<?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-6492693</id><updated>2011-08-21T23:03:14.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>∷∴ Beauty Of Life ∴∷</title><subtitle type='html'>When YoU wAnNa YoUr LiFe To Be WuNdeRFuL, OnLy YoU'Re ThE OnE WhO KnOwS HoW To!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-6442997204569163405</id><published>2010-11-23T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:54:04.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when u love someone&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt mean u need to own that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u love someone&lt;br /&gt;is the same as you are willing to sacrify&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u love someone &lt;br /&gt;you think for their long term not short term happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u love someone&lt;br /&gt;you also learn to love the people that the person's love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u love someone &lt;br /&gt;you accept in whatever condition the person at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u love someone&lt;br /&gt;it's a blessing, that u are someone who are full of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u love someone&lt;br /&gt;you will not stop continuily pray for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u love someone&lt;br /&gt;God knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u love someone &lt;br /&gt;it will stay with you even when you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u love someone&lt;br /&gt;no one could take it nor change it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just keep loving you&lt;br /&gt;is the way i pass my day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-6442997204569163405?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/6442997204569163405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/6442997204569163405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2010_11_23_archive.html#6442997204569163405' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-1183988782755015508</id><published>2009-10-29T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:02:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i invest in my lisptic and mascara&lt;br /&gt;they makes me feel good, without even wearing them&lt;br /&gt;when i invest in saloon and massage theraphy&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel i am worth the treat&lt;br /&gt;when i let myself pampered with spa &lt;br /&gt;i love me, me love i&lt;br /&gt;when i take care of my little nails&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel like a queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i read my fairy tales book&lt;br /&gt;i entered into a new painless world&lt;br /&gt;when i look into a painting&lt;br /&gt;i am shallow into the image itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i am thinking of someone &lt;br /&gt;it hurts me so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little happiness is expensive&lt;br /&gt;huge happiness is expensive&lt;br /&gt;little happiness is riskfree&lt;br /&gt;huge happiness is risky&lt;br /&gt;little happiness is short term effect&lt;br /&gt;huge happiness is long term effect to infinity&lt;br /&gt;little happiness is sprinkle itself&lt;br /&gt;huge happiness is spreading like virus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i am young, i always waiting for the huge happiness&lt;br /&gt;and still waiting.. and waiting..&lt;br /&gt;i am 1/4 of my life&lt;br /&gt;it occured at short period and dies off&lt;br /&gt;i am waiting for another spring&lt;br /&gt;i am still waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-1183988782755015508?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/1183988782755015508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/1183988782755015508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2009_10_29_archive.html#1183988782755015508' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-4108060578061685597</id><published>2009-10-29T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:24:27.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i carry my wrecked heart around&lt;br /&gt;looking for someone who would have mercy &lt;br /&gt;and maybe they would spare me some &lt;br /&gt;to fill me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have has been squeeze out dry&lt;br /&gt;everyone is busy finding the little dew &lt;br /&gt;left by the moon last night&lt;br /&gt;would you spare me some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my steps has been slow down after thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;you have empty seats on your car&lt;br /&gt;fill with dust&lt;br /&gt;would you spare me that space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was i lack on what i have&lt;br /&gt;or i want more than i should&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-4108060578061685597?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/4108060578061685597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/4108060578061685597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2009_10_29_archive.html#4108060578061685597' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-6191325228382268846</id><published>2009-05-13T07:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:29:28.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be honest,&lt;div&gt;I am far away in spiritual life that I used to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I feel myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;becoming something I dont recognize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took alot of things for granted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and follow what others do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when it is wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just so that they wont laugh at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to be in their circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt realise it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seemed to break too many rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheating in my games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I thought it was fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I realise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything seems so wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO WRONG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my actions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even in my thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad at least I feel sinful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for doing what is wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe its time for me to slow down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being fun.. doesn't mean to be what others did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to bring back myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be who I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to ruin who I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-style: italic; line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;"Karena itu, perhatikanlah dengan saksama, bagaimana kamu hidup, janganlah seperti orang bebal, tetapi seperti orang arif" - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Efesus 5:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-6191325228382268846?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/6191325228382268846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/6191325228382268846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2009_05_13_archive.html#6191325228382268846' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-8064328621933254249</id><published>2009-03-09T08:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:04:11.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so uptight with myself&lt;div&gt;so unsatisfied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed that I have done something wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i just couldnt figure what it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been waiting for long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there is still no answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I still wait for time to cure me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but does it work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is still the same shaddow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how i wish i could erase it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it dont slice me anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had always said it would be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things would be fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when i turn my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know, i wish i could be stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my night turn so bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i couldnt turn it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to rest my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me rest my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thousand of panorama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Millions of treassure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could turn them down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-8064328621933254249?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/8064328621933254249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/8064328621933254249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2009_03_09_archive.html#8064328621933254249' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-313788488030126788</id><published>2009-02-13T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:43:04.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you call love&lt;br /&gt;when you hurt yourself to be love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you call it sincere&lt;br /&gt;when the other take it with tears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you call it care&lt;br /&gt;when all you care is about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you call it sacrifies&lt;br /&gt;when all you did is just pouring your anger with your disatisfaction?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-313788488030126788?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/313788488030126788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/313788488030126788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2009_02_13_archive.html#313788488030126788' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-7760452224453376779</id><published>2008-11-04T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:40:03.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I walk everyday on the same path&lt;div&gt;thinking on how can I love you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled and see the bright blue sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know one day we will be fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even too long after my thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will send me a sacastic message&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that ruin all my hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I try so hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u are still blaming me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe u are blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even deaf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont u repeat the same mistake i did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;losing someone heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before you realize it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-7760452224453376779?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/7760452224453376779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/7760452224453376779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_11_04_archive.html#7760452224453376779' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-8726366530698096184</id><published>2008-09-30T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:59:07.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every one heart has a key to unlock &lt;div&gt;A key of happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A key of in love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A key of emotion you feel differently everytime u open it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't the world feel like shut down within ur heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angels singing, beeutiful jingle play continous in your ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All u know, you cant wait to meet your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened when I couldnt find my key?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I lost that key?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duplicate the key??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how could I make duplicate when I dont have the real one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I change my heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With whom? To whom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just pretend... to have that key when I dont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-8726366530698096184?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/8726366530698096184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/8726366530698096184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_09_30_archive.html#8726366530698096184' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-7334463352808838181</id><published>2008-09-06T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:22:32.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whats the use of hoping when its going to fail&lt;br /&gt;whats the use of dreaming when its not going to happen&lt;br /&gt;whats the use of saying when u dont mean it&lt;br /&gt;whats the use of smiling when u just pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i am immune to love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-7334463352808838181?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/7334463352808838181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/7334463352808838181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_09_06_archive.html#7334463352808838181' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-6628661303495810742</id><published>2008-08-19T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:23:51.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dream of 3 candles&lt;br /&gt;Being lighted up&lt;br /&gt;You told me to keep 2 of them&lt;br /&gt;I hate when u make me feel special&lt;br /&gt;Cause its only just a hopeless dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-6628661303495810742?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/6628661303495810742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/6628661303495810742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_08_19_archive.html#6628661303495810742' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-6805842318851748956</id><published>2008-08-08T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:10:31.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am standing here&lt;br /&gt;asking myself&lt;br /&gt;what is this all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am too tired&lt;br /&gt;to try to understand it anymore&lt;br /&gt;coz at the end&lt;br /&gt;the world still work the same way&lt;br /&gt;the rules do not change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am not going to dig my own agony&lt;br /&gt;I left the trace behind &lt;br /&gt;let the wind erase it&lt;br /&gt;till i can tell you face to face&lt;br /&gt;i am alright now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-6805842318851748956?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/6805842318851748956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/6805842318851748956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_08_08_archive.html#6805842318851748956' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-3508640496777664963</id><published>2008-08-04T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:15:53.