathe Your Love in the air..&lt;br /&gt;That's when we're together.. &lt;br /&gt;I can sense the Love and Affection we have for each other.. :P..&lt;br /&gt;Right now., I just feel like holding you tight in my arms..&lt;br /&gt;I Love You., Forever.. ^^..&lt;br /&gt;I'd commit my life to you..&lt;br /&gt;I give you my heart because I Know For Sure., &lt;br /&gt;You Won't Break It.. I trust You with my Heart.. =)..&lt;br /&gt;I promise You., I Will Never Break Your Heart..&lt;br /&gt;It's precious and I will always treasure it.. &lt;br /&gt;My Heart., My Soul., It's all yours.. =).. &lt;br /&gt;Our Soul., Our Hearts., Are Embedded in one.. ^^.. &lt;br /&gt;I Love You., I Miss You.. 我爱你.. ^^..&lt;br /&gt;1510.. =).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new car is coming soon..!! Wee~~.. Ford Fiesta.. Decided to get 1510 as the car plate number.. Hope my mom and dad are okay with it.. It is., after all my car.. :P..&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Well., That's enough for this post.. =).. Shalom..!! ^^..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-8944208751355154549?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8944208751355154549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=8944208751355154549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8944208751355154549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8944208751355154549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-after-spm.html' title='Life After SPM..'/><author><name>Lister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756537332969291553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-2565794104767371306</id><published>2010-11-14T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T08:41:12.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Held Hostage..</title><content type='html'>Woah.. Time flew..! Next week would be my SPM examinations already.. Crap man.. =(.. Anxious-ness filling the air.. Grr.. Barely breathing toO.. Sighs.. Guess it's every student's nightmare ain't it.. =(.. Gah.. I'm turning into a nervous wreck.. Haven't been on my com for several weeks.. Finally, I had two nights of freedom to play.. Yay..! xD.. Gosh, sound like a kid..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 17th, this month, it'd be the 200th Day of our relationship.. Needless to say, I am, indeed elated.. I Love Euu Babe.. =).. Hope we'd to stay this way Forever.. :P.. I just can't get enough of Euu.. There's no gettin' over you.. ^^.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sCKZ41uoNY/TOAQ8pVb3kI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qbKNEvSuyu4/s1600/wee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sCKZ41uoNY/TOAQ8pVb3kI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qbKNEvSuyu4/s320/wee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539446175739665986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Euu Wifey.. =).. Mwarkx.. :P..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-2565794104767371306?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2565794104767371306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=2565794104767371306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2565794104767371306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2565794104767371306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2010/11/held-hostage.html' title='Held Hostage..'/><author><name>Lister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756537332969291553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sCKZ41uoNY/TOAQ8pVb3kI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qbKNEvSuyu4/s72-c/wee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-2285693956025130255</id><published>2010-07-29T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T02:59:08.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)..</title><content type='html'>A lonely soul..&lt;br /&gt;Embarked on a journey..&lt;br /&gt;All alone..&lt;br /&gt;Sad,feeling betrayed..&lt;br /&gt;By past relationships.. &lt;br /&gt;And friends.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in the rain..&lt;br /&gt;He stood there and cried..&lt;br /&gt;As if it had became a habbit..&lt;br /&gt;As no one would see if he was crying.. &lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, &lt;br /&gt;Feeling hurt,&lt;br /&gt;He was.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that faithful day came..&lt;br /&gt;A lady..&lt;br /&gt;With skin, white as snow,&lt;br /&gt;Smooth beyond comparisson &lt;br /&gt;Stumbled upon this lonely soul..&lt;br /&gt;She consoled the soul..&lt;br /&gt;She made space for him in her heart..&lt;br /&gt;There he was.. &lt;br /&gt;Loved again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Under the storm he no longer stood.. &lt;br /&gt;For the 'rain' was no longer his companion of the journey..&lt;br /&gt;But it was the LOVE between them..&lt;br /&gt;That kept them going..&lt;br /&gt;The lonely soul.. &lt;br /&gt;No longer a loner.. &lt;br /&gt;Embarked on a new journey most people call, 'relationship'..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-2285693956025130255?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2285693956025130255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=2285693956025130255' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2285693956025130255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2285693956025130255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_29.html' title='=)..'/><author><name>Lister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756537332969291553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-441972857472305670</id><published>2010-07-25T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T06:11:12.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)..</title><content type='html'>Part 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;Kinda feeling like posting something today.. &lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am.. Hhekx.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;And hell, &lt;br /&gt;Was it a blast!.. =)&lt;br /&gt;Though tiring, &lt;br /&gt;It was still one of the best days of my life.. &lt;br /&gt;First..&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;Though it was a rainy day..&lt;br /&gt;But things cleared up and the sun was shining sooner later..&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;br /&gt;Overall.. &lt;br /&gt;The weather was ok..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Let's cut the crap and get on with what I want to say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend almost the whole morning in school..&lt;br /&gt;Of course with my Bii..&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. &lt;br /&gt;No words can express how happy i was..&lt;br /&gt;We just sat around the canteen.. &lt;br /&gt;I'd say..&lt;br /&gt;For an hour or so..?&lt;br /&gt;Wow man..&lt;br /&gt;The look she had in her eyes..&lt;br /&gt;No matter what..&lt;br /&gt;She'd just have a spell on me..&lt;br /&gt;It's like every time I stare into her eyes..&lt;br /&gt;It feels like being on cloud 9..&lt;br /&gt;Her Soft, yet re-assuring smile just does the trick..&lt;br /&gt;From a very angry mood,&lt;br /&gt;She could just cheer me up with her breath taking glance..&lt;br /&gt;And she could just easily cheer me up with it..&lt;br /&gt;It's the look in her eyes that makes me happy everyday..&lt;br /&gt;And I'm craving for it..&lt;br /&gt;She's like my favorite brand of drug..&lt;br /&gt;And I just cant live on without her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She filled the hole that NO ONE else could..&lt;br /&gt;She patched my heart up..&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart not from a previous love life..&lt;br /&gt;But a heart, &lt;br /&gt;Broken by the disappointment over family.. &lt;br /&gt;The day that she came..&lt;br /&gt;It all changed..&lt;br /&gt;'They' stopped fighting..&lt;br /&gt;I became more obedient..&lt;br /&gt;Things finally turned from worse for the better..&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;I ain't lettin her go..&lt;br /&gt;I'll just love her..&lt;br /&gt;Till my last breath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy Luii, 我永远爱你..&lt;br /&gt;Mwarkxx.. =)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-441972857472305670?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/441972857472305670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=441972857472305670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/441972857472305670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/441972857472305670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_25.html' title='=)..'/><author><name>Lister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756537332969291553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-8826750009530869368</id><published>2010-07-19T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T05:59:35.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Part 2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating this blog for quite somewhile..&lt;br /&gt;Just didnt have the mood to.. &gt;&lt;..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Let's continue shall we..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the girl of my life.&lt;br /&gt;She's my one and only 张月维.&lt;br /&gt;And yesh.. &lt;br /&gt;It feels like seventh heaven when I'm with her..&lt;br /&gt;Literally was I on cloud nine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i look into her eyes..&lt;br /&gt;It just sets me wondering..&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful eyes I see..&lt;br /&gt;When I look into her eyes, &lt;br /&gt;I see someone who is really there..&lt;br /&gt;To care for me,&lt;br /&gt;To love me..&lt;br /&gt;To be there for me when I need her..&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I want to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宝贝老婆,我永远爱你一个.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I really do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love how our eyes meets each others..&lt;br /&gt;And the fair complexion of her skin..&lt;br /&gt;As said by William Shakespeare in his poem, Sonnet 18..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? &lt;br /&gt;Thou art more lovely and more temperate:&lt;br /&gt;Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,&lt;br /&gt;And summer's lease hath all too short a date: &lt;br /&gt;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,&lt;br /&gt;And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; &lt;br /&gt;And every fair from fair sometime declines,&lt;br /&gt;By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;&lt;br /&gt;But thy eternal summer shall not fade&lt;br /&gt;Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;&lt;br /&gt;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,&lt;br /&gt;When in eternal lines to time thou growest: &lt;br /&gt;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,&lt;br /&gt;So long lives this and this gives life to thee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful poem to describe the love of my life..&lt;br /&gt;Celine 张月维 我只爱你.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-8826750009530869368?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8826750009530869368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=8826750009530869368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8826750009530869368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8826750009530869368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Lister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756537332969291553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-4128105650177904593</id><published>2010-06-19T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T07:15:49.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)..</title><content type='html'>Part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back..&lt;br /&gt;To May 1st 2010..&lt;br /&gt;Wow, &lt;br /&gt;Was I elated.. &lt;br /&gt;For the girl of my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;Well, she accepted me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered..&lt;br /&gt;How it all began.. =)..&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards..&lt;br /&gt;My love for her just simply grew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as days pass by..&lt;br /&gt;I feel more and more confident in this relationship..&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the love bond between us..&lt;br /&gt;It is ever so strong..&lt;br /&gt;And hope that it would stay eternal in our hearts.. &lt;br /&gt;Just like the sun, &lt;br /&gt;Staying eternally, &lt;br /&gt;With the warmth to heat up the world.. ^^..&lt;br /&gt;And wow..&lt;br /&gt;The magic just continues..&lt;br /&gt;Continuing to amuse me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel Gay*happy* when I'm with her..&lt;br /&gt;I feel.. &lt;br /&gt;A sudden need for oxygen every time I see her&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to fill my lungs with air,&lt;br /&gt;I feel a sense of comfort; &lt;br /&gt;Relaxing wave,&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping through me..&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear her voice..&lt;br /&gt;An angelic, loving voice..&lt;br /&gt;How sweet music to me.. =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-4128105650177904593?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4128105650177904593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=4128105650177904593' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/4128105650177904593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/4128105650177904593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='=)..'/><author><name>Lister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756537332969291553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-3434647801096983021</id><published>2010-04-05T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:50:18.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating for maybe the last time..</title><content type='html'>It's been a damn long time since i've blogged anything here..&lt;br /&gt;And so, &lt;br /&gt;On demand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Back..&lt;br /&gt;But this might be one of the last posts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to manage my blog anymore.