<?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-8628060277116930641</id><updated>2012-01-30T09:31:38.071+08:00</updated><category term='I killed a fish.'/><category term='Can burnt cookies type of hot'/><category term='I&apos;m no moron'/><category term='random'/><category term='I&apos;m hungry'/><category term='Post hangin here'/><category term='I took that one way picture'/><category term='thanks alot for everything.'/><category term='I&apos;m lovin&apos; it :DD'/><category term='Bitch'/><category term='Shenanigans'/><category term='stop acting like yourself'/><category term='Nigahiga'/><category term='8.1Megapixie. 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I&apos;m a bored lazy ass.'/><category term='Oh shut up'/><title type='text'>Aryats hot for words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-7652022986524173173</id><published>2012-01-30T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:31:38.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like I owe the whole world to Allah. To God. Chey, but no seriously. I get another chance to live a whole new life. LOL, no seriously. I'm done with secondary school life, I'm done with boyfriend dramas, I'm single now. Officially. I don't care, "take a break" or not, I'm taking that as Single because you sir have no rights to pin me down in a situation like that anymore. BECAUSE I'M LIVING A WHOLE NEW LIFE BABY. OK LOL OK SO THIS IS WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. I woke up today to read "MOE: NOR ARYATI BINTE SHEIRK MOHMAD K, you are posted to Republic Poly PHARMACEUTICAL SCIENCES UNDER JAE. AND I WAS A LIL HAPPY FUCK BECAUSE I LIKE THAT SHIT. I LIKE LEARNING ABOUT DRUGS AND HAIR DYES AND SHIT AND GET TO GO TO LABS WEAR WHITE COATS AND THE PEOPLE GOING RP ARE ALL MY FRIENDS. BUT THEN, I WONDER WHY MY JPSAE NEVER EVEN SAY ANYTHING TO ME OR LIKE TEXT ME OR WTV SO THIS MAYANG TOLD ME TO CHECK THE WEBSITE AND OMG SDFGHUDWEHFERIUHFNTRIUGHBEG I GOT IN TO DENTAL HYGIENE NYP THE ONLY DENTAL COURSE IN SINGAPORE AND AND AND HANISAH WILL BE IN IT. BUT ITS MY SECOND CHOICE FOR JPSAE. MY FIRST CHOICE IS MY OPTOMETRY OF COURSE, BECAUSE I. LIKE. DIGGING. EYEBALLS. SO NOW I'M STUCK. I DONT KNOW IF I WANNA ACCEPT DENTAL OR NOT BECAUSE DENTAL IS FUCKING 12 POINTS. AND PHARMACEUTICAL = 18 OR 19 OR SMTG LIKE THAT. AND RP IS FAR, NYP IS NOT AS FAR. I DENTAL MY SECOND CHOICE. PHARMACEUTICAL MY 3RD. BOTH I LIKE. BOTH I LOVE. NOW I STUCK. HOW NI. OMG. WHEN MAMA CALLED ME AND SAY "I'M SO PROUD OF YOU." OMG I WANTED TO CRY. NO SERIOUSLY. I HAVE NEVER HEARD THAT SENTENCE FOR REAL BEFORE. YES SHE JOKE ARD SAYING "YAH LAH YAH LAH I PROUD OF YOU LAH BABY." ALL THE TIME BUT THIS IS LIKE SDFGHUDIHEWF ITS LIKE ACTUALLY MEANINGFUL. HAHAHAHHAHA! IT WAS FUCKING GAY I TELL YOU. BUT IT WAS FOR REAL. LIKE NOT THE JOKING TYPE. WAH, FROM THE "CB,FUCK I CANNOT GET IN TO ANY COURSE I WANT" TO THE "HMMMM WHICH ONE SHOULD I ACCEPT." ALHAMDULLILAH. I CAN TURN HOLY NOW NO KIDDING. THANK YOU GOD, THANK YOU SO MUCH. NOW I FEEL LIKE THE LUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD OF RESULT POSTING. PEACE OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-7652022986524173173?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7652022986524173173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=7652022986524173173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7652022986524173173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7652022986524173173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-feel-like-i-owe-whole-world-to-allah.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-3356868454644903126</id><published>2012-01-28T02:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T02:30:01.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lygzcegf8w1qd66tyo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" width="500" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lygzcegf8w1qd66tyo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually you know what, this is how much I've been left alone. It doesn't hurt as much as it used to. Maybe because I was younger then or maybe because I wasn't used to not having you around. I mean yeah I admit it my face is a lil sticky from tears but its something I can get over. I'm not on my bathroom floor right now thinking I should actually cut myself or anything. Or like literally bawling my heart out. HA, nah. DESPITE THE FACT THAT YOU LIED. YOU ACTUALLY FUCKING LIED. I'm pretty cool about it. Lol, but you see. It's a first love kinda thing. No matter how bad you hurt me, I'll never be over you. I compare you to every guy and no one is you. It's really hard because I hate you but fucking love you so much at the same time. Maybe I don't hate you... Maybe I just hate the things you did. It's hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S SO GOOD ABOUT PICKING UP THE PIECES? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't love her. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was just good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love her. Because you don't destroy people you love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm officially foreveralone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-3356868454644903126?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3356868454644903126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=3356868454644903126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3356868454644903126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3356868454644903126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/actually-you-know-what-this-is-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5545290965343126246</id><published>2012-01-27T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:29:28.