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel I gave up too many thing&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I received unfair treatment&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I dont have enough &lt;br /&gt;I guess I just forget on how to be thankful for what I have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-3508640496777664963?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;1 cause by my past&lt;br /&gt;1 cause by people around me&lt;br /&gt;1 cause by my under achievement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the silence room of mine would know&lt;br /&gt;Only my bed pillow ever see how much tears i have&lt;br /&gt;Or my warm blanket who accompany my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Afterall.. &lt;br /&gt;These things wont hurt me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-1696905991496678659?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/1696905991496678659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/1696905991496678659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_07_23_archive.html#1696905991496678659' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-4460933493869114519</id><published>2008-07-15T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:54:25.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sing&lt;br /&gt;i write&lt;br /&gt;i draw &lt;br /&gt;i see&lt;br /&gt;every piece of my life &lt;br /&gt;never stop calling u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can crave &lt;br /&gt;i can knitt&lt;br /&gt;every single moments&lt;br /&gt;it scars like tattoo in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what were all this mean&lt;br /&gt;my only wish audience &lt;br /&gt;wont turn at me&lt;br /&gt;i am a fail artist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-4460933493869114519?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/4460933493869114519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/4460933493869114519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_07_15_archive.html#4460933493869114519' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-3626594004324485717</id><published>2008-06-29T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:31:00.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so tired to always think of others before me&lt;br /&gt;I have given up so many things &lt;br /&gt;Am I stupid or&lt;br /&gt;I just do no stand for my say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I knew I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;But let be it so I can learn by myself&lt;br /&gt;I have always stuck with choices that I didnt want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I love to travel&lt;br /&gt;is where I can stop remembering who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love blank notebook&lt;br /&gt;cause I hope I could start up new life&lt;br /&gt;and write about my exciting life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what am i now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-3626594004324485717?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/3626594004324485717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/3626594004324485717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_06_29_archive.html#3626594004324485717' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-463674084222798668</id><published>2008-06-18T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:57:29.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have no space to breath in my own lung&lt;br /&gt;keep too much thought and treassure of memories&lt;br /&gt;linger and hang on me for too long&lt;br /&gt;how could i burst it out to make me free again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am searching for my way&lt;br /&gt;to make things right&lt;br /&gt;but the more i struggle&lt;br /&gt;the deeper i got into the mud&lt;br /&gt;pull me out someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-463674084222798668?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/463674084222798668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/463674084222798668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_06_18_archive.html#463674084222798668' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-9018165147733922328</id><published>2008-06-02T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:28:41.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>frighten to love again&lt;br /&gt;frighten not to be loved&lt;br /&gt;frighten to be left&lt;br /&gt;frighten to be alone&lt;br /&gt;frigthen to broken heart&lt;br /&gt;frighten to face that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so frighten and alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-9018165147733922328?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/9018165147733922328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/9018165147733922328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_06_02_archive.html#9018165147733922328' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-7058970669065254660</id><published>2008-05-26T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:12:42.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7zgYsm6m0S0/SDrTNMbEAnI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JnLneIY7XZE/s1600-h/Every_little_c_o_u_n_t_s____by_gloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204704543006524018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7zgYsm6m0S0/SDrTNMbEAnI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JnLneIY7XZE/s320/Every_little_c_o_u_n_t_s____by_gloe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every one has different way of leading their life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one thing that remain the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is the way man looking at love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still after century of years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most beautiful feeling can be create is Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The saddest thing that stay and bleed you the most is Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most unforgetable event is cause by no other than Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At once I thought is possible for someone never falling in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now I believe everyone will at least experience once what is falling in love like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But can you keep falling in love again and again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-7058970669065254660?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/7058970669065254660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/7058970669065254660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_05_26_archive.html#7058970669065254660' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-3493288586132805111?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/3493288586132805111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/3493288586132805111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_05_17_archive.html#3493288586132805111' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7zgYsm6m0S0/SC20cd-9JHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/GiLNtOCrJNs/s72-c/till+i+aged,+i+will+still+waiting+for+you+to+pick+me+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-2991179025731120611</id><published>2008-03-01T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:44:37.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very bored at home today&lt;br /&gt;It's been days that I stayed at home&lt;br /&gt;Either playing computer or do house work&lt;br /&gt;I like lost touch with the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHen I bored I try to find a friend&lt;br /&gt;Searching from phonebook the name I could call&lt;br /&gt;As always... No one &lt;br /&gt;Hm.. I just feel dont comfortable to meet anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i decided to jump into the pool&lt;br /&gt;The wheather has been very cool this few days&lt;br /&gt;So nobody was swimming&lt;br /&gt;The pool is mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touch the water with my toe&lt;br /&gt;It tickle me, cool indeed&lt;br /&gt;But I am there so I should just swim&lt;br /&gt;I thought it wont last long since I have no strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few laps, I become more and more energize&lt;br /&gt;I swim faster and more laps&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is like not wanted to stop&lt;br /&gt;I just want to keep doing it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 hour I stopped as the pool get so crowded with kids&lt;br /&gt;I miss this feeling of being alive again&lt;br /&gt;I will start swimming just like last time&lt;br /&gt;when I try to forget all the sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears wont be seen in the water&lt;br /&gt;I am sweating but the water calm me down&lt;br /&gt;Such a sensation&lt;br /&gt;give me the best therapy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-2991179025731120611?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/2991179025731120611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/2991179025731120611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2991179025731120611' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-5450357600605706949</id><published>2008-03-01T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:13:18.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in the stage of self destruction&lt;br /&gt;It hurts inside out&lt;br /&gt;Physically and emotionally drain&lt;br /&gt;Finding the reason for me to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I erase the day &lt;br /&gt;like a gold fish in the aquarium&lt;br /&gt;Waking up the in the morning &lt;br /&gt;for not knowing the reason to live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-5450357600605706949?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/5450357600605706949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/5450357600605706949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5450357600605706949' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-4584467458001757048</id><published>2007-12-05T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:21:27.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lose my smile lately&lt;br /&gt;it hard to pull the muscle&lt;br /&gt;around my lips&lt;br /&gt;to create a simple smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my spirit is dim&lt;br /&gt;like a fire losing the candle&lt;br /&gt;even when I strike my best&lt;br /&gt;i seems to walk on the same spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what should i do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-4584467458001757048?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/4584467458001757048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/4584467458001757048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2007_12_05_archive.html#4584467458001757048' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-2308540908546788955</id><published>2007-11-16T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:14:21.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unresistable desire&lt;br /&gt;To recall that very moment&lt;br /&gt;Of thing every man call love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It merge within me&lt;br /&gt;without being realize&lt;br /&gt;I am obsess to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sparks differently&lt;br /&gt;in beautiful ways&lt;br /&gt;for undefined reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say it cant be see&lt;br /&gt;People say it cant be measure&lt;br /&gt;But I am seeing it now&lt;br /&gt;while measuring your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am obsess to wait to be fill&lt;br /&gt;with my desire of being love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-2308540908546788955?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/2308540908546788955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/2308540908546788955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2007_11_16_archive.html#2308540908546788955' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-8849988928929978778</id><published>2007-07-14T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:58:57.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a.g.o.n.y in triskaidekaphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shouting on top of my lung&lt;br /&gt;I am regret for doing it on you&lt;br /&gt;It was my misery&lt;br /&gt;Overload that it burst on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you dont deserve that&lt;br /&gt;I am in the mess&lt;br /&gt;My tiny brain cant stop thinking about the past&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I am in my own agony of triskaidekaphobia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-8849988928929978778?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/8849988928929978778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/8849988928929978778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2007_07_14_archive.html#8849988928929978778' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-115661234129928603</id><published>2006-08-27T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:59.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too much difference&lt;br /&gt;Drift us apart&lt;br /&gt;Unreach expectation&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed immerge within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speechless communication&lt;br /&gt;Solution is not found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause&lt;br /&gt;I could not follow&lt;br /&gt;Stop&lt;br /&gt;I think its over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-115661234129928603?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/115661234129928603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/115661234129928603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_08_27_archive.html#115661234129928603' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-115578517646893439</id><published>2006-08-17T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:59.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School life is going to start soon.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from camp and I realised what is SMU.&lt;br /&gt;I already began to feel insecured, becaused the students I met in the camp are not ordinary people. &lt;br /&gt;They are from TOP JCs, with gud leadership and very socialise. &lt;br /&gt;I feel very useless somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the pressure, &lt;br /&gt;I noticed my super gud bf, always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I felt gladful having him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-115578517646893439?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/115578517646893439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/115578517646893439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_08_17_archive.html#115578517646893439' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-115428093865915896</id><published>2006-07-31T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:59.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Terrible start it could be&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful day it might be&lt;br /&gt;Last me for eternarty &lt;br /&gt;Cause I thought it will never be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-115428093865915896?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I feel like crying and laughing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said I need to choose&lt;br /&gt;But I am a flicker minded&lt;br /&gt;Repeating mistake that I did&lt;br /&gt;Making me loosing my own grip&lt;br /&gt;I am in lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I stand when I dont feel having a leg?&lt;br /&gt;How could I run when I cant breath properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me fly high up&lt;br /&gt;Show me that I am good, I am strong&lt;br /&gt;This world is not for me&lt;br /&gt;My world is with Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Your wing &lt;br /&gt;To cover me &lt;br /&gt;I need Your touch &lt;br /&gt;To make me feel safe&lt;br /&gt;I need You forever&lt;br /&gt;Dont You ever leave me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I cant go on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a weak tiny girl &lt;br /&gt;But I am willing to walk and bring that CROSS..