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really that i want to share.. &lt;br /&gt;All the feelings, &lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep it all to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, &lt;br /&gt;I am growing crazy..&lt;br /&gt;All the things happening..&lt;br /&gt;Ain't easy for me to take..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see your friend..&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ex-bestfriend..&lt;br /&gt;Not talking to you..&lt;br /&gt;Why is ever so hard to lose a Friend..&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.. &lt;br /&gt;I just wished i could spin back time..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe fix things here and there..&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized, &lt;br /&gt;Things happen for a reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly,&lt;br /&gt;I am doing a bit better without you..&lt;br /&gt;It's not that things were bad when we were besties..&lt;br /&gt;It's just I'm doing better since the "conflict"..&lt;br /&gt;Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it..&lt;br /&gt;It happened for a good cause anyways..&lt;br /&gt;We're both free.. :)       &lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-3434647801096983021?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3434647801096983021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=3434647801096983021' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/3434647801096983021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/3434647801096983021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2010/04/updating-for-maybe-last-time.html' title='Updating for maybe the last time..'/><author><name>Lister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756537332969291553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-2739921251984330468</id><published>2010-02-21T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:01:30.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, without my laptop</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, my mother just confiscated my lappy... Sighs.. I'm gonna have to blog using ma iPod ... Sighs.. It's now 3am... Have to wake up for school at 6. Sighs imsomnia steps in tonight.. Suffering to me. I took a glass of warm milk but nothing worked LOL!! Sighs suan lee.. Lazy to blog without my lappy.  Adiós amigos. Fuquenda tu pajo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-2739921251984330468?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2739921251984330468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=2739921251984330468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2739921251984330468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2739921251984330468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-without-my-laptop.html' title='Life, without my laptop'/><author><name>Lister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756537332969291553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-8940312813623036836</id><published>2010-02-04T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:28:37.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>After four grueling days of being under the hot, blistering sun,&lt;br /&gt;Sports day is finally over..&lt;br /&gt;And the results came like &lt;br /&gt;Boom, Boom, Boom.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was i shocked.. &lt;br /&gt;To my astonishment, &lt;br /&gt;Serudung actually beat Merotai this year..&lt;br /&gt;Yesh,&lt;br /&gt;Merotai, the reigning champion, &lt;br /&gt;Lost this year..&lt;br /&gt;Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;But, &lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a next year,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Still, &lt;br /&gt;Next year i wont be participating..&lt;br /&gt;I'd be watching,&lt;br /&gt;Not participating.. &lt;br /&gt;I wish i could, &lt;br /&gt;Turn back the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, &lt;br /&gt;I found no use in turning back time..&lt;br /&gt;We live for and form the future.&lt;br /&gt;Todays' children are the ones responsible making the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;And to that,&lt;br /&gt;I salute Thee'&lt;br /&gt;The Kids of the present future. :)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;As we,&lt;br /&gt;Children of present future, &lt;br /&gt;Take turns making the world, hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;A better place for everyone. :)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-8940312813623036836?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-8597658491995634051</id><published>2010-01-17T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:22:07.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new life..</title><content type='html'>That's what i tell myself..&lt;br /&gt;Dude, new year edi.. time to start a new life..&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt;Shadows and scraps of the past comes back,&lt;br /&gt;Haunting me over and over...&lt;br /&gt;Without mercy, &lt;br /&gt;It haunts me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, &lt;br /&gt;In my studies,&lt;br /&gt;It comes back at the unexpected moments.. &lt;br /&gt;Felt like crying out loud,&lt;br /&gt;But i know, &lt;br /&gt;That no one was ever there to listen to me...&lt;br /&gt;Not my dad,&lt;br /&gt;My mom, &lt;br /&gt;Neither did my bestfriend..&lt;br /&gt;How sad &lt;br /&gt;Pathetic as well..&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.. &lt;br /&gt;Only the days can save me now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so locked up inside..&lt;br /&gt;The only thing unlocking me..&lt;br /&gt;Is a game.. &lt;br /&gt;Football.. &lt;br /&gt;Or..&lt;br /&gt;Futsal(bm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the only things &lt;br /&gt;That gives me worry-less moments..&lt;br /&gt;And at times, &lt;br /&gt;I feel as if i'm going to expload!...&lt;br /&gt;Damn those works..&lt;br /&gt;Damn everything that has gone bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people say, &lt;br /&gt;'Life is a box of assorted chocolates'&lt;br /&gt;I stop to chuckle.. &lt;br /&gt;They haven't even finished the sentence yet...&lt;br /&gt;I would go on to add,&lt;br /&gt;'Life is a box of assorted chocolates where the sweet ones are already eaten and what's left are the dark, bitter ones'&lt;br /&gt;I'd guess,&lt;br /&gt;That's life for me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo! &lt;br /&gt;Who really cares for me anyways?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, &lt;br /&gt;I would like to call 'these' group of people,&lt;br /&gt;Major ass Mo'fo's.. &lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, &lt;br /&gt;Enough of these craps about me..&lt;br /&gt;Cause, &lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares.. :(&lt;br /&gt;So sad ain't it..&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.. &lt;br /&gt;Doomed to eternity.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-8597658491995634051?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8597658491995634051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=8597658491995634051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8597658491995634051'/><link 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keep twisting and turning the tales..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the mind games.&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with it..&lt;br /&gt;No more, &lt;br /&gt;Will people see..&lt;br /&gt;Of a weakened Lister Fidelis..&lt;br /&gt;Cause, now, he is back.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-2947170350916206027?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2947170350916206027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=2947170350916206027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2947170350916206027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2947170350916206027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-over-you.html' title='Finally, Over You..'/><author><name>Lister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756537332969291553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-4350222012117218998</id><published>2009-12-25T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:30:52.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Of You</title><content type='html'>Every night.,&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Just to see, &lt;br /&gt;Of  maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Your reflection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon a wishing star,&lt;br /&gt;I just wished,&lt;br /&gt;That I was the one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the one..&lt;br /&gt;Who provided you everything..&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.. &lt;br /&gt;Things are not,&lt;br /&gt;Going as planned…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;Felt..&lt;br /&gt;Now has become numb..&lt;br /&gt;And as well for all the feelings,&lt;br /&gt;It’s still stuck deep, deep inside of me…&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I, &lt;br /&gt;Am bored,&lt;br /&gt;Drinking,&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing, &lt;br /&gt;Or just anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you in frames..&lt;br /&gt;Frames of our future.. &lt;br /&gt;So called future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night,&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you..&lt;br /&gt;But, it’s like a nightmare.. &lt;br /&gt;Cause, &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t be &lt;br /&gt;Your knight in shinning armor..&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.. &lt;br /&gt;Truly Hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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You'/><author><name>Lister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756537332969291553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-7272657187240805507</id><published>2009-12-11T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:01:20.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Make- over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sCKZ41uoNY/SyKIaXw81bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Hjzb0Ic9j48/s1600-h/P121209_01.54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sCKZ41uoNY/SyKIaXw81bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Hjzb0Ic9j48/s320/P121209_01.54.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414039688690062770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the front cover..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sCKZ41uoNY/SyKIaB94XcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hdwLPhBbgY4/s1600-h/P121209_01.54%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sCKZ41uoNY/SyKIaB94XcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hdwLPhBbgY4/s320/P121209_01.54%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414039682838715842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. this cover costed me rm 31.. Lols.. but still, it'll protect my phone.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-7272657187240805507?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7272657187240805507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=7272657187240805507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/7272657187240805507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/7272657187240805507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/12/phone-make-over.html' title='Phone Make- over'/><author><name>Lister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756537332969291553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sCKZ41uoNY/SyKIaXw81bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Hjzb0Ic9j48/s72-c/P121209_01.54.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-5769170163015539017</id><published>2009-12-10T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:14:41.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapointed..</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a month since the last time i texted u...&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to text you....&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;Now i've noticed...&lt;br /&gt;How much you've changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just minor changes..&lt;br /&gt;But enormous changes...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;A gal.&lt;br /&gt;Would go ‘head over heels' for a guy..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe too over...&lt;br /&gt;Look..&lt;br /&gt;I know..&lt;br /&gt;People change for a reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT..&lt;br /&gt;I don't think..&lt;br /&gt;That your actions are right..&lt;br /&gt;You ignore me..&lt;br /&gt;Though we are best friends..&lt;br /&gt;You just make me feel hollow...&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever in my entire life..&lt;br /&gt;MY OWN DAMN BESTFRIEND TREATED ME LIKE A HOLLOW MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How  pity..&lt;br /&gt;But i constantly tell myself..&lt;br /&gt;Don't always think of her..&lt;br /&gt;Don't always do what your heart tells you to..&lt;br /&gt;But~!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was all in vain..&lt;br /&gt;The pain，&lt;br /&gt;The agony..&lt;br /&gt;I had to deal with it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know..&lt;br /&gt;Whether you still care for me..&lt;br /&gt;Or just for your boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me really..&lt;br /&gt;How cruel a girl can be.. ：’（&lt;br /&gt;Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the e-mail is right...&lt;br /&gt;You only get hurt deeply..&lt;br /&gt;Only if you let yourself to be hurt..&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;The hurt i am mentioning here is not by others..&lt;br /&gt;But by ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt; I will always lend you my ‘warm and comfy' shoulders..&lt;br /&gt;The one that you liked..&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that you liked..&lt;br /&gt;When i was around you..&lt;br /&gt;The one who was always giving you the best,&lt;br /&gt;Giving you all the fun,&lt;br /&gt;Even pushing you,&lt;br /&gt;which was totally accidental..