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha lol. I wanna cry. But if I do then I know I'm not strong enough and I know that I won't be able to stop. Hold me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said you wanted to be alone. you said you weren't gonna talk to other girls but here I am watching you chat about and to a girl. You lied. You actually lied. And now I'm super sad. And my bro is forcing me to eat with him but I can't because I swear to God tears will start to fall later. I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-5545290965343126246?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5545290965343126246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5545290965343126246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5545290965343126246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5545290965343126246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/hahaha-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5869602399706197908</id><published>2012-01-27T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:22:46.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I need to talk to you." OK ITS OFFICIAL. I. AM. GOING. TO. BE. FOREVER ALONE. FUCK. LOL, GONNA GO DIE NOW. NO SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH FUCK. HOW. I DONT WANT TO GO THROUGH SHIT AGAIN. MY HEART. IS LIKE..BAMMMMMMMMMM! RIGHT NOW. :( AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. EMOTIONALLY CRUMBLED. DESTROYED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. "I WANNA BE ALONE. FOR AWHILE. I SWEAR I NVR TALK TO OTHER GIRLS." EH SIAL. LIKE AS THOUGH WE WERE REALLY TOGETHER TOGETHER. HAHA. OK LAH. AKU PUN DAH BIASA. K CAN. LET'S GO. but I'm still saving for the tickets. Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-5869602399706197908?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5869602399706197908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5869602399706197908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5869602399706197908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5869602399706197908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-need-to-talk-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-8749746563083190078</id><published>2012-01-26T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T14:57:44.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcf5xmkhND8/TyD5SJGYmVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EFGNhwQ1tDQ/s1600/Image1818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcf5xmkhND8/TyD5SJGYmVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EFGNhwQ1tDQ/s400/Image1818.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701831218326706514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB I FUCKING BIPOLAR OKAY CAN. HAHAHA! OMG I AM FUCKING BIPOLAR. 34 MORE DAYS TILL I CAN BUY MY CONCERT TICKETSSSSSS. BOOOYAH. OH AND FUCK, DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE, THE CAB, EVANESCENCE, FOO FIGHTERS AND FUCKING SUM 41 IS COMING. I HAVE LIKE A FUCKING HUGE ASS SUM 41 POSTER FRAMED IN MY FUCKING CLOSET. AND CB DUIT MANA NAK DAPAT BROOO. HAHAHA. OH YAH THAT PICTURE WAS LIKE FROM...... LAST WEEK. MUAHAHHAA. LOL, HIGH HERE. K BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-8749746563083190078?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8749746563083190078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=8749746563083190078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8749746563083190078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8749746563083190078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/cb-i-fucking-bipolar-okay-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcf5xmkhND8/TyD5SJGYmVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EFGNhwQ1tDQ/s72-c/Image1818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-1466511013822443399</id><published>2012-01-26T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:50:22.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol you know you were in love when you used to raid your boyfriend's refrigerator and stole some of his food. Go to his room and said "oi, I'm stealing your chips. Oh and your coke too. Imma be outside smoking." And he does nothing but play his game. HAHAHAHAHA lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-1466511013822443399?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1466511013822443399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=1466511013822443399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1466511013822443399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1466511013822443399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/lol-you-know-you-were-in-love-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-1620351687647174617</id><published>2012-01-26T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T14:59:13.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day I start going to sleep early, will be the day I stop crying myself to sleep. I hate it. I hate it so much. It makes me feel vunerable. And that sucks because I'm suppose to be a strong person and this makes me think that maybe I'm not at all strong. What is wrong with me? I'm mean seriously. Why? Why don't I fucking matter? Maybe I'm really not good enough afterall. Like seriously. That must be it. Because I just don't fucking get it.                                                                                      