&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;Deep within I have You, you and you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-115307490840061519?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/115307490840061519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/115307490840061519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_07_17_archive.html#115307490840061519' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114948797246638001</id><published>2006-06-05T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:58.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel such a failure as a person..&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel everything I did never enough..&lt;br /&gt;What can I proud of..&lt;br /&gt;What can I be confident of..&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow..&lt;br /&gt;The music lifted my head up high again..&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday God said He will make those Believer do greater things than He ever did..&lt;br /&gt;I just got to believe..&lt;br /&gt;I Can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration song - Yolanda Adams(I Believe), Nas(I know I can)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114948797246638001?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114948797246638001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114948797246638001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_06_05_archive.html#114948797246638001' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114835334070597157</id><published>2006-05-23T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kenangan Terindah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku yang lemah tanpamu&lt;br /&gt;aku yang rentan karena&lt;br /&gt;cinta yang hilang darimu&lt;br /&gt;yang mampu menyanjungku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selama mata terbuka&lt;br /&gt;sampai jantung tak berdetak&lt;br /&gt;selama itu pun aku&lt;br /&gt;mampu tuk mengenangmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darimu….&lt;br /&gt;kutemukan hidupku&lt;br /&gt;bagiku…..&lt;br /&gt;kaulah cinta sejati…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reff:&lt;br /&gt;bila yang tertulis untukku&lt;br /&gt;adalah yang terbaik untukmu&lt;br /&gt;kan kujadikan kau kenangan&lt;br /&gt;yang terindah dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun takkan mudah bagiku&lt;br /&gt;meninggalkan jejak hidupku&lt;br /&gt;yang tlah terukir abadi&lt;br /&gt;sebagai kenangan yang terindah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;This song I wanted to dedicate to someone I love so much.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to tell it to that person.&lt;br /&gt;It will be forever unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ever asked that person..&lt;br /&gt;Will forget me one day?&lt;br /&gt;He answered "no". &lt;br /&gt;And thats enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;Since that day.. I let you go.&lt;br /&gt;But you are always in my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found someone I love for now.&lt;br /&gt;And it will never be same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114835334070597157?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114835334070597157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114835334070597157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_05_23_archive.html#114835334070597157' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114814580816627853</id><published>2006-05-21T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:58.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I discussed about the ushering matter with my leader. I found being an usher leader is a tough job to do. I knew everyone of us need to sacrify to give Him our best. I think I need to bow down and remind myself to be humble. There are alot of things to do and I really want to see a break through in the sunday school. I hope God send more teacher to help up in the sunday school. I love the kids, but I think my commitment level is far beyond adequate. Somemore with my lack of experience I hope God really give me His strength to move the usher ministry to a new level. God this is for you and I hope you will give Your support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Costum&lt;br /&gt;2. Puppet&lt;br /&gt;3. Candy&lt;br /&gt;4. Origami, Baloon, Bee Wing&lt;br /&gt;5. Poster sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usher escalator - 2 person&lt;br /&gt;Usher searching new soul - 2 person&lt;br /&gt;Usher door - 1 person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114814580816627853?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114814580816627853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114814580816627853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_05_21_archive.html#114814580816627853' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114753730025544708</id><published>2006-05-14T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:58.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something from my past is back.&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt something gud.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it open up the old scar.&lt;br /&gt;So much painful so much tear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114753730025544708?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114753730025544708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114753730025544708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_05_14_archive.html#114753730025544708' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114632190372000297</id><published>2006-04-29T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:58.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. I got to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;I cant leave him.&lt;br /&gt;We end up still together.&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I am pity on him.&lt;br /&gt;But I also love him.&lt;br /&gt;Though I know what I do seem so irresposible,&lt;br /&gt;But I really still dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear is there,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I will lose him one day,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I will be sad to remember sweet memory,&lt;br /&gt;maybe one again I must face the loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;I just walk with this path,&lt;br /&gt;Though it's tired to walk against the wave,&lt;br /&gt;I will try..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114632190372000297?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114632190372000297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114632190372000297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_04_29_archive.html#114632190372000297' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114578673100207048</id><published>2006-04-23T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:57.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knew from the start to be with you is against my commitment as the servant of God.&lt;br /&gt;I am commited and I am like being chased by my own sin every night every day when I am with you. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday God has spoken so loud to me. I made a promised and I must do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah I am sad. I am feel so uncomfortable with my own decision. I can smile in front of you but my heart is crying. I cried to see smoking, to lose a best friends, and to lose someone I love so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I fall asleep for awhile, I am dreaming about you. I dreamt you beg me to be with you. But when I woke up, I know everything is already over between us. My head so pain, my stomach is uneasy. But all I want now is to say sorry and hopefully you can understand me. I wanted to make it clear to you. I love you but I am commited to my promise. I am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114578673100207048?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114578673100207048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114578673100207048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114578673100207048' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114564176436406022</id><published>2006-04-22T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:57.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working life is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is my first time experience a real working environment,&lt;br /&gt;where there is office politics,&lt;br /&gt;I am stress over this job, and it seems ppl do not understand why my job is so stressing. They are laughing at me for being stress.. if only they were in my shoes. TRY FIRST then u give your comment!&lt;br /&gt;Alot of worker there quit because cannot take the work pressure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly about my universities..&lt;br /&gt;During the time of application, I headache thinking of sending on how to send the application, get ready all the document needed, and money.&lt;br /&gt;Now when I got the offer, I cant decide what should I choose.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after I choose, I will think whether I have make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I schooling, I will ask myself, will this education help in my career..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must make decision!&lt;br /&gt;To be a good leader, I must be able to make a decision firmly, believe it and have faith in it. And of course, with the guidance of the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114564176436406022?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114564176436406022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114564176436406022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_04_22_archive.html#114564176436406022' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114495062994357226</id><published>2006-04-14T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:57.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No opinion, &lt;br /&gt;uncontrolled emotion,&lt;br /&gt;bitchy tought,&lt;br /&gt;unbelieveable stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Remedy - Jason Mraz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114495062994357226?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114495062994357226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114495062994357226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_04_14_archive.html#114495062994357226' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114485423293375707</id><published>2006-04-12T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:57.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sorry to make you sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114485423293375707?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114485423293375707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114485423293375707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_04_12_archive.html#114485423293375707' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114452019096306843</id><published>2006-04-09T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:57.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I am so retarded. Search about him on the net. I am crazy. I wondered if he ever miss me like I miss him. I wondered if he ever search for me like I am searching for him. Afterall, although I didnt contact him, but in my heart I am still hoping to be able to contact with him. Its not hard though. I got his email, his phone number, etc. &lt;br /&gt;But that wasnt my purpose. I just want to see if he still ever think of me. That love is gone just like tat? So easy?? But why I am still searching for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I am part of his life and vice versa. If that memory still linger in my mind, I believe he feel the same. Just to say.. I still miss and love him very much. Though I know he already become the different person. I hope You will safe and happy always. Though this is stupid this is pain and this is idiotic things to do, I cant lie that I think of him in everyday even after few years I didnt see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He like the pillow I used to lose. I want and still hope that the pillow I could get back. I love and feel so comfortable with it last time. But now if I get back, even I still want it, but when I get it back, it will be very different. It has changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I am still in his heart. And never forget me forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114452019096306843?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114452019096306843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114452019096306843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114452019096306843' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114442757053180563</id><published>2006-04-08T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:56.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was on the bike, I saw someone who looked like my ex. It was too blur as I didnt wear my specs and its dark at night. He was crossing the road and so near to the bike but stupid damage eyes, I cant see the face! The way he held the hp, the hair style, the body structure is very similar. The only difference, is the height, I think the person I saw is rather short. Well but so what! I cant do anything, no more contact, its too vivid. Maybe tat person might not be him, he might already be in US by now. So why bother thinking of this stupid chunk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114442757053180563?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114442757053180563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114442757053180563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_04_08_archive.html#114442757053180563' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114360624120193083</id><published>2006-03-29T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:56.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to repair this website for my personal website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about how this stupid blog is first launch. Why the heck I want to create this blog. And why the title of this blog is so ridiculous. Even some of my friends teased about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114360624120193083?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114360624120193083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114360624120193083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_03_29_archive.html#114360624120193083' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114235300563798834</id><published>2006-03-15T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:56.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nah..&lt;br /&gt;as expected what my holiday will like!&lt;br /&gt;and I just hate this kind of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait for the poly result,&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait for the university letter which is not sure when will they reply/get back to me&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait for any company/job agency to offer me a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO WAIT WAIT AND WAIT...&lt;br /&gt;and I feel so useless down here to wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone can give me any solution to go through another day with a smile on my face? without a nightmare when I slept? &lt;br /&gt;HIKss..... I feel so miserable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114235300563798834?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114235300563798834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114235300563798834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_03_15_archive.html#114235300563798834' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-114101642298902958</id><published>2006-02-27T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:56.