&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times dearly..&lt;br /&gt;And i hope that one day that you'll realize..&lt;br /&gt;How important you are to me..&lt;br /&gt;Not just a lover..&lt;br /&gt;But as well..&lt;br /&gt;An important iconist in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me,&lt;br /&gt;You are still one of the BEST THINGS THAT LIFE CAN OFFER.. :)&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T TAKE MY WORD BACK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: [Lister] ::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-5769170163015539017?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5769170163015539017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=5769170163015539017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/5769170163015539017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/5769170163015539017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/12/dissapointed.html' title='Dissapointed..'/><author><name>Lister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756537332969291553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-3185944643028976364</id><published>2009-12-07T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:00:58.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is..</title><content type='html'>Heys..&lt;br /&gt;Now with some of my Nieces and a nephew here..&lt;br /&gt;Life is more interesting.. lols..&lt;br /&gt;well, At least not lonely as before larh.. xD&lt;br /&gt;haha.. But, Tawau will always be Tawau.. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to splurge on.. sighs..&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are going fine here..&lt;br /&gt;Though it is bored..~ lols..&lt;br /&gt;But at least i have my health.&lt;br /&gt;And to Jia Ying, Take care.. take ur medicine on time..&lt;br /&gt;Rest more, drink more water.. Take care yea~!&lt;br /&gt;Dont make me worried.. ^^~! lols.. i sound like a busybody now.. &lt;br /&gt;Or more like a bossy person.. xD~!!!&lt;br /&gt;woot~! finally gonna watch 2012 later.. But still,&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy to move my ass of the freaking couch! xD~!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, gonna have to sacrifice my ass's comfort just for the sake of watching 2012.. xD~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well~&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of my post for today..&lt;br /&gt;Take care ya'll.. &lt;br /&gt;See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;:: [Lister] ::&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-3185944643028976364?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3185944643028976364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=3185944643028976364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/3185944643028976364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/3185944643028976364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life as it is..'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-1348927925351106220</id><published>2009-12-07T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:56:00.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO; Banana</title><content type='html'>Banana~~ i'm too lazy to do ur tagg.. xD.. all in chinese that's why i am lazy to do it.. if in english i will lar.. xD sorry lar banana.. ~ next time spen u go yim cha.. xD~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-1348927925351106220?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1348927925351106220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=1348927925351106220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/1348927925351106220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/1348927925351106220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-banana.html' title='TO; Banana'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-5826358730077092317</id><published>2009-11-27T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:34:04.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man!</title><content type='html'>Lols... To those who know Chinese, you are very lucky indeed.. At least you know how to see a couple of words in Chinese.. Unlike me, i am a Banana.. lols.. which means Chinese people who doesnt knw how to read or write in Chinese.. and it hurts alot.. People sometimes they type in CHinese while chatting in msn.. and sadly, i dont understand.. how sad? .. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-5826358730077092317?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5826358730077092317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=5826358730077092317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/5826358730077092317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/5826358730077092317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-man.html' title='oh man!'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-8964361782166736790</id><published>2009-11-26T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:41:08.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life as what they say, is meaningfull .. and now i do think so.. Life is full of memories.. memories that some, wanna remember forever and ever... And i do admit.. i am one of those people who want to remember the times i've had.. some were fun.. and some were well, not so memorable.. sometimes, life gives you lemons.. and i think that it's true.. and when life do eventually give you lemons, like any wise man would say, use the lemons to garnish your food or just to make lemonade.. And i think that's what a wise man should do.. and i do hope that someday i'd be that wise man myself.. lols.. life is never sweet forever.. it might turn sour.. or as they say bitter, but there's nothing we can do.. we cant avoid these problems.. we just can overcome them.. sighs.. i wonder, how did they do it..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-8964361782166736790?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8964361782166736790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=8964361782166736790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8964361782166736790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8964361782166736790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/life_26.html' title='Life'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-298801377956815153</id><published>2009-11-22T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:00:46.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post..</title><content type='html'>Regarding the previous post, this was the email that Gamail sent me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are...........SINGLE&lt;br /&gt;給我單身朋友們&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛就像一隻蝴蝶。越要追牠，卻越要逃避。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it. Love can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果就隨牠自由的飛，牠會在你最不注意時飛向你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make you happy but often it hurts, but love's only special when you give it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛使人快樂，卻常傷害人。但只有在你把愛給了一個真正值得付出的人時，是最珍貴的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to someone who is really worth it. So take your time and choose the best.&lt;br /&gt;所以，花點時間去選擇最好的他/她吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............NOT SO SINGLE&lt;br /&gt;給我那不是單身的朋友們&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't about becoming somebody else's 'perfect person.' It's about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛不能使他/她成為一個'完美的人'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它卻可以使你找到一個幫你成長的他/她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;給我玩世不恭的朋友們&lt;br /&gt;Never say 'I love you' if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你不在乎，不要說'我愛你'。如果他們不在時，不要討論自已的感受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. Never look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要涉足會使他人心碎的生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the eye when all you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;說謊時，不要看著眼睛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最殘忍的事莫過於男人讓女人愛他，卻是逢場作戲。反之亦然…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both ways... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............MARRIED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;給我已婚的朋友們&lt;br /&gt;Love is not about 'it's your fault', but 'I'm sorry.' Not 'where are you',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要老是說'這是你的錯'，何不說說'對不起'。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 'I'm right here.' Not 'how could you', but 'I understand.' Not 'I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要老是問'你去哪裡了'，何不說說'我就在這兒等著你'。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要老是問'你怎麼會這麼作？'，何不說說'我了解你'。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you were', but 'I'm thankful you are.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要老是說'我希望你這麼做'，何不說說'我感謝你的一切'。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............ENGAGED&lt;br /&gt;給我那已訂婚的朋友們&lt;br /&gt;The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要真正衡量包容心，不是看在一起幾年了，而是要看彼此的敬愛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good you are for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............HEARTBROKEN&lt;br /&gt;給我心碎的朋友們&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心碎的時間和傷害的深度，完全取決於你自已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;難的是，如何從中學習，而不是從傷痛中爬起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............NAIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;給我所有天真的朋友們&lt;br /&gt;How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要如何戀愛？--就愛吧。不要欲言又止；要互相協調，不要太固執；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要分享，且千萬不要有不公平；要了解，別命令；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;br /&gt;受傷後不要再記恨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............POSSESSIVE&lt;br /&gt;給我積極的朋友們&lt;br /&gt;It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到你所愛的他/她和其他人很快樂使你心碎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但知道你所愛的他/她是和你在一起不快樂，令人更加的傷心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............AFRAID TO CONFESS&lt;br /&gt;給我害怕去承認的朋友們&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當你和他/她分手時，愛受到傷害&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當他/她和你分手時，更是傷痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love has no idea how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但傷害最深的是你所愛的他/她完全無法了解你的感受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............STILL HOLDING ON&lt;br /&gt;給我那還在等待的朋友們&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, only to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生最傷心的事，是你和他/她愛情長跑了多年，最後的結局卻不如所望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it. If he isn't worth it now he's not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'如果他/她現在讓你覺得不值得付出，那麼一年，甚至十年後，都不會值得付出的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now. Let go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;讓他/她走吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL MY FRIENDS.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;給我所有的朋友們&lt;br /&gt;My wish for you is a man/women whose love is honest, strong, mature,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我竭誠祝福你們愛著一個誠實、強壯、成熟、衷心、有衝勁、保護你、積極、值得付出和無私的他/她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never-changing, uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all true. hope you learn something here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-298801377956815153?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/298801377956815153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=298801377956815153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/298801377956815153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/298801377956815153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/post.html' title='Post..'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-3227191355313274527</id><published>2009-11-17T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:31:25.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, lonely.</title><content type='html'>I've just opened an e-mail that Gamail sent me. And after reading the e-mail. I started to wonder. Things that were mention were true. In the e-mail it stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, &lt;br /&gt;You hurt so much because the person you are crushing on doesnt know the feelings you have for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;But, at the same time, it hurts that the person you are crushing on doesnt have the same feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the e-mail. i saw, &lt;br /&gt;it stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It hurts when you see the person you love, happy with someone else,&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts more when you know the person you love is not happy with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase struck me in an instant. &lt;br /&gt;I started wondering, &lt;br /&gt;Why the hell he sent the e-mail to me on such late notice? .. &lt;br /&gt;Lol.. Oh, humans, How the heart wonders. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-3227191355313274527?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3227191355313274527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=3227191355313274527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/3227191355313274527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/3227191355313274527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-lonely.html' title='Life, lonely.'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-2796480479040879409</id><published>2009-11-14T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:13:35.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life for me is, well, not as sweet as someone..&lt;br /&gt;For some, life is sweet for them for the year of 09.&lt;br /&gt;But for me, life sucks.. &lt;br /&gt;A million and one things occured but i don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;Life just kind of sucked for me.&lt;br /&gt;First, i lost a person which can be said&lt;br /&gt;well, very close to me.. That person would be my&lt;br /&gt;EX-best friend, Tsang Hao Han. &lt;br /&gt;Sighs.. I regret sometimes, &lt;br /&gt;I trusted him so much but, in the end, &lt;br /&gt;He chose to believe a more high influenced person.