I miss you so much. I wish you knew. I miss you so so much it fucking hurts. Maybe you just need to realize it. Realize all the shit I've done. Realized everything. I read something today and it goes like this. "A man asked a boy, "what is love?" And he replied saying, "love is when a puppy licks your face." The man laughed but then the boy continued saying "even after you left him alone all day.". I guessed I'm the puppy. Sigh. Please realize. Please please please please please. Do you know that I sometimes don't go to sleep with my bear because every single time I hug it to sleep, Its like I imagine it was you and the reason sometimes I don't go to sleep with it is cause I got to thinking and thought I don't want to hug you today because it makes me sad. Please realized. Please please. I need money so bad. So I could take you to concerts. Remember Alesana? Yeah, the concert was on September, I bought the tickets in fucking December 2010. Yes we broke up by then. But I thought, maybe. Maybe there's a possibility that you and I. We're still connected. I've never given up. I've never give up hopes on us. You don't even know it. You didn't even know I bought those tickets for us. You didn't even know how badly I wanted to spend time with you. I didn't told you. I told you my bro got extra tickets. Hah, who am I kidding. That concert wasn't all that fun with us argueing. But the most hurtful part was when you didn't appreciate it. You didn't fucking appreciate the fucking ticket. You thought it was NOTHING. You talk as though it was a extra ticket that didn't want to go to waste. Even after I said I did a fucking lot just to get those from my bro. Le sigh. The things I do for love. Lol fuck myself. Lol I should really private my blog. Cause my posts are really starting to get real personal. Hais. Takpe lah. Aku kan siapa. Aku tak penting. Tak penting langsung. Semua orang dalam dunia ini lagi penting dari aku. Aku tak kisah kalau kau fikir macam gitu.tapi favor uh.seriously favor uh, jangan buat aku macam tali pinggang kau, gunakan bila diperlu sahaja. Omg see, I speak malay already sia. Wtf. Shit. Alahai.                                 God, please please please please please I'm begging you, please. Make him realize. Because I love the fuck outta him. K, as soon as I get out of mobile blogging, imma delete or private this shit. Haha, feel so emogirl suddenly. Lol, whatever happen to fuckitbandgeekgirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-1620351687647174617?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1620351687647174617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=1620351687647174617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1620351687647174617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1620351687647174617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-i-start-going-to-sleep-early-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6598820991189629586</id><published>2012-01-26T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T03:06:53.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AaaaaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-6598820991189629586?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6598820991189629586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6598820991189629586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6598820991189629586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6598820991189629586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='AaaaaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-7094831300068382183</id><published>2012-01-24T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T23:04:49.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I SWEAR, I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I try to be but I can never be enough. And that kills me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-7094831300068382183?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7094831300068382183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=7094831300068382183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7094831300068382183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7094831300068382183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-swear-i-am-not-good-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5637779908171737314</id><published>2012-01-24T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T18:43:40.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, RUNNING AROUND LEAVING SCARS. COLLECTING YOUR JAR OF HEARTS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-5637779908171737314?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5637779908171737314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5637779908171737314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5637779908171737314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5637779908171737314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/who-fuck-do-you-think-you-are-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-8083058277088019671</id><published>2012-01-18T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:33:40.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy crap it hurts so bad. not the emotional pain. Physical pain. Ahh omg why am I even still typing. Ya cause due to my normal weird behaviour, my family thinks its normal for me to look like I'm in so much pain. OMG what is that pain?! Same effing pain when I got my results. r45yyyy4w5s 75aq bYE&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that awkward moment when a ghost is stronger than you at opening a door. no no wait, the awkward moment when a ghost dont let you open a door when you're in pain and that ghost happens to be your only friend. LOL BOOYAH, weird. and this was edited. i'm fine. don't read my shit seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-8083058277088019671?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8083058277088019671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=8083058277088019671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8083058277088019671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8083058277088019671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/holy-crap-it-hurts-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-3950443372048536070</id><published>2012-01-17T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:15:34.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost felt guilty drinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-3950443372048536070?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3950443372048536070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=3950443372048536070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3950443372048536070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3950443372048536070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-almost-felt-guilty-drinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5544930978884637491</id><published>2012-01-17T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:59:30.