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I have been out of my path&lt;br /&gt;I walk in the dark and my heart in chios&lt;br /&gt;Until He brought me back to my path again&lt;br /&gt;He let me realise my stand&lt;br /&gt;About who I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad He remind me&lt;br /&gt;I am glad He still care for me&lt;br /&gt;Just like the last time He care for me&lt;br /&gt;He never change&lt;br /&gt;He never far from me&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could make Him even more happier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-114101642298902958?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114101642298902958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/114101642298902958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_02_27_archive.html#114101642298902958' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-113777232498286091</id><published>2006-01-20T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:56.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today friends of mine are quarelling. They are a couple, a very cute lovely and funny. Looking at them makes me jealous and hoping to have a realation like them, who always laugh, so romantic (celebrating monthly anniversary), full of exciting surprise to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how sweet it looks, relationship is not an easy things to talk about. Its about love, heart, mind, brain, sacrisfying, emotion, tears, and share. Dont you wonder why the book "MARS AND VENUS" is so famous? Because male and female are different in many ways. And we are curious about each other. That curiousness make an excitement in relationship where each other try to fulfill each other need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand guy have to sacrisfy for the woman to send them, fetch them, pay for them, comform them etc. Guys love to hangout with their friends and tok whatever crap they have. &lt;br /&gt;For woman, we need to save all our time to that guys to respect rhat they already prepare a time for us. Gals never had enough to be embrace by the bf. Gals like the boy to do stupid things just for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno la! But it sad to see them like tat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-113777232498286091?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/113777232498286091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/113777232498286091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_01_20_archive.html#113777232498286091' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-113682930205889082</id><published>2006-01-10T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:55.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this child in the Sunday School. His name is Kevin and is known to be one of the naughtiest and rebellious boy. Every teacher seems to have give up on him and nobody care about him. He was running around outside and one of the teacher out of breath when trying to stop it and finally give up. She looked at me who happen to be there and asked me to look after that boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught him and gently talk to him and give me a candy. Surprisingly he listen and follow me. We have good time together with games and all his nonsense. Suddenly he asked me "What's your name?" I said "My name is Shelly!". And he replied back, "Why are you so kind?" I felt so touched and not sure what to answer. I just said "You are very kind too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared something unhappy happened to him at home. He got big eye bag, he is very thin and have a pale look. I hope he is fine. He said to me before he go home "I will come back again and play with you!" I hope to see him again! I hope I can make him feel that everyone does love him! God has given this honour to take care of him and I WILL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-113682930205889082?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/113682930205889082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/113682930205889082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2006_01_10_archive.html#113682930205889082' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-113146912769643930</id><published>2005-11-09T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:55.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder what happen this abadon website..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna to write something that I do not want to be read by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once lost someone I love so much..&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to search for someone to love me for who I am..&lt;br /&gt;And I found Jesus..&lt;br /&gt;As a human, I need a social love too..&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who I love. Somehow, these people disappoint me so much and make me wonder are they my friends? Who am I in their eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to be alone&lt;br /&gt;But I hate being lonely&lt;br /&gt;A joy melody tune that tremble my ear drum&lt;br /&gt;doesn't change my trouble heart&lt;br /&gt;I am here crying&lt;br /&gt;for a reason that I am still wondering&lt;br /&gt;My Juice brain is drying&lt;br /&gt;my heart is dying&lt;br /&gt;my life void&lt;br /&gt;at the moment of my unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be fine tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-113146912769643930?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/113146912769643930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/113146912769643930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2005_11_09_archive.html#113146912769643930' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110476616679631635</id><published>2005-01-03T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:55.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new blog at shellyofive.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;This blog will soon be history.. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-110476616679631635?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110476616679631635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110476616679631635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2005_01_03_archive.html#110476616679631635' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110275106797465732</id><published>2004-12-11T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:55.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.doodie.com/dman_buttons.swf&lt;br /&gt;http://www.whackyourboss.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-110275106797465732?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110275106797465732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110275106797465732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_12_11_archive.html#110275106797465732' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110269842596987305</id><published>2004-12-11T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:54.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fly Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qing chen de wei feng&lt;br /&gt;ru ci de ping fan&lt;br /&gt;kan shi jian dan wu qi qu san&lt;br /&gt;wen ruan yang guang zhong&lt;br /&gt;man man xing le guo lai&lt;br /&gt;zhun bei mian dui tiao zhan&lt;br /&gt;zai xing de shi ji&lt;br /&gt;gai pao kai guo qu&lt;br /&gt;shi hao shi huai yao fang de kai&lt;br /&gt;wang meng xiang de lu&lt;br /&gt;mei you xiang xiang jian dan&lt;br /&gt;wo hai yao geng yong gan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui yi jiu xiang xuan wo ta jiang wo la zou&lt;br /&gt;shi jian de zhong xiang qi wo bu gai dou liu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away bu guan liu xia duo shao yan lei&lt;br /&gt;jian chi xia qu de yong qi hai zai&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I will be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Fly away bu guan wei lai you duo kun nan&lt;br /&gt;wo reng ran neng gan jue xin tiao hai zai&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I will be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni De Wei Xiao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xi huan yong wo de yin diao&lt;br /&gt;chang chu ni de wei dao&lt;br /&gt;zhe yi miao you zhong gan jue tian mi de fa xiao&lt;br /&gt;yi bai zhong yan yu zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;ai you yi ge sheng dao&lt;br /&gt;cai ming liao shi ni de yan shen chuan lai de an hao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tai duo de xing fu bao dao&lt;br /&gt;pin cou ai de mei miao&lt;br /&gt;xiao yi xiao you ru ni huai li ran hou sa jiao&lt;br /&gt;bu xu yao bie ren lai jiao&lt;br /&gt;ba ai jin jin zhua lao&lt;br /&gt;zhe yi miao jue ding yong bao ni gei de mei hao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai qing shi ni du te de wei dao&lt;br /&gt;zai wo de xin zhong wei rao&lt;br /&gt;bie ren dou bu liao&lt;br /&gt;zhi you ni zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;yin wei ni shi jie bu zai dan diao&lt;br /&gt;wo de wei xiao ni ming bai jiu hen hao&lt;br /&gt;ni jiu xiang yue liang rai zhe gui dao&lt;br /&gt;yong bao she di qiu shan yao&lt;br /&gt;zai wo de xing qiu xie xia jing tan hao&lt;br /&gt;you le ni shi jie shen hun dian dao&lt;br /&gt;ni de wei xiao bian zhi le mei yi ge qi miao &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wo Men De Ai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui yi li xiang qi mo hu de xiao shi hou&lt;br /&gt;yun duo piao fu zai lan lan de tian kong&lt;br /&gt;na shi de ni shuo&lt;br /&gt;yao he wo shou qian shou&lt;br /&gt;yi qi zou dao shi jian de jin tou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cong ci yi hou wo dou bu gan tai tou kan&lt;br /&gt;fang fu wo de tian kong shi qu le yan se&lt;br /&gt;cong na yi tian qi&lt;br /&gt;wo wang ji le hu xi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan lei a yong yuan bu zai bu zai ku qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo men de ai&lt;br /&gt;guo le jiu bu zai hui lai&lt;br /&gt;zhi dao xian zai wo hai mo mo de deng dai&lt;br /&gt;wo men de ai wo ming bai&lt;br /&gt;yi bian cheng ni de fu dan&lt;br /&gt;zhi shi yong yuan wo dou fang bu kai&lt;br /&gt;zui hou de wen nuan&lt;br /&gt;ni gei de wen nuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu yao zai men ni shi fou ai wo&lt;br /&gt;xian zai wo xiang yao zi you tian kong&lt;br /&gt;yuan li kai zhe bei kun bang de shi jie&lt;br /&gt;bu zai ji mo wo&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/6492693-110269842596987305?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110269842596987305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110269842596987305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_12_11_archive.html#110269842596987305' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110269802049802315</id><published>2004-12-11T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:54.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just come back from KTV! SHIOK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ent.163.com/ent_2003/editor/media/try/040508/040508_243614.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow going Sunway.. Good thing? or bad thing going to happen? whatever it is..&lt;br /&gt;It will be adventerous.. MUAHAHA!!!!!!!&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/6492693-110269802049802315?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110269802049802315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110269802049802315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_12_11_archive.html#110269802049802315' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110261192169581459</id><published>2004-12-10T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:54.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I feel&lt;br /&gt;                -------------------so empty---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-110261192169581459?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110261192169581459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110261192169581459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_12_10_archive.html#110261192169581459' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110261144713532787</id><published>2004-12-10T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:54.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having an old friends is a wonderful things..&lt;br /&gt;Though so many things have change.. we kinda can click about everything..&lt;br /&gt;But if last time 3 of us hang out together..&lt;br /&gt;Now leaving 2 of us..&lt;br /&gt;I lost one..&lt;br /&gt;which I'll never see again..&lt;br /&gt;Even i knew completely about the contact..&lt;br /&gt;It just seem so far.. and so hurt to hear it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still having that feeling&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up, the first things come to my mind is you..&lt;br /&gt;yeah. tHat the saddest things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be over control by my own emotion.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I believe I had much a better life nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing one~ but I gain 10~&lt;br /&gt;That could be said as a good things&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened in this life.. Everything will get better everyday&lt;br /&gt;I am born to be adventure&lt;br /&gt;to taste all the bitterness and sweetness about this world&lt;br /&gt;friendship.. is adventurous..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-110261144713532787?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110261144713532787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110261144713532787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_12_10_archive.html#110261144713532787' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110199709730670308</id><published>2004-12-02T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:54.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday is coming soon.. I am so excited about it..&lt;br /&gt;Going to Sunway on 7 Dec.. wow.. If its boring, I will stay for 3 day.. If its exciting, I will stay up to 1 weeks! hahaaha.. Hope my money will be enough last for 1 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;And my friends told me about Redang Island.. Which actually was a beach of "Summer Holiday movie"... ITs so beautiful! I WILL GO THERE ONE DAY! DEFINATELY!!!!! OMG...&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful beach, beutiful sand, beautiful water, and the fresh air.. OMG! It just so exciting..&lt;br /&gt;I wish to go Thailand someday.. I never been there before.. I wan to go there for shopping and see the pretty gay.. YAY!!!! They are cute~ but fierce... &lt;br /&gt;Tommorow is the last day of school. Dont know why they dont want to come to school.. If me, I'm going to miss the school time~ ^^and CS.. haha..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-110199709730670308?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110199709730670308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110199709730670308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_12_02_archive.html#110199709730670308' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110139358610772170</id><published>2004-11-25T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:54.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met that Vietnam guy.. after long considerations.. He told me he just need 15 minutes to talk to me.. In the end almost 1 hour~&lt;br /&gt;Nice guy, handsome.. a little daring and funny guy..&lt;br /&gt;he taught me Vietnamese words.. It sound like "Emm Io Ainn" which mean I love you.. haha.. or "Toi Io Bath" mean I like you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel something not good in my class.. Something happening but I dont know about it.. Am I crazy.. Maybe just a stupid feeling.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-110139358610772170?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110139358610772170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110139358610772170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_11_25_archive.html#110139358610772170' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110121993866816240</id><published>2004-11-23T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:54.