&lt;br /&gt;At first, i thought that i could survive this ordeal. &lt;br /&gt;But truely, it has changed me into another boy. yesh! boy. Not man.&lt;br /&gt;Things are not like it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been talking to Becca anymore these few days. she's just busy with her loved one.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about loved ones. sighs.. this really hurt. It felt like someone just shot 50 rounds of .50 caliber bullets into my groin. &lt;br /&gt;It really hurts a lot knowing her decision to stay single and not being able to be there for her, every time and constantly looking after her ensuring her safety. &lt;br /&gt;Sighs.. i know, this blog is emotional. But i just simply love her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be a drag in all this but, life's hard without her.&lt;br /&gt;God created everything and everyone in pairs. So, not having the other half, it's torturing actually. i just wished that someone would reach out to me and feel what i feel. Damn man. i just.. sighs.. nevermind, you all don't understand me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-2796480479040879409?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2796480479040879409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=2796480479040879409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2796480479040879409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2796480479040879409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-6729271302296743752</id><published>2009-11-13T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:25:30.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody~</title><content type='html'>"erm .. i thk and thk .. i thk  it is impossible.. i'm going to be single nw and  forever"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the words that really really turned my world inside out.. But why?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!...&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;Do i really look that ugly?&lt;br /&gt;or is that i lack of charm?&lt;br /&gt;or is it my punishment?&lt;br /&gt;Lord.. Tell me why..&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe that you Forsake me oh Dear Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just very sad now oh Dear Lord..&lt;br /&gt;Take me away with you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-6729271302296743752?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6729271302296743752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=6729271302296743752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/6729271302296743752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/6729271302296743752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/moody.html' title='Moody~'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-9079510551552391622</id><published>2009-11-13T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:28:21.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>When people say something about perfection, i say bullshit. If the world is PERFECT. Doomsday would have been earlier than 2012 . And to anyone finding perfection, sorry to break your "perfect" world, but bullshit, get out of your "perfect" life and get a new life! Your just living in your own damn dream bitch. Practically, this post does not refer to anyone in particular. As a matter of fact, just acting as a wake up call for those who think, "Hey, my life's perfect" lol... BULLCRAP. GET IT! BULL CRAP! GET A LIFE MORONS! FACE THE HURTS OF LIFE BITCHES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-9079510551552391622?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/9079510551552391622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=9079510551552391622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/9079510551552391622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/9079510551552391622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-2866661587263502940</id><published>2009-10-05T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:51:37.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive and Forget</title><content type='html'>Everytime i stumble upon the word "Forgive and Forget" i seem blank.. Cuz, i have forgotten how to forgive.. If i forgive them too linearly, they will just forget what they have done and stab me again behind the back.. Lols.. So, when people keep asking me.. Why wont you just Forgive and Forget.. i just answer..&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard to believe anyone anymore"&lt;br /&gt;"I dont have my bestfriend like i used to.. "&lt;br /&gt;"Life's harder without him.."&lt;br /&gt;"We used to share our lives together.. but.. not now.."&lt;br /&gt;"He has moved on, maybe i should too.."*Sobs*:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry. The two words come true from my heart, broken but hey! it still works like a charm..&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry for everything nasty that I've done before to make your and my lives miserable..&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ASSHOLE. I admit it.. Lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the past.. Now, here I am, Changed. Not entirely changed. But, atleast i have tried my best to change into a better guy than i was 3 years ago in form 1.. Go and ask my childhood friends.. Am i better now or was i better last time.. :D.. To you, my friends.. I Love You all..&lt;br /&gt;No matter what..! Behold, the newer, 1.02 version of Lister Fidelis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-2866661587263502940?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2866661587263502940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=2866661587263502940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2866661587263502940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2866661587263502940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgive-and-forget.html' title='Forgive and Forget'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-4263422157329811961</id><published>2009-07-21T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T05:27:56.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Influenza Virus H1N1.</title><content type='html'>Dalam tempoh 24 jam sehingga 21 Julai 2009 jam 8 pagi, terdapat 3 kes baru influenza A(H1N1) yang disahkan dilaporkan. Ketiga-tiga kes ini melibatkan warga Malaysia, iaitu 1 kes jangkitan tempatan dan 2 kes import dan telah dimasukkan ke hospital. Ini menjadikan jumlah terkumpul kes influenza A(H1N1) yang disahkan (confirmed cases) di Malaysia sehingga kini adalah sebanyak 877 kes yang terdiri daripada 308 kes jangkitan tempatan dan 569 kes import. Tiada kematian akibat jangkitan influenza A(H1N1) dilaporkan dan juga tiada kejadian kluster Influenza Like Illness (ILI) yang disahkan akibat jangkitan influenza A(H1N1).&lt;br /&gt;Kes jangkitan tempatan melibatkan seorang lelaki berumur 32 tahun yang bekerja di syarikat swasta dan berurusan dengan pelanggan termasuk dari luarnegara. Beliau dimasukkan ke Hospital Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia kerana mengalami komplikasi pneumonia dan disahkan dijangkiti influenza A(H1N1). Beliau berada dalam keadaan stabil dan telah diberi rawatan antiviral.&lt;br /&gt;Kes import kedua dan ketiga adalah adik beradik yang baru pulang bercuti dari Bandung, Indonesia pada 11 Julai 2009. Kedua-duanya telah dimasukkan ke wad pada hari yang berlainan iaitu pada 16 Julai dan 18 Julai kerana menghidap komplikasi pneumonia di Hospital Kuala Lumpur dan telah disahkan dijangkiti influenza A(H1N1) pada 20 Julai 2009. Mereka telah diberi rawatan antiviral dan berada dalam keadaan stabil.&lt;br /&gt;Daripada keseluruhan 877 kes yang disahkan positif influenza A(H1N1), 862 pesakit (98%) telah sembuh, 9 orang (1%) sedang menerima rawatan di hospital, manakala 6 (1%) pesakit masih meneruskan rawatan di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;Satu kelas iaitu 5 Lotus yang melibatkan 43 pelajar di Sekolah Rendah Kebangsaan Subang Bestari, Shah Alam, Selangor telah diarah tutup sehingga 27 Julai 2009 setelah 15 orang pelajar tidak hadir kerana mengalami gejala ILI (Influenza Like Illness). Kelas ini juga merupakan kelas yang dihadiri oleh salah satu kes tempatan iaitu kes 871 yang telah disahkan A(H1N1) dan telah menerima rawatan di Hospital Sg. Buloh. Kementerian Kesihatan akan terus membuat pemantauan keadaan kesihatan para pelajar untuk memastikan keadaan terkawal.&lt;br /&gt;Merujuk kepada situasi global, Pertubuhan Kesihatan Sedunia (WHO) memaklumkan bahawa sehingga 21 Julai 2009 jam 8.00 pagi, jumlah terkumpul kes influenza A(H1N1) yang dilaporkan ke WHO adalah sebanyak 136,536 kes dengan 761 kematian daripada 156 negara, iaitu pertambahan 2,781 kes. Negara baru yang disenaraikan adalah Namibia. Lima negara yang melaporkan pertambahan kes tertinggi adalah Australia 1130 kes, Germany 635 kes, Jepun 475 kes, Korea 250 kes dan Hong Kong 76 kes. Satu kematian tambahan dilaporkan di Australia menjadikan jumlah kematian 761.&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga 6 petang 20 Julai 2009, sebanyak 71 pertanyaan telah diterima melalui talian hotline dan e-mel. Kementerian Kesihatan masih menerima pertanyaan melalui talian hotline berkenaan rawatan antiviral, vaksin dan kuarantin yang merangkumi 22 dari 71 pertanyaan (31%). Nasihat mengenai rawatan dan vaksin telah dijelaskan di dalam kenyataan ahkbar semalam dan boleh juga diperolehi dari laman web Kementerian. Berkenaan isu kuarantin, Kementerian Kesihatan ingin menegaskan bahawa secara amnya kuarantin tidak lagi dilakukan secara rutin kerana Kementerian yakin rakyat akan memberikan kerjasama dan patuh terhadap langkah-langkah yang perlu diambil untuk mencegah dan mengurangkan penularan jangkitan. Walaubagaimanapun perintah kuarantin masih dikuatkuasakan di institusi termasuklah sekolah kerana risiko penularanadalah tinggi dan melibatkan jumlah yang lebih besar.&lt;br /&gt;Nasihat kepada orang ramai:&lt;br /&gt;Kementerian Kesihatan akan terus membuat pemantauan kejadian kes yang dimasukkan ke hospital dan juga kejadian kluster ILI. Pada fasa mitigasi ini, hanya kes-kes jangkitan yang teruk dan berkomplikasi sahaja akan dimasukkan ke hospital untuk menjalani rawatan. Bagi memperlahankan penularan wabak ini, kerjasama orang ramai amatlah diperlukan untuk melaksanakan langkah-langkah berikut:&lt;br /&gt;Orang ramai diminta untuk terus dan sentiasa mengamalkan kebersihan diri terutamanya rutin membasuh tangan dan etika batuk. Mereka juga perlu mengamalkan social distancing (menjarakkan kedudukan sekurang-kurangnya 1 meter dengan individu lain serta mengurangkan majlis perjumpaan).&lt;br /&gt;Mereka yang bergejala dinasihatkan untuk mendapatkan rawatan daripada klinik-klinik yang berdekatan. Kes-kes yang bergejala ringan boleh berehat di rumah dengan sentiasa mengamalkan kebersihan diri dan persekitaran di tahap yang optimum. Mereka juga dinasihatkan memakai mask dan jika gejala bertambah teruk untuk mendapatkan pemeriksaan lanjut. Panduan menilai tahap kesihatan diri di rumah telah di muat naik ke laman web Kementerian Kesihatan sebagai rujukan orang awam.&lt;br /&gt;Kejadian-kejadian jangkitan influenza-like illness (ILI) atau jumlah ketidakhadiran (absenteeism) di sekolah atau di tempat kerja yang luar biasa, hendaklah dilaporkan ke Pejabat Kesihatan Daerah yang terdekat untuk siasatan lanjut.Bagi mengetahui situasi dan perkembangan semasa pandemik H1N1, orang ramai dinasihatkan untuk mendapatkan maklumat yang terkini dan tepat dari Kementerian Kesihatan melalui laman web Kementerian Kesihatan iaitu &lt;a href="http://www.moh.gov.my/"&gt;http://www.moh.gov.my&lt;/a&gt; dan &lt;a href="http://h1n1.moh.gov.my/"&gt;http://h1n1.moh.gov.my&lt;/a&gt;. Talian Hotline influenza A(H1N1) Kementerian Kesihatan iaitu 03-88810200, 03-88810300, 03-88834414 dan 03-88834415 terus beroperasi antara 8.00 pagi hingga 9.00 malam setiap hari. Kementerian Kesihatan yakin dengan kerjasama dan penglibatan semua pihak, penularan influenza A(H1N1) diMalaysia dapat dibendung dengan sebaik mungkin untuk kesejahteraan semua.&lt;br /&gt;Sekian dan terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;TAN SRI DATO’ SERI HJ. MOHD ISMAIL BIN MERICANKetua Pengarah Kesihatan Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Tarikh: 21 Julai 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-4263422157329811961?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4263422157329811961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=4263422157329811961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/4263422157329811961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/4263422157329811961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/07/influenza-virus-h1n1_21.html' title='Influenza Virus H1N1.'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-4027283285093353024</id><published>2009-06-07T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T05:24:55.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>special post..</title><content type='html'>This post is to my friend at Sabah Chinese.. it's dedicated to him... (he wanted it xD)&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. let me tell you all something about this man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. His name is Russell Goh. 16 years of age. hmm... rather leng zai de... very fit also.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Russell helped me through out the camp.. he made this camp fun.. haha... and what matters the most.. he was the leading actor for my groups drama.. Russellira.. XD.. hehe.. fun times we had.. i remembered the days we spent in camp together.. we had alot of fun as a group... i think.. among all my group members.. he was the most supportive one of all.. ^^.. yeah.. thx man ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-4027283285093353024?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4027283285093353024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=4027283285093353024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/4027283285093353024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/4027283285093353024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-post.html' title='special post..'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-889155778470502239</id><published>2009-06-04T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:46:41.