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck. Yeah great way to start a post. FUCK. I swear unlike anyone else, I have no fucking life. I'm like all alone. And I swear everyone always seems to be having way more fun than me. lol, I'm always going to places alone or at least I have no other choice but to go alone. Dammit, I need new people in my life. God dammit. Hmm maybe someone who does the same shit as me all the time. Fanboy. Yes, yes fanboy would be good. Lol kay actually I do have a fanboy with the name LH but he's also one of those people who seem to have something to do all the time. Wait no actually he doesn't. Hmmmmmmm. LOL ok. fuck it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yah I'm also very flawed and ugly and I can't compete with this society of pretty chicks. No, I'm not just being insecure. Seriously. OH wait, yah I still haven't gotten a call for Interview for poly so yeah life sucks. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-5544930978884637491?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5544930978884637491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5544930978884637491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5544930978884637491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5544930978884637491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-676688214515531014</id><published>2012-01-15T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:26:46.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM SO FUCKING DEPRESS RIGHT NOW CAUSE EARLY BIRD TICKETS FOR A DAY TO REMEMBER SOLD OUT THE MOMENT I WOKE UP AND NOW I HAVE TO PAY ANOTHER 20 BUCKS EXTRA AND I CANT GET MY TICKETS YET CAUSE I DONT GOT MY PAY PAL AND ITS really really depressing that people are fucking tweeting to my fanbase asking if i got my tickets yet and i'm just like "nuhhhh :-/"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-676688214515531014?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/676688214515531014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=676688214515531014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/676688214515531014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/676688214515531014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-so-fucking-depress-right-now-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-4146274796057194211</id><published>2012-01-13T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:52:52.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reassurance is the best. When someone reminds you of how important you are to them, how they still care for and love you, it's like so much weight has been lifted off your shoulders. A big relief, that they're still there. Reassuring, catching up on things. It's a good feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-4146274796057194211?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4146274796057194211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=4146274796057194211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4146274796057194211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4146274796057194211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/reassurance-is-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-3336822630651342782</id><published>2012-01-13T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:39:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I’m stubborn, bitter and difficult. I provoke arguments to get a rise out of people, because I get bored with daily life. I don’t take into consideration their feelings. I overreact over the smallest of things just to start an argument, even though I don’t intend to do it. To be honest, it’s almost as if there’s a trigger in my brain that goes off when something is too perfect. I just need to mess it up a little. Like, when your bedroom is nicely organized, which is rare, right? You just need to ruffle your sheets or throw some clothes on the floor. That’s my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I’m used to being alone, because my inability to let people love me fucks up every relationship I’ve ever had. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I’m a bitch who loves to have the upper hand. I will fight you to the grave, shoving your face in the dirt. I will make you feel like shit. I am a manipulator. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But at the same time; I have the biggest heart a person could have. I love with all that I am. I give myself completely away, and that’s my mistake. I trust people with my entire self and then when I become vulnerable, &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; hurt me. Which is why over the years, I have built this bullshit fence around myself like a shield.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I find it easier to push someone away before they get too close. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Why am I admitting these things to the world? It will only make you hate me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-3336822630651342782?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3336822630651342782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=3336822630651342782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3336822630651342782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3336822630651342782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-stubborn-bitter-and-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6129101606455976337</id><published>2012-01-12T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T02:21:32.