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I have class outing~&lt;br /&gt;But before that, I went to church.. surprisingly.. unexpected people are coming too..&lt;br /&gt;My brother normally very seldom come, suddenly agree to come. Charlton.. lol.. surprisingly agree when I asked him to come my church.. And Ervina.. wah.. so long never meet her.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;The class outing not bad~ only that haha.. we like touristwho just came to singapore.. Walk from orchard mrt to Cuppage back then to Cine to paragon and back to HMV! Wth.. my leg like cannot take it.. I already donot have enough rest for past few days.. And this is the first class outing with other gals~ haha.. I AM NOT ALONE ANYMORE! YuHoOo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday~ my off day...&lt;br /&gt;I whole day slack at home.. study in my dining room. The laptop in front of me, my pasta beside of me. I dont know took how long to finish the pasta~ 3 hours? In the end also never finish.. haha.. Then also got Yogurt and HL Milk.. wuah.. dunno what am I doing.. then chat chat with Jeremy.. Sending the stupid 6th ppt which never reach to him! WTH&lt;br /&gt;Then after I ate so much rubbish, I went toilet and throw everything out.. I sit in toilet and read the chicken soup book.. haha.. Shiok.. I like enjoying my life in the windy afternoon.. After finish my busines.. I slept for 2 hours.. with the laptop on and the music played non-stop for 2 hours..&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 o'clock and decided to swim~ been along time I didnt swim. I used to swim alot when I was young. At least once a week..^^&lt;br /&gt;Okok.. this is the exciting part..&lt;br /&gt;when I was swimming, a vietnamese guy come approach me and talk to me.. haha.. I could considered quite good looking. He told me he was a national footballer in Vietnamese.. In the end we exchange yahoo account and chat over internet..&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. I dont know what is in this Vietnamese thought.. but I definately wont fall to the same mistake as I did before~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night tat person chat with me.. There is a feeling of hate and love at the same times. But somehow~ the feeling not tat strong anymore.. Though I talked to him as thought I am very happy, I just trying to impress him I can move on~ &lt;br /&gt;we are friends now.. and forever will be~ &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/6492693-110121993866816240?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110121993866816240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110121993866816240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_11_23_archive.html#110121993866816240' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110094715576667446</id><published>2004-11-19T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:53.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quite a long time never blog..~ &lt;br /&gt;Thursday my class won 2nd place for the captain ball match! wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;What a surprise~ haiz.. but no money!!WTH~ &lt;br /&gt;nevermind~ can see the handsome boy~ hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Then wanted to go Bishan to eat Fried Oyster with Charlton..&lt;br /&gt;Why the shop close so fast?!?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;I wan to eat my Fried Oyster!!&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/6492693-110094715576667446?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110094715576667446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110094715576667446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_11_19_archive.html#110094715576667446' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110070574997626687</id><published>2004-11-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:53.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still very happy about this year bday~&lt;br /&gt;First time in the year people bought me 3 cakes..&lt;br /&gt;Yet with similar design but different taste..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just mean, they showing their love in different ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am touched..&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed this is the year that I spend more with my friends..&lt;br /&gt;And being quite opened to my friends.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel broken heart and fall in love at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. thats what I felt.. So I one second sad one second happy..&lt;br /&gt;This kind of emotion makes me exhausted..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my friend was right.. it is good to be an emotionless person..&lt;br /&gt;To be a heartless person~&lt;br /&gt;The world is just about ME and ME.. to have the selfish worlf of ME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6492693-110070574997626687?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110070574997626687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110070574997626687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_11_17_archive.html#110070574997626687' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110023211956515463</id><published>2004-11-13T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:53.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I write this blog~ My head still abit pain~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;This morning I received oversea call.. I dunno who is calling~&lt;br /&gt;Twice.. I missed one.. and another one like dc..&lt;br /&gt;Its definately not from my family coz I asked them.&lt;br /&gt;But to whoever it is.. I waiting for someone call..&lt;br /&gt;Though it just a stupid hope~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so many people who care for me~&lt;br /&gt;WHy should I think of someone who never even think of me!!! STUPID SHELLY!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to Christmas's celebration.. haha.. I very happY!&lt;br /&gt;Can praise Him the day before my bday..&lt;br /&gt;ThaNks Lord! I Love YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman thanks for the Gift!^^ My Jet Li! yuhuUUU!!&lt;br /&gt;Meity~ thanks for everything~ You come Singapore just few hours still got time to pass the present to me~ I really dunno what to saY~ I feel very touch~ GBU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received few message from my old friends.. &lt;br /&gt;I am so pleased that they still have my number and they remembered my bday!&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of them.. They are so precious to me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going back Batam to celebrate my Bday with my family!&lt;br /&gt;They are the most important part of my life~ &lt;br /&gt;Being with them and having them is like the biggest blessing I got!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-110023211956515463?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110023211956515463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110023211956515463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_11_13_archive.html#110023211956515463' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110010395969004601</id><published>2004-11-10T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:53.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually my class really piss me off!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to Norman I lied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I prayed and said whatever happen today is Your plan!&lt;br /&gt;So when everyone in the class saying not free! I feel rather disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God dun wan me to let me spend the money to treat u guys.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;Then just when I feel rather down, William called me asking whether I want to go and watch LEwIS live-show! coz he got FREE ticket to media-corp..&lt;br /&gt;JUst few minutes after tat, my sister msg me saying my mom and her coming to singapore asking weather i wan to join them shopping! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Thats great! God's plan is the best man!&lt;br /&gt;Well I choose to go with my mom and sis.. I miss them so much~&lt;br /&gt;And I am so happy to see them~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another things.. I received a present from William and JianFei! Wohoo.. I love the presents very much.. William u should get me the male toy with tat thing shake! haha.. You Lied!!!! &lt;br /&gt;JianFei give me the HelloKitty book so cute.. Thanks ALot!&lt;br /&gt;I love You Guys!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-110010395969004601?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110010395969004601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110010395969004601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_11_10_archive.html#110010395969004601' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-110009903662013184</id><published>2004-11-10T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:53.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually wanna blog on tat day which is~ Monday..&lt;br /&gt;I was in the bus.. feeling very down.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking why my life so bored, like nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;Why I live for? What is my purpose of living??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that moment I look at the window of the bus..&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Christmas decoration is already up on show..&lt;br /&gt;Christmas season can be felt all around..&lt;br /&gt;And something like whispering me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christmas is a celebration of the GOD's son who already come to earth"&lt;br /&gt;"When Yesus alive, his life is not fun at all"&lt;br /&gt;"He is a son of GOD but he have to go through all the pain"&lt;br /&gt;"His life is to Suffer because of human's sin"&lt;br /&gt;"What about my life?"&lt;br /&gt;"I am living help more human to be safe"&lt;br /&gt;"If Yesus want to suffer and work so hard not to against any GOD's rule"&lt;br /&gt;"Because he want to be back in Heaven"&lt;br /&gt;"and because he know how good is heaven"&lt;br /&gt;"And he know very well how torturing is the hell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my life so meaningful after realising about it..&lt;br /&gt;Well some people who read this may feel funny..&lt;br /&gt;Or even think I am too religionist..&lt;br /&gt;But these I so real and I feel His Love Everyday..&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to know him from young.. &lt;br /&gt;Yes He always with me.. from now and forever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-110009903662013184?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110009903662013184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/110009903662013184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_11_10_archive.html#110009903662013184' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109966834500473223</id><published>2004-11-05T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:53.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a lonely girl staying at home alone~ &lt;br /&gt;Listen to the song that keep spinning on my head~&lt;br /&gt;Though I hate lyrics, but the music sound good~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to McDonalds' for breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;Honestly its been quite along time I didnt step into McDonalds'..&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what in my life going on nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;But honestly it so much meaningful than those day..&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to walk back..&lt;br /&gt;Focus on long-term than feel sorry for yourself in short-term..&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/6492693-109966834500473223?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109966834500473223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109966834500473223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_11_05_archive.html#109966834500473223' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109966070103286286</id><published>2004-11-05T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:53.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1ST LADI LYRICS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Be Replaced &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you and i'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to boy I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;All the love we make can never be erase&lt;br /&gt;And i promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you and I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to boy I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;All the love we make can never be erase&lt;br /&gt;And i promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you yes i do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me too&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time &lt;br /&gt;From the day I met you &lt;br /&gt;I know we've be together&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I wanna be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I wanna marry you and i wanna have your kids&lt;br /&gt;Thinking never compare to feel enough to kisses&lt;br /&gt;I can say i'm truly happy to the same&lt;br /&gt;You've made me think I'll die and live my life hesitate&lt;br /&gt;There's never been no doubt in my mind &lt;br /&gt;That i'll regret ever having you by my side &lt;br /&gt;But if the day come that i'll have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I think that something I should probadly let you know&lt;br /&gt;With everything that i spent with you &lt;br /&gt;Then i will miss you cuz i'm happy that i have you at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for you yes i do &lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me to &lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-109966070103286286?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109966070103286286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109966070103286286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_11_05_archive.html#109966070103286286' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109958548541419513</id><published>2004-11-05T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:53.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just now I meet Pearlin~~!!!! So great to meet her again after a very long~~~~ time.. She said I am getting skinnier?! WoW! Is that true?? Is that a compliment or just a nonsense? Well.. I love it anyway.. haha.. But honestly I dont feel i'm getting skinnier, I am getting fatter and fatter! And NORMAN! You makes me grow fatter!!!! OMG..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then I watch Shark Tale.. QUite nice but not consider very nice! Nemo is much better and funnier.. wow.. I got a long list of movie that I want to watch.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;erm erm.. today eating dim sum~! yay.. it taste wonderful~~ I am full now but my saliva running out whenever i think of the dim sum~!!!! YuMMyYyY! &lt;br /&gt;I getting sleepy.. I need to sleep.. I only got 7 hours to sleep! I need more time to sleep!! I wann to dream playing in Gold Coast beach with handsome guy!Wohoo..!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. Gud nite..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-109958548541419513?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109958548541419513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109958548541419513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_11_05_archive.html#109958548541419513' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109955060478892421</id><published>2004-11-04T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:52.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.. i need something to insipre me to be more lively.. What can it be?? &lt;br /&gt;Today my off day~ I woke up at 12:00.. satisfies my sleep.. Been a long time didnt get a chance to wake u late..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday talking to a friend about clubbing.. I miss those time but I think I should get back to those stuff anymore.. Everything jus seem very different..