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pichas...~</title><content type='html'>hehe.. i was bored.. so.. haha just gonna upload some pichas...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SigGJJQbMQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/P-MNB-VxR0s/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343527712048492802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SigGJJQbMQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/P-MNB-VxR0s/s320/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot me~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SigEbvz9yVI/AAAAAAAAADA/M9WKZhIyHKU/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SigEbvz9yVI/AAAAAAAAADA/M9WKZhIyHKU/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343525832612497746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SigEbvz9yVI/AAAAAAAAADA/M9WKZhIyHKU/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my Area Conference camp group.. miss them alo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SigGJZYYffI/AAAAAAAAADY/X1Xeh78v8QQ/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SigGJZYYffI/AAAAAAAAADY/X1Xeh78v8QQ/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SigGJZYYffI/AAAAAAAAADY/X1Xeh78v8QQ/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SigGJZYYffI/AAAAAAAAADY/X1Xeh78v8QQ/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lols... yeah i knw.. i like to take pictures of &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SigGJZYYffI/AAAAAAAAADY/X1Xeh78v8QQ/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343527716376837618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SigGJZYYffI/AAAAAAAAADY/X1Xeh78v8QQ/s320/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;myself... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.. that's the end of it.. lols.. this is what happens when i get too bored.. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-889155778470502239?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/889155778470502239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=889155778470502239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/889155778470502239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/889155778470502239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/06/pichas.html' title='pichas...~'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SigGJJQbMQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/P-MNB-VxR0s/s72-c/DSC00276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-6714625551067826608</id><published>2009-06-01T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T05:12:03.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haix...</title><content type='html'>Teacher, now i knw... i knw what u think about me... what i am to you... i knw i might be the worse AJK that u have to look after... i knw i'm the worst ajk in 13 of them.. i understand why u dnt grant my wished of being a sergeant.. But.. what i really dnt understand is.. teacher u give ahli a chance to become sergeant but u dnt give ajk the chance.. i knw i dnt deserve it.. but she does... Luckily.. the officers gave her a chance and she got Sergeant.. I'm so sorry Teacher.. i knw.. i dnt try my best i can in everything.. i knw... i do things wrongly.. i knw.. i'm a mega noob.. i cnt do anything right.. i might now not even be a good friend to my friends... i cnt take control of my life.. i dont knw what's happening... i didnt get what i want.. but i wanna thank Sir Lim Jit Shong, Nelson Fung, Chin Siew Han and Ng Fung Yun.. They gave me the confidence to continue on... i went to the camp.. with a broken heart... These 4 special people helped me to regain confidence.. Although my group didnt won.. but everyone in my group got the rank that they want. haha... (trying to hide my saddness..) 9/10 got what they want.. haha... all my members got the pangkat they were dreaming for.. just for this.. ketua.. Lister Fidelis... haha.. failed Sergeant... Gratz to my members : Alaine Kan, Shing Kin Hou,Yvonne Lim, Ho Yi Ching,Elizabeth,Pang Sien Fui,Ma Si Vun, Sherlly Pang(nice gal LOL) and of course.. the big man Russell Goh... Gratz guys.. do your best for your divisi... Gambateh..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding back my tears, once again.. Thanks Uncle Lim Jit Shong, Nelson Fung, Chin Siew Han, Ng Fung Yun.. and oso not to forget Lo Wai Cen, Samantha Pang, Hong Hung Kiat and Fu(sry.. i dnt knw ur full name)... thanks.. you all really helped in making my 3 days of camp fun!.. thx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim,Nelson,Chin Siew Han andNg Fung Yun reli reli reli reli thanks.. I love you all!... i now knw the truth about everything... how *she* thinks about me... u guys reli helped me open my eyes.. thx...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-6714625551067826608?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6714625551067826608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=6714625551067826608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/6714625551067826608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/6714625551067826608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/06/haix.html' title='haix...'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-8732844521088926265</id><published>2009-05-25T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:59:08.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback~</title><content type='html'>A flashback about my life.. born 5th of September 1993... Grew up in a broken family.. Attended Jack and Jill's Playschool. Learned everything i need to know then.. it helped alot.. especially in the English Language.. I would like to thank my mother for the education.. If she didnt care about my language, she woudny even put me there.. Thx MOM! I Love You~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years in playschool, now it was time for kindergarden... well.. had the best 2 years of my life there.. as what we did was listen,draw and fight around!.. yeah..  My class had air-conditioning those times.. For my ex-classmates!.. Tulip class was the best~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. Primary school.. oh yeah.. attended a MISSION SCHOOL.. SRK.St. Patrick.. The school that time.. well.. sucks... XD.... The classes.. eww.. often does it gives me an eerie feel... lol.. also hated the way that the Headmaster splited us... Met 3 close friends then.. John Roy, Eric and of course.. Marvyn..~.. Good times.. oh ya.. i also remembered the amount of times i was called into the Headmaster's office... hehe... naughty me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I'm in St. Patricks high school.. one of the most prestigious schools in Sabah, Malaysia.. I feel proud being a student here.. Though sometimes the workload would be over whelming.. LOL.. well... haix.. .. dont know what to write about my secondary school life anymore~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE ADVICE TO LOWER SECONDARY STUDENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY ur form 1,2,3 life.. when u reach form 4,5.. no more playtime.. this is the time where things get serious... Good luck my friends.. Peace out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-8732844521088926265?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8732844521088926265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=8732844521088926265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8732844521088926265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8732844521088926265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback.html' title='Flashback~'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-3127406427838077791</id><published>2009-05-01T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:27:00.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a certain girl... the one who refers to herself as a lonely girl</title><content type='html'>To this girl. well.. maybe that i dont wanna have any connection with u.. maybe i just dnt feel like being friends.. who the F cares.. i mean.. the life i've been through with you.. so dark.. so dimmed.. the dimmed complexion.. hated it.. hated u.. mainly it is my fault.. i just cnt forgive you for what u have done to me in the past... it so freakingly hurts.. i knw u've been hurt too.. but being in a relationship but having no one to actually depend on.. i had to rely on my friends for comfort.. Comfort that YOU SHOULD BE GIVING... lols... so.. now u knw the reason.. i make things straight now.. no one else should be blamed for my own misconduct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-3127406427838077791?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3127406427838077791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=3127406427838077791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/3127406427838077791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/3127406427838077791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-certain-girl-one-who-refers-to.html' title='To a certain girl... the one who refers to herself as a lonely girl'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-1449846445483302676</id><published>2009-03-17T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:25:33.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haix... lame.. =.=</title><content type='html'>The Rules are :&lt;br /&gt;Copy to your own note, erase my answer, and enter yours.&lt;br /&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;They have to be real, nothing made up !&lt;br /&gt;If the person before you had the same first initial,you must use different answers.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot use any word twice &amp;amp;you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is your name: Lister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.A four letter word: List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.A boy's name: Lester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.A girl's name: Lola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.An occupation: Laboratory assistant XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.A color: lime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Something you wear: Low Cut jeans XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Something found in the bathroom: Light bulb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.A place: London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.A reason for being late: eating LOLIPOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Something you shout: LOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.A movie title: Lover come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Something you drink: Lithium Mother fucker. Real drink. Search in google XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.A musical group: Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.An animal: Lice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.A street name: Lorong 4 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.A type of car: Lancer evo 8 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.A song title: Lollipop XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.A verb: looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I tagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;Janique&lt;br /&gt;Isabel&lt;br /&gt;Tsang Hao Han&lt;br /&gt;Lao Po XD..&lt;br /&gt;Jean&lt;br /&gt;San.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-1449846445483302676?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1449846445483302676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=1449846445483302676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/1449846445483302676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/1449846445483302676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/haix-lame.html' title='haix... lame.. =.='/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-1453269019630245821</id><published>2009-03-15T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T03:13:53.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all my stressed up friends</title><content type='html'>Hey, people.. learn to live life happily.. Form 4 life is really very.. ugh! stressful.. but.. what can we do.. so just find a way to relax yourself.. One advice.. anything that happens, just take a DEEP breath and think of a happy place.. eg: your bedroom, the toilet, anywhere you think you can relax.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cephas;&lt;br /&gt;Fauziah;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine Chung;&lt;br /&gt;Tsen Mung Khie;&lt;br /&gt;Liew Kah Pau;&lt;br /&gt;Tsang Hao Han;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond Daniel Chin;&lt;br /&gt;Sim  Mong Min;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Chiaw Yen;&lt;br /&gt;Oriana;&lt;br /&gt;Pang Wan Ji;&lt;br /&gt;Alaine Kan;&lt;br /&gt;and myself included..&lt;br /&gt;Let's all take a deep breath when problems come. Especially for studies, St.John or for some of us, Love affairs.. just take some time to cope with the problems.. find yourself a friend, a friend you can trust, talk to him/her about it.. Find a way through it.. I believe that we can do it. Where there's a will, there's a way! Gambateh people ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-1453269019630245821?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1453269019630245821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=1453269019630245821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/1453269019630245821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/1453269019630245821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-all-my-stressed-up-friends.html' title='To all my stressed up friends'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-3890937665216242545</id><published>2009-03-13T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:44:53.