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT IMMA DO. I'M NOT GONNA TEXT YOU OR ANYTHING. YOU DO IT FIRST. THIS IS GONNA PROVE ME FUCKING RIGHT THOUGH BUT WTV. THIS IS GONNA SUCK THOUGH AND I WILL BE FUCKING DEPRESS AGAIN CAUSE I KNOW THE NEXT TIME YOU PROLLY TALK TO ME WOULD BE A LONG LONG LONG TIME IF I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING FIRST. but i'm scared. i'm scared if we didn't communicate for very long you think its over between us. Like you know those people who just suddenly don't talk anymore and like break up just like that. hanging... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I JUST DON'T FUCKING GET IT. YOU TELL YOUR FRIENDS NO ONE FUCKING WANTS YOU AND SHIT BUT WTF. HERE I AM LOVING THE FUCK OUTTA YOU CB. HERE THE FUCK I AM. WHEN NO BODY WANTS YOU. WHEN SHE, NO WAIT THEY FUCKING REJECTED YOU. WHERE THE FUCK WAS I? OH WAIT A MINUTE, I WAS THERE. STANDING BY THE FUCKING SIDE. TELLING YOU THEY ARE FUCKING WORTHLESS AND STUPID. Dude.. I like how we are. I think its pretty cool since we are actually just kids. But i just don't feel fucking appreciated. That's all. All i ever fucking wanted for my fucking birthday was for you to fucking wish the fuck outta me. just one fucking wish at 12 fucking midnight or maybe slightly later than that but no. god dammit no. i just had to wait the fucking hell for 11 hours later for you to wish me which went smtg like "oh hey, i'm not good at wishes but happy birthday" YEAH I KNOW. WE HAD FUCKING ARGUMENT BUT COME ON. i loved you. no wait love you. just pls for once just once. after fucking 7 months of not hearing it. just say it. 3 words, 8 letters and i'm fucking yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-6129101606455976337?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6129101606455976337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6129101606455976337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6129101606455976337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6129101606455976337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-know-what-imma-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5282310997935976</id><published>2012-01-07T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:03:32.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I MISS MY BESTFRIEND. YOU  LAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-5282310997935976?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5282310997935976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5282310997935976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5282310997935976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5282310997935976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss-my-bestfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-947165551798528274</id><published>2012-01-06T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T00:21:03.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream. Somewhere fancy. I was at. Elevator music. It won't stop. It was loud and it just keeps on playing on and on and on. pretty fucked up music too if you ask me. The elevator stopped. the lights flickers. The sounds the wires make due to short circuit. i heard it. i pushed the door open. it wasn't difficult. I squeezed myself through the small space i made in between the elevator doors. i had to push myself upwards cause the floors wasn't leveled. because the elevator  stopped halfway between 5th and 6th floor. I popped my head out of the elevator. the lights were off. it wasn't dark though. i see fancy chairs and doors. there was no one. I wasn't out yet. the powers went on. the elevator clicked. the doors jammed itself on me. the elevator moved upwards. Blood was every fucking where. Moments later i was wondering where my bottom half went. where my legs were.. they are after me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-947165551798528274?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/947165551798528274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=947165551798528274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/947165551798528274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/947165551798528274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6398714904237218510</id><published>2012-01-05T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:59:40.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;THE VAMPIRE DIARIES HAS ALRDY KILLED ME A HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO TIMES THAT I ACCEPTED HADI TO FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER. IDK WHAT'S THE RELATION BUT WE SHOULD JUST FUCK IT &amp;amp; YES THAT IS A HEART SHAPE. K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;OH YES, MAY SOME PRECIOUS SOUL OF GOD OUT THERE TELL ME IF GUYS FEEL SOMETHING IF GIRLS, PREFERBLY SOMEONE WHO LOVES THEM TWEET/BLOG/TUMBLR/WRITES OR WTV ABT THEM. BASICALLY LIKE PUBLICLY PUBLISHING ABT THEM. HOW DO THEY FEEL ABT THAT? DO THEY FEEL HAPPY? CAUSE I'M TELLING YOU, GIRLS LOVE THE FUCK OVER THAT SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-6398714904237218510?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6398714904237218510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6398714904237218510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6398714904237218510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6398714904237218510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/vampire-diaries-has-alrdy-killed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-4034376923556286811</id><published>2012-01-04T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:57:40.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHY THE FUCK AM I SO GAY? THE STRAIGHT IN ME HAS ALRDY TAKEN OVER TO ACCEPT THINGS AS THEY ARE. BUT NOOOOOOOO. AFTER WATCHING SO MUCH FUCKING EPISODES AFTER EPISODES OF SOME MANY FUCKING SHOWS I REALISE MY LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE HE DOESNT REPLY ME ALL THE TIME. LOL HOW FUCKING GAY IS THAT. BLAME SHOWS ON TEENAGE EXPECTATIONS. LAST WARNING EH. YUP, OK DONE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-4034376923556286811?