&lt;br /&gt;What should I Do????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home and sleep eat sleep eat sleep eat!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-109955060478892421?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109955060478892421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109955060478892421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_11_04_archive.html#109955060478892421' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109862597423806795</id><published>2004-10-24T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:52.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday - Going out with Kok, Charlton and Randy at Fort Canning. I never been there before.. Nice experience. Very romantic place.. maybe next time I will come there again with someone special^^.. The rain spoil everything.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Gou out eat at Thai Express. My Fav restorant right now^^.. But too bad after I ate the food, my stomach cannot handle the sour and spicy food. I think my stomach is breakdown! I have to cancel my plan to go out buy present because I need toilet.. I keep going in and out for almost 5 times.. So tired.. Lucky I keep my comic book in toilet.. hehe.. Then I can read it^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Going to church. Been a lot time not going Bethany. I miss it. Today Father teach about Prayer(Power, Recharge, Authority, Yielding, Effective weapon, Reward).&lt;br /&gt;Then going to bbq! ^^ so great having bbq with my second family.. Actually having them as my second family is great! They are so warm and caring.. I love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-109862597423806795?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109862597423806795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109862597423806795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109862597423806795' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109862464966757634</id><published>2004-10-24T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:52.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he is attached.. I dont know until this second.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-109862464966757634?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109862464966757634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109862464966757634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109862464966757634' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109763553053232043</id><published>2004-10-13T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:52.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One week trip to Yogya was FUN! I enjoyed it very much! This was my first time to travel alone.. ^^ I went there doing alot wonderful stuff with my 2 lovely cousins! They were making me so much happier after I return from this trip! This going to be unforgettable trip!!^^ Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;Well let me start from the airport. I was taking a cheap airplane name as Lion Air. What I remembered is the food sucks, the services suck, unpleasant journey, and the plane was just a damn dirty one. Just before I sat, I saw the chair was wet! I dont know weather the sit was pee by previous passengers or the stewardes drop the water.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was fetch my cousin called Vellin. She brought her bf along. muahaha.. so I can safe money because I didnt have to pay for TAXI.^^&lt;br /&gt;Then I stayed on her room instead of staying in hotel. Though my mom gave me a cash which be used to rent a hotel. But staying in her room will be a better decision because I can chat with her and easily go out with her. AND I AM NOT LONELY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Candi Borobudur!But to go there, I have to book the car. My cousin and me search in newspaper. And luckily we get it at a reasonable price. And my cousin's friend drove the car. Definately a great sight seeing. All the Buddha statue was engraved in details. Then got the duppa(the stick that people pray). It so nice smell.. very relaxing and just like a therapy candle.. At the also full of tourist from other country. I saw a lot japanese, korea, westerner.. wow.. nice view.. handsome guy were all over the place. hehe.. Then we took photoes.. I think I took the most picture.. &lt;br /&gt;Then from Candi Borobudur.. we go to Kaliwurang. Kaliwurang famous for the mountain view. It also famous for the ghost story down there. Most people admitted have seen the ghost in there. But on that day when I went, the electricity was down. So its so dark. So we decided to have dinner at the nearby stall which also in total darkness. We eat with the candle on! haha.. The stall is so old and dirty. As I eat, some insect.. I never seen tat kind of insect before. It just drop from the roof! So disgusting.. I almost cried. When the food arrive, it was called soto.. I expect to see noodlee. But this soto come with rice. SO it looked like having a rice in the soup~~ Disgusting??hehe.. but it delicious coz I am so hungry on tat time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. Actually it still long story about this yogya Trip.. I will continue later.. ^^Weirdly... I didnt see any ghost at Kaliwurang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today talking to my classmate about those gay.. That was just a funny things to chat about. They are so funny making those expression and action. But we really have a good laugh at it. &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/6492693-109763553053232043?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109763553053232043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109763553053232043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_10_13_archive.html#109763553053232043' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109540696141255088</id><published>2004-09-18T06:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:52.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I began to enjoy myself staying at home. I felt so much different nowadays. I love being on my bed.. enjoy listen and sing non-stop.. haha.. Maybe I already began to love myself! Yeah I learn how to love myself! I am not going to let anything anyone control myself! Noway man! unless.. my God and parents.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;They are so important to me! Yeah! I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss all my friends in Singapore.. ^^ Hope they enjoyed their holiday as much as I do.. And hope they miss me too.. \(^-^)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.. quarrel with my sis.. Am I not being a gud sister? Hmm.. I can become very angry when my own family trying to be so calculative to me.. I dont want MONEY take over my family peace! Some how I fear that it might happened one day. Money, Love and Power always make people crazy.. make people lost their mind.. and do stupid action.&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/6492693-109540696141255088?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109540696141255088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109540696141255088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_09_18_archive.html#109540696141255088' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109525883926139584</id><published>2004-09-16T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:51.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going PS for 'Class Outing' which turn out to be 3 persons outing.. WTH! Arg... Nvm, at least there are still some outing, some leaving memory left behind. TN0504B is ended on Tuesday, 14 Sept 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Have some fun with Charlton and Norman! Watch MAN ON FIRE.. not bad.. but my leg kept trembling. So cold in cinema..&lt;br /&gt;Play pool.. Norman pro sia!! Then Charlton act stupid! Also so pro! &lt;br /&gt;Well glad to go out with them. Notice they are very gentle and caring guy! haha.. Hopefully this one not acted. What a pity.. I lost my Hp. In arcade! WHOSE THAT PERSON STOLE MY HP! THE HP SO lau ya also wan to take! I lost all my contact number!! HIKsss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today stay at home.. My body all aching because of Monday's training. I remembered I didnt do warm up. No wonder all my muscle so aching. Plus today.. feel so sick. My whole body so cold. I off the AC and covered with blanket still very cold. &lt;br /&gt;Then my maid give me JAMU(traditional medicine)! But it really works. I feel much better after that.. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rest awhile at home I go to UWC. Come there just became the spectator.. WTH. If I knew, i wouldnt come anyway.. But nice game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6492693-109525883926139584?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109525883926139584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109525883926139584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_09_16_archive.html#109525883926139584' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109512799735609334</id><published>2004-09-14T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:51.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"My Happy Ending"  &lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk this over&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we're dead&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I did?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something You said?&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging&lt;br /&gt;In a city so dead&lt;br /&gt;Held up up so high &lt;br /&gt;On such a breakable thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your dumb friends&lt;br /&gt;I know what they say&lt;br /&gt;They tell you I'm difficult&lt;br /&gt;But so are they&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know me&lt;br /&gt;Do they even know you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things you hide from me&lt;br /&gt;All the shit that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know you were there&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acting like you cared&lt;br /&gt;And making me feel like I was the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching as I fall&lt;br /&gt;And letting me know we were done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&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/6492693-109512799735609334?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109512799735609334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109512799735609334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_09_14_archive.html#109512799735609334' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109505538219470267</id><published>2004-09-13T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:51.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received a call this morning.. But nobody talking. Hm.. It makes me curious, but maybe my guess is right.. I dont know..&lt;br /&gt;But I know that person is always care for me.. Or maybe my guess is worng.. Haha.. Sometimes my imagination is just too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Today so fed up! I thought I will spend time going out with my aunts and cousin today. But I cannot even call them. I guess their phone doesnt support roaming. In the end stay at home.. Hm.. Should I go for bball training or buy camera with my sister??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday is so near... Wish I could enjoy my holiday! I'm going to YogYakarta! Yuhu!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can stay at aircon room.. I heard not much aircon is being used there.. &lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-109505538219470267?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109505538219470267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109505538219470267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_09_13_archive.html#109505538219470267' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109460706045938055</id><published>2004-09-08T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:51.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went too swensen for dinner.. The food is so sucky! I ordered the fish and chips! It was tasteless.. and the not very well cooked! WTH.. and the chili sause, was a cheap brand and puih puih..and the service suck! 3 managers and 2 waitress.. -.-" What for so many managers??&lt;br /&gt;Even foodcourt food taste much better than this Swensen!&lt;br /&gt;So dont ever try to go to Bishan's Swensen! YOU WILL REGRET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night when I came home, I on my TV. Watch the channel 8 show. I noticed the show is a rather ridiculous. The stories is all about the broken-heart MAN! Its rather pathetic because in real life, there are not much guy who would cry for love. &lt;br /&gt;And for right now, I even believe there is no TRUE LOVE! Love is just an emotion created by your own mind! &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/6492693-109460706045938055?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109460706045938055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109460706045938055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_09_08_archive.html#109460706045938055' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109393034334206608</id><published>2004-08-31T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:51.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RELATIONSHIP SUKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-109393034334206608?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109393034334206608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109393034334206608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_08_31_archive.html#109393034334206608' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109387933438409265</id><published>2004-08-30T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:51.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ruangan apa di mana kamu tidak bisa bersembunyi?&lt;br /&gt;In what kind of room you are unable to hide?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ikan di laut gak pernah habis?&lt;br /&gt;Why the fish in e sea will never end?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa hujan kalo turun gak satu tetes demi satu tetes?&lt;br /&gt;Why the rain poured, not drop by drop?&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&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/6492693-109387933438409265?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109387933438409265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109387933438409265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_08_30_archive.html#109387933438409265' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109379374486911825</id><published>2004-08-29T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:51.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thats The Way It Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read your mind and I know your story&lt;br /&gt;I see what you're going through, yeah&lt;br /&gt;It's an uphill climb and I'm feeling sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I know it will come to you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Don't surrender&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can win&lt;br /&gt;In this thing called love ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you question me&lt;br /&gt;For a simple answer&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say, no&lt;br /&gt;But it's plain to see, if you stick together&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find the way, yeah&lt;br /&gt;So don't surrender&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can win&lt;br /&gt;In this thing called love ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life is empty&lt;br /&gt;With no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And loneliness starts to call&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't worry, forget your sorrow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love's gonna conquer it all&lt;br /&gt;All... ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus(***)&lt;br /&gt;When you want it the most there's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to go and your heart's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-109379374486911825?