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester United Football Club</title><content type='html'>Manchester United Football Club is an English football club, based at Old Trafford in Trafford, Greater Manchester, and is one of the most popular football clubs in the world, with over 330 million supporters worldwide – almost 5% of the world's population. The club was a founding member of the Premier League in 1992, and has played in the top division of English football since 1938, with the exception of the 1974–75 season. Average attendances at the club have been higher than any other team in English football for all but six seasons since 1964–65. &lt;br /&gt;Manchester United are the reigning English champions and European and Club World Cup holders, having won the 2007–08 Premier League, the 2007–08 UEFA Champions League, and the 2008 FIFA Club World Cup. The club is one of the most successful in the history of English football and has won 21 major honours since Alex Ferguson became manager in November 1986. In 1968, they became the first English club to win the European Cup, beating Benfica 4–1. They won a second European Cup as part of a Treble in 1999, before winning their third in 2008. The club also holds the record for the most FA Cup titles with 11. &lt;br /&gt;Since the late 1990s, the club has been one of the richest in the world with the highest revenue of any football club, and is currently ranked as the richest and most valuable club in any sport, with an estimated value of £897 million (€1.333 billion / $1.8 billion) as of September 2008. Manchester United was a founding member of the now defunct G-14 group of Europe's leading football clubs, and its replacement, the European Club Association. &lt;br /&gt;Alex Ferguson has been manager of the club since 6 November 1986, joining from Aberdeen after the sacking of Ron Atkinson. The current club captain is Gary Neville, who succeeded Roy Keane in November 2005. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First-team squad&lt;br /&gt;As of 6 March 2009, according to combined sources on the official website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No.  Position Player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1  &lt;br /&gt;GK&lt;br /&gt;Edwin van der Sar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2  &lt;br /&gt;DF&lt;br /&gt;Gary Neville (captain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3  &lt;br /&gt;DF&lt;br /&gt;Patrice Evra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Owen Hargreaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5  &lt;br /&gt;DF&lt;br /&gt;Rio Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6  &lt;br /&gt;DF&lt;br /&gt;Wes Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9  &lt;br /&gt;FW&lt;br /&gt;Dimitar Berbatov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10  &lt;br /&gt;FW&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Giggs (vice-captain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12  &lt;br /&gt;GK&lt;br /&gt;Ben Foster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Park Ji-Sung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Zoran Tošić&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15  &lt;br /&gt;DF&lt;br /&gt;Nemanja Vidić&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Michael Carrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Nani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Paul Scholes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  No.  Position Player&lt;br /&gt;19  &lt;br /&gt;FW&lt;br /&gt;Danny Welbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20  &lt;br /&gt;DF&lt;br /&gt;Fábio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21  &lt;br /&gt;DF&lt;br /&gt;Rafael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22  &lt;br /&gt;DF&lt;br /&gt;John O'Shea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23  &lt;br /&gt;DF&lt;br /&gt;Jonny Evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Darren Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Darron Gibson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29  &lt;br /&gt;GK&lt;br /&gt;Tomasz Kuszczak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Lee Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32  &lt;br /&gt;FW&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Tévez (rights owned by MSI)[48]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Rodrigo Possebon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38  &lt;br /&gt;GK&lt;br /&gt;Ron-Robert Zieler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39  &lt;br /&gt;DF&lt;br /&gt;James Chester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40  &lt;br /&gt;GK&lt;br /&gt;Ben Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41  &lt;br /&gt;FW&lt;br /&gt;Federico Macheda&lt;br /&gt;42  &lt;br /&gt;DF&lt;br /&gt;Richard Eckersley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43  &lt;br /&gt;MF&lt;br /&gt;Davide Petrucci [49]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-3890937665216242545?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3890937665216242545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=3890937665216242545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/3890937665216242545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/3890937665216242545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/manchester-united-football-club.html' title='Manchester United Football Club'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-6500367239275207022</id><published>2009-01-17T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:48:00.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn u denise for this XD</title><content type='html'>A. Attached or single? &lt;br /&gt;Attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Best friend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsang Hao Han. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Cake or pie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Day of choice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday(can sleep till 11 XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Essential item?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Phone!!! My Lao Po XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Favorite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black, white, blue,purple and more XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Gummy bears or worms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gummy bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Hometown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Favorite indulgence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er....idk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. January or July?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July got holidays XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Kids? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. Life isn't complete without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lao Po XD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Marriage date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N. Number of magazine subscriptions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. Oranges or apples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Phobias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. a lot XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Quotes?&lt;br /&gt;Live Life Happily..(my Lao Po taught me that XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Reasons to smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ur happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. Season of choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year XD ang pau XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T. Tag 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. no need tag lar.. kasian XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U. Unknown fact about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky ! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. Vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. heck yes.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. Worst habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sms and talking on the phone too much XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y. Your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything decent &lt;br /&gt;Z. Zodiac sign?&lt;br /&gt;Virgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1. Those who get tagged must answer the question about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2. At the end of the post, tag 10 people except the person who tagged you(tagger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3. Continue this game by sending to other people.(refer to rule No.2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 5.03&lt;br /&gt;Name: Lister Fidelis&lt;br /&gt;Age/Birthday:16, 5 September 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: Sm. St. Patrick&lt;br /&gt;Elder sister: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger sisters: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder brothers: 3&lt;br /&gt;Younger brothers: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite liquids [drinks]: Ice Lemon Tea, cola! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite consumables [food]: Anything edible that’s tasty XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite place to sleep: On my bed?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying?: Yar.. especially after drinking cough medicine XD&lt;br /&gt;Swimming/Diving?: swimming xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much friends in MSN?: 360!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple?: Yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones?: Family, Lao Po XD&lt;br /&gt;Get kicked on the butt: By Tsang Hao Han =.=&lt;br /&gt;Allergic?: erm I’m not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gastric?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Age of marriage?: Not Sure&lt;br /&gt;Children wanted?: 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age of death?: when I’m too old and damn lonely XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals in house?: Dog(chi hua hua) turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest fingernail ever kept: Pinky XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted birthday present : Psp/Xbox 360/ps3/ a kiss frm my Lao Po XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: In your dream, God tells you that you are a billionaire in your dream world and gives you a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:I wish for a Audi Le Mans and Oprah’s mansion XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-6500367239275207022?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6500367239275207022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=6500367239275207022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/6500367239275207022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/6500367239275207022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-u-denise-for-this-xd.html' title='Damn u denise for this XD'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-1395771263379357885</id><published>2009-01-14T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:50:43.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrections ah!!!!</title><content type='html'>Swts man.. 1st day doing chemistry labwork, 1st day kena 50 times correction.. 7 diatomic gasses =.=.. Hydrogen (H2), Oxygen (02), Iodine(O2) Chlorine (CL2), Flourine(FL2), Bromine(B2) and one more i 4got.. XD.. oh well.. gotta do it anyways.. shit shit shit shit shit u!!! XD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-1395771263379357885?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1395771263379357885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=1395771263379357885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/1395771263379357885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/1395771263379357885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/corrections-ah.html' title='Corrections ah!!!!'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-1947641539024765181</id><published>2009-01-10T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:16:30.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Form 4 life</title><content type='html'>yeah yeah yeah.. so here's the feedback.. form 4 life = stressful damn that add maths teacher... he doesnt need to finish the whole part to give u the homework.. == &lt;br /&gt;The teacher is a complete FAT ASS!!!! damn man. XD.. HE'S THE FAT ASS WITH THE ATTITUDE TO KILL XDS!!!!! NONO MORE LIKE SET WITH THE ATTITUDE TO MAKE U FAIL ADD MATHS!!! FREAKO TEACHER!!! oh well... he's just a fat ass with an ego... XD&lt;br /&gt;Well.. had to take chemistry.. since it was like the most important subject for a science student.. XD oh well.. teacher gave us an introduction homework.. lols.. XD&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. still alot to come.. Dear God, pls prepare ur children for all these! XD  oh well.. since i'm living a single life, life is more free.. just sometimes pressured by girls.. XD.. they want meh XD... oh well.. gonna sleep more now.. 7-4pm kawad + St.John activity. XD... nites people... !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-1947641539024765181?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1947641539024765181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=1947641539024765181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/1947641539024765181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/1947641539024765181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/form-4-life.html' title='Form 4 life'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-2329604627824565350</id><published>2008-12-27T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:19:41.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules :- Pick your birth month .&lt;br /&gt;- Leave anything that doesn't apply to you .&lt;br /&gt;- Bold (or italicize) the best apply to you .&lt;br /&gt;- Copy to your own blog , with all twelve months .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-January-&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-February-&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-March-&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves travelling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-April-&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-May-&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attract others and love attention. Deep feelings.Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-June-&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills.Talk ative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-July-&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties instudy ing. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-August-&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-October-&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-September-&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-November-&lt;br /&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-December-&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-September-&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Careful&lt;/span&gt;, cautious and organized. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Likes to point out people's mistakes. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Likes to criticize&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stubborn&lt;/span&gt;. Quiet but able to talk well&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Calm and cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kind&lt;/span&gt; and sympathetic. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Concerned and detailed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loyal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;but not always honest&lt;/span&gt;. Does work well. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Very confident.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Must control oneself when criticizing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Able to motivate oneself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fun to be around&lt;/span&gt;. Secretive. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loves leisure and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; traveling&lt;/span&gt;. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Very choosy&lt;/span&gt;, especially in relationships. &lt;br /&gt;Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags&lt;br /&gt;1.YinGz&lt;br /&gt;2.Kiatzzz&lt;br /&gt;3.Michelle&lt;br /&gt;4.Mic&lt;br /&gt;5.Denise&lt;br /&gt;6.Janique&lt;br /&gt;7.If ur reading it do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-2329604627824565350?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2329604627824565350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=2329604627824565350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2329604627824565350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/2329604627824565350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/rules-pick-your-birth-month.html' title=''/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-8609252903902540694</id><published>2008-12-03T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:01:32.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>lol.. i drank starbucks today.. and it was GOOD! Damn Good!!!! i think i had the cherry mocha.. blended... in it was hmm.. choc chips.. dang nice.. lol.. it's just the cherry taste was to damn strong.. maybe i'll drink more tomorrow... lol.. i had a caffienated coffee and i felt sleepy 5 minutes later.. lol.. dang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-8609252903902540694?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8609252903902540694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=8609252903902540694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8609252903902540694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8609252903902540694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-5533087799638710595</id><published>2008-11-29T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T04:58:19.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=3= horrible mama...</title><content type='html'>01] Name: Lister Fidelis&lt;br /&gt;[02] Nickname: Lis, Listerine..&lt;br /&gt;[03] Married: not my time yet&lt;br /&gt;[04] Zodiac Sign: Virgo&lt;br /&gt;[05] Gender: a Boy&lt;br /&gt;[06] Age: 15&lt;br /&gt;[07] High School: Sm. St. Patrick&lt;br /&gt;[08] College: erm.. maybe in 3 years time f3f3&lt;br /&gt;[09] Height: 168-170 O_O??&lt;br /&gt;[10] Weight: I prefer not to disclose.. f3f3&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: yea&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings: no&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left: neither&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak : hmm.. maybe&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair: near to bald f3f3&lt;br /&gt;[16] Skin: erm.. black!&lt;br /&gt;[17] Allergic: to you&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now: answering this damn list.. f3f3&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 1 hour later: erm.. pack my things&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you do 10 years later: live life as a man.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with mother/father/parents: parents&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings (included you): 6&lt;br /&gt;[23] Eldest: Brother&lt;br /&gt;[24] Youngest: sister&lt;br /&gt;[25] Love/hate your family: Love&lt;br /&gt;[26] You found your another half: Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she: a carbon based person..&lt;br /&gt;[28] If no, who you want he/she to be: hmm.. cant tell my babe will be reading frm this&lt;br /&gt;[29] Time(s) you in relationship: 6&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl(0-100000): huh??&lt;br /&gt;[31] Anyone woo you before(0-100000): yea&lt;br /&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half: don’t knw&lt;br /&gt;[33] What was/were the wrong you had done: don’t knw&lt;br /&gt;[34] Ever argue with your other half: yea..&lt;br /&gt;[35] You with your other half since: 28th of September 2008, 7.05 PM.. a Sunday&lt;br /&gt;[36] Are you straight/Lesbo: sure straight&lt;br /&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half: no reason lolx..&lt;br /&gt;[38] You and your other half in which stage: bf/gf&lt;br /&gt;[39] You woo he/she or he/she woo you: both f3f3&lt;br /&gt;[40] Ever think of marry he/she: yea&lt;br /&gt;[41] Your first best friend: John&lt;br /&gt;[42] Your first enemy: ASHVIR SINGH SUDHU F3F3&lt;br /&gt;[43] The friend you love the most: Tsang, grape, bel, denise, jan, Dylan, ivan.. more.&lt;br /&gt;[44] The enemy you hate the most (1only) : ASHVIR SINGH SIDHU&lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful girl friend: everyone..&lt;br /&gt;[46] Your most handsome guy friend: everyone&lt;br /&gt;[47] The kind of girl you hate the most: erm.. 38 girls&lt;br /&gt;[48] The kind of boy you hate the most: gays.. f3f3&lt;br /&gt;[49] You fall in love with your close friend before: yea&lt;br /&gt;[50] Your best friend is your ex-lover: ya&lt;br /&gt;[51] If your friend backstabbing you: kick them&lt;br /&gt;[52] If your friend betray you: same as the above&lt;br /&gt;[53] If your friend woo your lover: kick their freakin ass..&lt;br /&gt;[54] If your friend fall in love with you: normal la..&lt;br /&gt;[55] If you fall in love with your best friend: holycrap&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: half half lo&lt;br /&gt;[57] You always done your homeworks/assignments: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: mr. Looi!!&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[60] Your class: Monday – Friday.. and don’t forget St.John&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: some..&lt;br /&gt;[62] Senior who you love the most: 10..&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: some good some bad&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: Thomson&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: Selvyn&lt;br /&gt;[66] Smart people: trust me^^&lt;br /&gt;[67] Stupid people: Selvyn&lt;br /&gt;[68] Good looking people: alwayz smile&lt;br /&gt;[69] Ugly people: people who acts cute..&lt;br /&gt;[70] Funny people: owez make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;[71] Cute people: natural cute&lt;br /&gt;[72] Bad people: do bad things&lt;br /&gt;[73] Honest people: who don’t tell lies..&lt;br /&gt;[74] Acting people: erm.. noobs =]&lt;br /&gt;[75] You are what kind of people: a noob f3f3&lt;br /&gt;PREFER~~&lt;br /&gt;[76] Lip or eyes: eyes&lt;br /&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses: kisses&lt;br /&gt;[78] Shorter or taller: shorter or same&lt;br /&gt;[79] hesitant or spontaneous: spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;[80] Nice stomach or nice arms: both XD&lt;br /&gt;[81] Listener or talker: Listener+ talker ==&lt;br /&gt;[82] Romantic or rich: Romantic&lt;br /&gt;[83] Good husband or Good Father: Hello.. I’m nt gay.. f3f3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE~~&lt;br /&gt;[84] Age to get marry: duno..&lt;br /&gt;[85] Numbers of kid(s): 2&lt;br /&gt;[86] Career: scientist&lt;br /&gt;[87] Salary: the more the better&lt;br /&gt;[88] Retirement age: nt soon&lt;br /&gt;[89] Properties value: more more!&lt;br /&gt;[90] Wishes: erm.. to be a billionare.. ( I am crazy )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-5533087799638710595?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5533087799638710595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=5533087799638710595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/5533087799638710595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/5533087799638710595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-horrible-mama.html' title='=3= horrible mama...'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-3711376452364090344</id><published>2008-11-29T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:38:34.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd one.. =.=</title><content type='html'>GO!InstrUctionS~&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Bold the statements that are true to you&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Italicize the statements that you wish were true&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Leave the fibs alone. (totally not related to you)&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Then, stab 5 people to do the same text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm 170cm tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate my grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drives.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored of driving.&lt;br /&gt;I have a white handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go clubbing every week.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is a shit.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo of a star.&lt;br /&gt;I got my navel pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;90% of my friends smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I still hang out with my ex, eventhough our break up was rather nasty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have a business running.&lt;br /&gt;I hate cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;I hate someone.&lt;br /&gt;I have 10 Guess handbags.&lt;br /&gt;I buy CLEO every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My parents don't know about my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don't have faith in the current "one".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school mates know about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a fashion designer.&lt;br /&gt;I love rock emo bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rebel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like wearing dresses.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;High school's filled with drama.&lt;br /&gt;My parents have faith in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bought shoes this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A blogger bitched about me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I heart Italian food&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hate meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;I hate nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;The mother bear gives me hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;People should start appreciating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school was the worst time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have red hair.&lt;br /&gt;Mid Valley is my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of my Biology exam.&lt;br /&gt;I hate vacations.&lt;br /&gt;We'll last.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in long distance relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get high and smoke weed one day soon.&lt;br /&gt;I've robbed an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like applying make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I was a tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;At times I think I still am a tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;I love bitching people behind their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I still have a best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cat.&lt;br /&gt;I hate surprise parties.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm a sinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a DS light.&lt;br /&gt;I have a Wii.&lt;br /&gt;I can live without music.&lt;br /&gt;Video games are a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the father bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love being in love.&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love horror films.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;I slept in my parents' room for 3 days after watching Scream when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My old friends keep in touch with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't read newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;The news is such a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate animals.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I curse like a pirate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with my 11 year old car.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people that are smart.&lt;br /&gt;I love Apple Juice.&lt;br /&gt;I can't drink for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love swimming.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't worked out since March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I think I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can do this tag...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-3711376452364090344?