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109379374486911825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109379374486911825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109379374486911825' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109345101409793470</id><published>2004-08-26T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:50.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;W.H.Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you change in such a short time..&lt;br /&gt;Why do you behave that way..&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to beg you..&lt;br /&gt;Why do I cry for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why beautiful things, have to be paid expensive..&lt;br /&gt;Why beautiful memory can never be back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always look behind..&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so empty..&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to think about you..&lt;br /&gt;Why do I lost myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am no longer who I am..&lt;br /&gt;Why you no longer who you are..&lt;br /&gt;Why time could make so much changes..&lt;br /&gt;WHY THIS LIFE IS SO UNEXPECTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when I begin to trust, you lie..&lt;br /&gt;Why when I fall when you walk away..&lt;br /&gt;Why when I ask you did not reply..&lt;br /&gt;Why when everything gone, you want it back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I dont see what you see..&lt;br /&gt;Why I dont understand what you think..&lt;br /&gt;Why I am so blind of my surrounding..&lt;br /&gt;Why nightmare is still on my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"IF PEOPLE COULD DO IT, WHY NOT YOU!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-109345101409793470?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109345101409793470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109345101409793470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_08_26_archive.html#109345101409793470' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109327507701194635</id><published>2004-08-23T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:50.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog full of problem.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the song.. Sometimes u could listen.. Sometimes not.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly the picture.. -.-" Why cannot see the picture?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly.. I guess the tagBoard isn't working well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this inconvenience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I read the book "The Lost Boy" within a day.. Sometimes I wondered, Why GOD give some people have to go through very painful days for years.. &lt;br /&gt;If I had to go through all that.. I dont think I would survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think to love is happier..?&lt;br /&gt;Or to be loved is happier..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-109327507701194635?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109327507701194635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109327507701194635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_08_23_archive.html#109327507701194635' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109291756499568493</id><published>2004-08-19T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:50.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img scr="http://www.geocities.com/snow_flower_angel/Poster.jpg" width="124" height="175" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.. My first ever Poster! ^^ Any comment~~??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-109291756499568493?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109291756499568493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109291756499568493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_08_19_archive.html#109291756499568493' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-109265644647716960</id><published>2004-08-17T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:50.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ haha.. I suppose to come out with a new design.. just too bad I didnt manage to create one nice design.. and I dun have much time either..&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna to share with all my friends out there. Since yesterday when I step out from the church, I got a very strange feeling that something going to happen on me.The church's song keep winding in my mind.. At night I prayed longer than normally I do.. And yes.. I can sleep very well.. &lt;br /&gt;In the morning when I get up.. I was still feeling down.. I prayed alittle before I read the bible.. &lt;br /&gt;When I read the bible.. God seemed to answer every question that I long for.. Every word that I read just touched me.. And I realised my life is worth so much than just being sad!&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna share one quote that really teach me and blow my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Anger will invite devil come to your life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened on me. When I angry, I cannot sleep well, I no longer have peaceful mind and heart. My tought was full of negative things.. Well now I dont want that anger continously lead my life.. I will live.. in peace! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-109265644647716960?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109265644647716960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/109265644647716960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_08_17_archive.html#109265644647716960' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108996448131861903</id><published>2004-07-16T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:50.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>^^ My poor blog.. I only visited it when I feel damn bored.. Haha.. So hopefully I always had a great day when I didnt write my blog.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Jason! Nice to meet u again in Singapore ^^ Yay almost&amp;nbsp;4 years we didnt meet.. You didnt change much huh?! still that plum friendly and Mr.Joker! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Meity! I miss you alot man! We only meet for 2 hours? omg.. haiz.. You stay for almost 1 week in singapore and I just managed to meet you for 2 hours.. So sad.. I promised to visit Sunway next time ^-^ Make sure you bring me around yeah?! &lt;br /&gt;I didnt expect to meet Paulus at that moment! I tot it was meity's bf.. haha.. He still very ladylike and.. haha Fussy.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;I am just so glad that I able to meet my old friends after sometimes.. I dont wan to lose any of my friends till end of my life.. haha.. wTh..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;My missing cousin havent return home yet. She run away for almost 2 weeks already. People help me in praying.. for her to return home. Her mom is just like my mom. I've been so sad seeing her depressed lately. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108996448131861903?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108996448131861903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108996448131861903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_07_16_archive.html#108996448131861903' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108970216772846934</id><published>2004-07-13T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:49.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need some sleeping pill &lt;img src="http://www.kao-ani.com/assets/pillpalls/emilypil.gif" border="0" width="17" height="35"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Can someone please give me?!!??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108970216772846934?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108970216772846934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108970216772846934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_07_13_archive.html#108970216772846934' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108947150674942767</id><published>2004-07-10T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:49.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made the most difficult decision in my life today.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so painful when I realised I did it.. But its too late totake my words back..&lt;br /&gt;I did regret for a few minutes. I cry for sometimes.. Being hurt for sometimes.. Until my friends kept saying.. that i lose nothing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My decision is correct in all ways.. Nothing is seems wrong. I make a choice that could make both party happier.. in the future..and others around too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to pass tonight with a new dream.. Good dream.. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for William for always helping me.. Thanks for my brother and sisters who love me and to GOD who always make my mind open.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I BELIEVE I CAN BE A BETTER PERSON TOMORROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108947150674942767?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108947150674942767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108947150674942767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_07_10_archive.html#108947150674942767' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108927552648545931</id><published>2004-07-08T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:49.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so stressed up with myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from my nightmare every night.. These few days always wake up in the middle of the night and feel so sad. And I could just cry hysterically like a mad gal.. I feel really lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I totally lost about the JAVA UT. I knew I will flunk this test.. The lowest grade I'll ever see. I already try hard yesterday to stay and learn as much as I can from the workshop but at home I just couldnt help my self to have rest. I was trying to stay awake by reading the newspaper but my eyes were painful. So I off the light and fall asleep till 2 o'clock. I woke up.. stare blanking on the ceiling and all the sad memory comes back to my mind. That is the worse time in my day.. everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at my childhood, I always had a nightmare where I will suddenly woke up at 5 o'clock because falling from a my house's stair. It always a shock wake up. These this is no longer in me since I was secondary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now.. the dream is worse than I had previously.. (I had no guts to tell anyone about it)... Lets remain it as a mistery for the readers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would said that today was my unlucky day. I did YA powerpoint for 2 days.. and this morning I completely delete that without my knowledge. WHen I realise it was not longer in my lappy.. I have to redo everything again... Saddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get some rest within this week. This few days have been so tiring for me. But no matter how tired am I, I'll still woke up in the middle of the night. Just remember it make me feel so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oversea friends are coming to Singapore. I hope I could accompany them while they're here. I treassure a lot my friendship. I hope I could always be bring a little happiness to others. Maybe in that way, my family will get the good fortune from others too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108927552648545931?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108927552648545931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108927552648545931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_07_08_archive.html#108927552648545931' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108848760060149243</id><published>2004-06-29T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:49.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time never write my blog.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting school seems quite good as I get quite gud mark for the UT. But another test is coming makes me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having some stupid disease right now which makes me eat very bitter medicine everyday. The medicine coz my stomach feel so weird as thought something crawling inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad yesterday about someone who is leaving abroad soon. Strangely on my sadness I still can comfort some of my friends who are having trouble. I fell so much better after I help my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times goes by.. Hope I can help myself out of my own misery that I created!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108848760060149243?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108848760060149243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108848760060149243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_06_29_archive.html#108848760060149243' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108635747186002142</id><published>2004-06-04T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe.. lazy update my blog. I visit gunbound more than my blog. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just wanna say that I already found my lost bag! What a miracle.. The taxi driver is so kind! ^^ Thanks to him.. and I believe GOD listen to my pray. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two days ago I make a cookies. I'm so happy that they said it nice. I make it about three can. And now left one can.. haha ^^ I will learn to do more cookies during my holidays! YeyYe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then today go and shopping2.. Haha^^ and I realise HOW FAT AM I! OmG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~ I'll having my holiday from tomorrow! ^^ Wish me not getting fatter coz the food in BATAM so delicious.. I can hardly resist it..  T.T ~~~ &lt;br /&gt;Wish everyone a happy holiday!!! \(^-^)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108635747186002142?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108635747186002142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108635747186002142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_06_04_archive.html#108635747186002142' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108597232495381766</id><published>2004-05-31T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:49.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya! hm.. nowadays no more internet connection at home..&lt;br /&gt;Melissa &amp; Anish(my housemates) are moving house today.. leave me alone! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from bible camp! The camp are great! Many of us received multiple blessing and its very amazing. Hm.. I just hope I'm not a crossless Christian anymore from right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm very forgetful nowadays. Just a few days a go I lost my handphone. Yesterday when I took taxi to go home, I leave my bag on the car's booth. =.=" so sad.. Lost a lot things within this months. My housemate, my things.. hope no more things will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test is coming.. Holiday is coming too \(^-^)/YuhuU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108597232495381766?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108597232495381766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108597232495381766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_05_31_archive.html#108597232495381766' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108573355845195597</id><published>2004-05-28T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:48.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a long time I didnt touch my blog.&lt;br /&gt;From last night onwards, I cant play internet at home anymore because my housemate had unsubscibe the maxonline. SAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just realise without internet at home makes my life so boring. So right now before I went home, I write my journal fist.