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-7355095879539062484</id><published>2008-11-29T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:21:30.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang</title><content type='html'>01] Name: Lister Fidelis&lt;br /&gt;[02] Nickname: Lis, Listerine.. &lt;br /&gt;[03] Married: not my time yet&lt;br /&gt;[04] Zodiac Sign: Virgo&lt;br /&gt;[05] Gender: a Boy&lt;br /&gt;[06] Age: 15&lt;br /&gt;[07] High School: Sm. St. Patrick &lt;br /&gt;[08] College: erm.. maybe  in 3 years time f3f3&lt;br /&gt;[09] Height: 168-170 O_O?? &lt;br /&gt;[10] Weight: I prefer not to disclose.. f3f3&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: yea &lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings: no&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left: neither&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak : hmm.. maybe&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair: near to bald f3f3&lt;br /&gt;[16] Skin: erm.. black! &lt;br /&gt;[17] Allergic: to you&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now: answering this damn list.. f3f3&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 1 hour later: erm.. pack my things&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you do 10 years later: live life as a man.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with mother/father/parents: parents&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings (included you): 6&lt;br /&gt;[23] Eldest: Brother&lt;br /&gt;[24] Youngest: sister&lt;br /&gt;[25] Love/hate your family: Love&lt;br /&gt;[26] You found your another half: Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she: a carbon based person..&lt;br /&gt;[28] If no, who you want he/she to be: hmm.. cant tell my babe will be reading frm this&lt;br /&gt;[29] Time(s) you in relationship: 6&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl(0-100000): huh??&lt;br /&gt;[31] Anyone woo you before(0-100000): yea&lt;br /&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half: don’t knw&lt;br /&gt;[33] What was/were the wrong you had done: don’t knw&lt;br /&gt;[34] Ever argue with your other half: yea..&lt;br /&gt;[35] You with your other half since: 28th  of September 2008, 7.05 PM.. a Sunday&lt;br /&gt;[36] Are you straight/Lesbo: sure straight&lt;br /&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half: no reason lolx..&lt;br /&gt;[38] You and your other half in which stage: bf/gf&lt;br /&gt;[39] You woo he/she or he/she woo you: both f3f3&lt;br /&gt;[40] Ever think of marry he/she: yea &lt;br /&gt;[41] Your first best friend: John&lt;br /&gt; [42] Your first enemy: ASHVIR SINGH SUDHU F3F3&lt;br /&gt;[43] The friend you love the most: Tsang, grape, bel, denise, jan, Dylan, ivan.. more.&lt;br /&gt;[44] The enemy you hate the most (1only) : ASHVIR SINGH SIDHU &lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful girl friend: everyone..&lt;br /&gt;[46] Your most handsome guy friend: everyone&lt;br /&gt; [47] The kind of girl you hate the most: erm.. 38 girls&lt;br /&gt;[48] The kind of boy you hate the most: gays.. f3f3&lt;br /&gt;[49] You fall in love with your close friend before: yea&lt;br /&gt;[50] Your best friend is your ex-lover: ya&lt;br /&gt;[51] If your friend backstabbing you: kick them&lt;br /&gt;[52] If your friend betray you: same as the above&lt;br /&gt;[53] If your friend woo your lover: kick their freakin ass..&lt;br /&gt;[54] If your friend fall in love with you: normal la..&lt;br /&gt; [55] If you fall in love with your best friend: holycrap&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: half half lo&lt;br /&gt;[57] You always done your homeworks/assignments: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: mr. Looi!!&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[60] Your class: Monday – Friday.. and don’t forget St.John&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: some..&lt;br /&gt;[62] Senior who you love the most: 10..&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: some good some bad&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: Thomson&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: Selvyn&lt;br /&gt;[66] Smart people: trust me^^&lt;br /&gt;[67] Stupid people: Selvyn&lt;br /&gt;[68] Good looking people: alwayz smile&lt;br /&gt;[69] Ugly people: people who acts cute..&lt;br /&gt;[70] Funny people: owez make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;[71] Cute people: natural cute&lt;br /&gt;[72] Bad people: do bad things&lt;br /&gt;[73] Honest people: who don’t tell lies..&lt;br /&gt;[74] Acting people: erm.. noobs =]&lt;br /&gt;[75] You are what kind of people: a noob f3f3&lt;br /&gt;PREFER~~&lt;br /&gt;[76] Lip or eyes: eyes&lt;br /&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses: kisses&lt;br /&gt;[78] Shorter or taller: shorter or same&lt;br /&gt;[79] hesitant or spontaneous: spontaneous&lt;br /&gt; [80] Nice stomach or nice arms: both XD&lt;br /&gt;[81] Listener or talker: Listener+ talker ==&lt;br /&gt;[82] Romantic or rich: Romantic &lt;br /&gt;[83] Good husband or Good Father: Hello.. I’m nt gay.. f3f3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE~~&lt;br /&gt;[84] Age to get marry: duno..&lt;br /&gt;[85] Numbers of kid(s): 2&lt;br /&gt;[86] Career: scientist&lt;br /&gt;[87] Salary: the more the better&lt;br /&gt;[88] Retirement age: nt soon&lt;br /&gt;[89] Properties value: more more!&lt;br /&gt;[90] Wishes: erm.. to be a billionare.. ( I am crazy )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag:&lt;br /&gt;Isabell &lt;br /&gt;Marcuz&lt;br /&gt;Grape&lt;br /&gt;Michelle f3f3&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;MicMic&lt;br /&gt;Sammi&lt;br /&gt;Janique&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-7355095879539062484?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7355095879539062484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=7355095879539062484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/7355095879539062484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/7355095879539062484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/dang.html' title='Dang'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-5094412470659028905</id><published>2008-11-22T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:33:19.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playagurl...</title><content type='html'>lol... Ivan...  i'm dedicating tis to u....! YOU MOTHER FUCKING BITCH U.. U CHEATED ON MY FRIEND..! UR GONNA GET IT SOON.. U'LL GET DUMPED BY EVERY BOY THAT U MEET ON THE FUTURE..! Ur like 10.. and u've done that.. u bitch..! you dont deserve to live in this world.. u shud live in a world without love! den we'll see hw ur world eats u up whole! die bitch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan... i knw ur feeling good after u dumped her.. lets celebrate when u come my house on Monday! we'll have a toast!! of sparkling juice..! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-5094412470659028905?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5094412470659028905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=5094412470659028905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/5094412470659028905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/5094412470659028905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/playagurl.html' title='Playagurl...'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-5248788430118852759</id><published>2008-11-21T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T04:28:10.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivan Khoo's story..</title><content type='html'>Lol.. Ivan got a gf.. gratz man.. your very 1st gal friend.. XD.. aww.. too bad she's nt around here..&lt;br /&gt; I still remembered the 1st time he said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ivan:Lis, give me some advice on girls..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: uhm.. just treat them right.. girls like someone who can give them protection..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ivan: maybe someone like Dylan?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: yea him.. he's ok.. he's just alittle of key &gt;&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ivan: huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: nvm that.. XD why r u asking me all these?? u in love?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ivan: (...) yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: who's the lucky one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ivan: a girl frm KK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ivan: (Secret) he told me.. but i dont want to disclose.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: lol.. =.=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's hw u all get dates.. girls frm msn.. lol.. the next thing you knw, u'll see me dating a girl frm Australia.. oh wait.. it did.. with Vic.. &gt;&lt; nvm that..&lt;br /&gt;well Ivan, u get ur 1st GF.. so dont blow it off.. =] Best wishes to you bud.. =] hope u get to meet ur GF someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-5248788430118852759?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5248788430118852759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=5248788430118852759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/5248788430118852759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/5248788430118852759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/ivan-khoos-story.html' title='Ivan Khoo&apos;s story..'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232684759217173895.post-8251603861627454099</id><published>2008-11-17T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:32:44.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback..</title><content type='html'>Whoa.. 3 years flies.. Now, Denise and Janique are back in KL.. dang man.. miss them alot.. just wished that i wasnt ever going to see them  leave.. The day they left, i was just back frm Danum Valley.. things that i saw thr was.. eww.. ncie and grose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that were nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The View..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the mist.. and dew..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the air.. no air polution.. (accept for Ivan's farts..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;place to relax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;place whr u actualy learn hw to do this and that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the sound of nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that were grose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The leeches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way they handle the leeches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the leech that entered Dylan's underwear and almost bit his dick.. (lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the leech that was on Ivan's armpit.. (kesian the leech.. smelly armpit)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the health and wellfare.. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;li&gt;the milipedes' (one almost bit me) &gt;&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;erm... no more i think&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... back to the story.. I met Janique when i was in form 2.. the first time i actually talked to her.. it was fun.. i tought that a quite girl like her would be boring.. but wat the heck.. she turned out to be quite fun.. i loved the moments we had together.. most of the time spent making fun of her and making her say "shit" XD... good times.. den a year passed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 3.. we sat together with Vall... supposedly i was to sit in between Janique and Vall.. but then i moved to Janique's place near the windows.. mwhr i can sleep in class... XD.. me, Janique and Vall shared many good memories in class.. especially the times we spent sleeping in class.. XD combo.. 3 of us slept at the same time.. and ending up making the BM teacher furious and left the class crying.. XD.. ahh.. good times... teacher if ur reading this.. we're so sorry for what happened(so not..) :P... well.. i met denise.. erm.. hw??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was when i met Janique talking to a look alike girl. den i said to Jan..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey..  that's ur sister?&lt;br /&gt;Jan: yea.. why&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh nth.. it's just the both of u look alike..&lt;br /&gt;Jan: ahh..&lt;br /&gt;XD.. yea.. that's hw it all began.. den i still rmb the times i spent talking to Denise,Joan and eventually Esther, Lim Yee Ling and Chin Kai Sing.. O_O.. dnt knw these girls very well.. only knew Joan, Denise and Esther more.. XD.. still rmb the times that Denise would say bad things about me infront of my ex, Cherry.. XD.. stupid Denise.. XD.. oops.. didnt mean it.. or did i.. XD.. anyways.. forgive u edi lar.. XD.. hoping to meet u again in the future guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this quote&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go.. they never stay quietly in one place.. so cherish them while they are still beside you.. i've learnt that.. i regreted nt treating Jan and Denise(a.k.a the Bitch.. XD) better.. haix.. anyways.. just hope we wont forget each other lar.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end of post*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232684759217173895-8251603861627454099?l=wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8251603861627454099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232684759217173895&amp;postID=8251603861627454099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8251603861627454099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232684759217173895/posts/default/8251603861627454099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishingtobefreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/flashback.html' title='Flashback..'/><author><name>:: [List3r] ::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18272329506596052861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SX7oE0_Y5Y/SbZP0zb457I/AAAAAAAAACg/kBAm3N-8Yyc/S220/P190109_19.30.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