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;coz I'm going to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have bible camp. \(^-^)/ Hope I can enjoy this holiday!! &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/6492693-108573355845195597?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108573355845195597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108573355845195597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_05_28_archive.html#108573355845195597' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108539698170159553</id><published>2004-05-24T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:48.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I lost my handphone!! My 7250 LOST!&lt;br /&gt;T.T I was accompany my brother to have my breakfast. Then we hurried coz we late for the church! And I didnt notice that I left my hp it there... When I realise my hp no with me I return.. but it had gone!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today making cable.. till my hand all so painful..~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108539698170159553?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108539698170159553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108539698170159553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_05_24_archive.html#108539698170159553' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108494488690940624</id><published>2004-05-19T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:48.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>^-^ I watched TROY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img scr="http://us.ent4.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/troy/troy_releaseposter" border="0" width="250" height="160"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! It was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;Dont miss to watch this! The warrior fight for woman they love!&lt;br /&gt;^0^ Plus all the handsome actor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108494488690940624?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108494488690940624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108494488690940624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_05_19_archive.html#108494488690940624' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108477401000066985</id><published>2004-05-17T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:48.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm just being release from hospital today. Feel so good to be at home again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before I forgot to take out my contact lens. I sleep with it. The contact lens might be dirty and dry. &lt;br /&gt;Morning when I woke up, I realise my left eye very pain. I can hardly open my eye. My eye was red like bleeding. At first I thought I'll be fine after I took out my lens and had a little more nap. I woke up at 3 pm. And my eyes getting worse. My tears kept flowing out of my control.&lt;br /&gt;Then I rush to the SGH.. emergency.. The doctor scolded me continuously: "How could you treat your eyes like this?!!, @%^#@#$%^!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. then they said I must be hospitalised. What a weekend. Spend on hospital.. =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108477401000066985?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108477401000066985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108477401000066985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_05_17_archive.html#108477401000066985' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108420307694178192</id><published>2004-05-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:48.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the last day of SLC.. =.=| Feel rather sad.. coz gonna to miss their crap! ^-^ ANyWaY GuYs GrEat JoB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. but the trouble is not fiNish! Tomorrow I'll having my basketball training! Omg.. Tml gonna be the hell! Running plus gym.. nevermind. I must be disipline to myself so that I can diet.. muuaAAaHAHAHA!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what to do for the YA project! Anyway.. I think this time we really going to make a lost. Just hpoe there will be miracle.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need supporter to buy my drinks on THURSDAY 13 MaY 2004!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108420307694178192?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108420307694178192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108420307694178192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_05_10_archive.html#108420307694178192' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108400824514089796</id><published>2004-05-08T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:48.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://image.allrecipes.com//global/features/2315.gif" border="0" width="125" height="140"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother DaY CoMinG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a mother. Chances are, this woman has lovingly prepared, served and cleaned up after thousands upon thousands of delicious and nourishing meals for you. Now's the time to show her just how much you appreciate all she's done for you over the years by showering her with love every moment, presenting her with custom-made gifts, and cooking especially for her this Mother's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108400824514089796?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108400824514089796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108400824514089796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_05_08_archive.html#108400824514089796' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108395122811152235</id><published>2004-05-08T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:48.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so great to know SLC group.. I didnt know why, but this is the first time I enjoy very much doing project.. ^-^ Thanks a lot guys! Well, this project almost over. I hope we still keep in touch yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today went to KTV.. most of the time not singing.. but throwing the food here and there.. The place became so disgusting. One of my friend vomitted when he laugh too much.. yuckS! I dunno how the worker going to clean all that..&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/6492693-108395122811152235?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108395122811152235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108395122811152235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_05_08_archive.html#108395122811152235' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108376893422696059</id><published>2004-05-05T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:47.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was broken heart...&lt;br /&gt;Someone is leaving me...&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to face the day.. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm just too scare..&lt;br /&gt;To bear with the pain and loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just feeling so sad.. that I could thing of anything. I tried to find something funny, something makes me happy, but.. I cant....... I.... cant.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108376893422696059?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108376893422696059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108376893422696059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_05_05_archive.html#108376893422696059' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108359982061106566</id><published>2004-05-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:47.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Starting Day Of Year 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad. RP now become more alive with many people everywhere, new faces and new troubles.&lt;br /&gt;I think today RP badluck. The opening of school day also the beginning spread of virus. Where all the new students just get their laptop and already being attack by the virus.. Haizz.. pity them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.. Tomorrow cant wake up at 11 am already. So sad..&lt;br /&gt;I hate wake up early, but at least it is better than being boring. I cant take it..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing very interesting today, only feel quite happy seeing friends again after 1 month break. Well, miss the wild of the old class.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108359982061106566?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108359982061106566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108359982061106566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_05_03_archive.html#108359982061106566' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108342410082389527</id><published>2004-05-01T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:47.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Due to the complain that being posted in tag. I'll update my blog as often as possible. ^-^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just return to Singapore this afternoon. That's why I didn't write this blog for so long.. Well, this is a very bored holiday! Cause I didn't get a job! And I didn't plan what I should do! In the end, I spend my holiday like a waste of time.. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;And school starting soon.. my flu is not recover yet! I'm going to spread this virus to whole RP students.. :Phehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my holiday on Batam, I learn how to make some cookies.. haha! taste great! Anyone wanna try?! sorry.. It's finished! my sisters and cousin ate all the cookies in 15 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got bad luck about my face. I went for this facial. Who knows that their product is just not suit my skin! AND not my face like monster. All the pimples are red and pop out! So scary.. :( I am so frustrated.. Pray for me so that it will be back to normal.. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108342410082389527?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108342410082389527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108342410082389527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108342410082389527' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108270453948170924</id><published>2004-04-23T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:47.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;TA 0202(2003) Outing Class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I really went out with my bunch of TA 0202 students . I would say, it is quite an interstig day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun cycling and play the monkey ball in east coast..&lt;br /&gt;-.-" But all I can remember now is that 'genius cat '.. This is the first in my life time I saw A CAT BULLY PEOPLE... and then my friend(ham") keep shouting, running nowhere.. and cried.. -.-" while William and Jeremy keep chasing the cat away from us... What a nightmare.. I think that cat will remember us forever.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night cant really sleep. Although I have take a tough shower, but still the sand like still all over me.. And the bone on my butt.. Was so pain.. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a rest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108270453948170924?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108270453948170924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108270453948170924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_04_23_archive.html#108270453948170924' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108222784472018291</id><published>2004-04-18T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:46.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe.. my blog is not very updated compare to my diary. The sad thing about blog is I cant draw what I like and sketch sketch. The sad thing about diary is I'm tired to write cause actually got a lot things to express out! &lt;br /&gt;Since RP donot make the students practise their handwriting, I make it as my homework to write diary. I wrote a diary for myself, for my sister and "someone".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ccs.neu.edu/home/jefchan/MSC1332/vng.jpg" border="0" width="125" height="93"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was invited to have a dinner with an actor! Can you believe that??!! It was my first time to have dinner with someone famous in informal way. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I didnt know why my friend invited me which I feel... I wasn't the one he should invite. I still amazed by how friendly he was towards us. He just seem like a normal person. I cant belive it! I watch a lot of his movie and this is an unexpected day that I could meet him!!!!!!! WHAT A DAYY!!&lt;br /&gt;I think that is the good thing about having an International friends. Well i am quite happy that my friends are not proud rich children as many of them are came from a very rich family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm! Now I know why I couldnt sleep already. Because I was just to excited to forget about this special moment!! haha.. I dont need to buy the VIP seat to have a dinner with an actor. hohoho!!! Now I think I can go to bed! Oh Yeahhh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108222784472018291?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108222784472018291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108222784472018291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108222784472018291' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108079303743845661</id><published>2004-04-01T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:46.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HappY HAppY.. Today No lesson.. No Training.. Whole day can slack in sch      \(^-^)/ what a LazY daY! &lt;br /&gt;I was On my diet day.. Already try hard 2 days skip dinner.. Hmm... Do u see my fats getting less?? Hope so.. -.-|| I tried very hard to control.. my mouth and hand.&lt;br /&gt;Today Thursday.. Tomorrow Friday and then.....!!!!! WEEKEND!!! HoRAY!&lt;br /&gt;Wuah.. cant wait to enjoy my weekend.. with long sleep, enjoyable day.. &lt;br /&gt;Any other news.. I'll update... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. I heard a good news in Radio station.&lt;br /&gt;Sex can make you clever!!!!!! because it actually excite your brain so that it works faster. &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; so i guess all the genius are also sex-lover.. haha.. ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108079303743845661?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108079303743845661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108079303743845661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108079303743845661' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492693.post-108060856265155248</id><published>2004-03-30T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:34:46.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Headache.. headache..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last night skip my tuition... watch DVD "Godfather".. Cool politician movie.. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why people love politics. Their well-known for well-known people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting sleep after this.. Well, a good news i heard this morning in the radio! Sex could make you smarter because it excite your brain.. *-^ hehehe.. I mean good news for married people.. Not young people.. cause I dont encourage u guys to do it  be4 married! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzzzzzZZZZzzZZzZZZzzzzzz.... ^o^zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492693-108060856265155248?l=shellyalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108060856265155248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492693/posts/default/108060856265155248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyalone.blogspot.com/2004_03_30_archive.html#108060856265155248' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/qteaq/girl.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