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4034376923556286811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=4034376923556286811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4034376923556286811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4034376923556286811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-fuck-am-i-so-gay-straight-in-me-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5790249675545110285</id><published>2012-01-04T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:33:32.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So gimme a little more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAP1E-kf0hw/TwQ4CTq_EuI/AAAAAAAAAgA/L3YwaTzrLgs/s1600/pk4rv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAP1E-kf0hw/TwQ4CTq_EuI/AAAAAAAAAgA/L3YwaTzrLgs/s400/pk4rv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693737441194611426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somebody tell that boy that he's an irritating idiot but i luv him and no one else other than his mum could luv him the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-5790249675545110285?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5790249675545110285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5790249675545110285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5790249675545110285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5790249675545110285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-gimme-little-more.html' title='So gimme a little more'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAP1E-kf0hw/TwQ4CTq_EuI/AAAAAAAAAgA/L3YwaTzrLgs/s72-c/pk4rv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-277633409672687814</id><published>2011-12-07T04:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T04:23:36.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I POST LIKE DON'T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES ALREADY IN 1 HOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss my babygirl, Tiffany. I miss how we were in Sec 3. Two of us against the world. This year kinda sucked. Its been more of like you against the world for Adri. And me against the world just to be against it. Sigh. Things could have been different. Better. Way better. Cause 2011 sucked so bad. NOTHING ABOUT IT WAS EVEN GOOD. LIKE THE BADNESS OF IT JUST KEPT COMING AND IT WOULDN'T STOP. YEAH IT SUCKED. IT STARTED WITH ALL THE BREAK UPS. HOW TO GO THROUGH A YEAR OF SCHOOOL LIKE THAT YOU TELL ME! THEN THAT GIRL, WASN'T REALLY THERE. DA FUG. NOW I RMBR HOW MAD I AM! Sheesh, no wonder I'm different. I went through a year of HOLY FUCKING SHIT ALONE. Even got used to it. DA FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-277633409672687814?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/277633409672687814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=277633409672687814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/277633409672687814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/277633409672687814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-post-like-dont-know-how-many-times.html' title='I POST LIKE DON&apos;T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES ALREADY IN 1 HOUR'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-4158660697239465511</id><published>2011-12-07T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T04:11:55.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EH HOW NOT FUNNY. MY FRIEND HAVE STRONG FEELINGS FOR DUMDUMDUM TAU. THEN LATER HOW IF DUMDUMDUM SUDDENLY SPOKE THE TRUTH. LATER LIKE JENGJENGJENG. SIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-4158660697239465511?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4158660697239465511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=4158660697239465511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4158660697239465511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4158660697239465511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/12/eh-how-not-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2219072763878661068</id><published>2011-12-07T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T04:05:51.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALAMAK NOW YOU SEE, YOU SEE! MY FRIEND IS GONNA GET HURT. SUMPAH. AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. I FEEL BAD NOT DOING ANYTHING. I'M NOT EVEN PART OF IT BUT ALAH HOW NI. HAHAHA LATER MY FRIEND SAD AH. LIKE NOW I KNOW THE TRUTH THEN I LIKE FEEL MY HEART LIKE WANT TO BREAK ALREADY SIA SEE THE BLOG BUT THEN HAIYO. WHAT TO DO.. WHAT TO DO. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-2219072763878661068?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2219072763878661068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2219072763878661068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2219072763878661068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2219072763878661068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/12/alamak-now-you-see-you-see-my-friend-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-3794245161233047389</id><published>2011-12-07T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T04:02:03.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get hurt when people is hurt. I know it might seem weird and strange and kinda stupid cause I can't possibly be feeling what they're really feeling but i do. Period. December 23 2010, a friend of mine was hurt. I was the one crying like a mother fuck. HAHAHA. It hurts. I know. Team foreverheavyheart mah. HAHAHAHA. never seen me cry watching my favorite shows before right! HAHAHA you are who you are when no one's looking. Pretty Little Liars, Gossip Girl, Vampire Diaries, SKINS HOLY SHIT SKINS, switched at birth, How I met Your Mother (i think). HAHAHA ALL THIS SHOWS FUCKING SAD ONE OK. MUST FEELING FEELING. MUST LET YOURSELF FEEL THE HEAVY HEART AGAIN THEN WATCH OK. THEN CAN BE LIKE 'HOLYSHIZZLEPUFF THE FUCK ARE THEY TRYNA DO, KILL ME? WALAO MUST WAIT NEXT SEASON SOME MORE, WANT ME TO DIE AH' FEELING. And I blame hurt.. HAHAHAHAHAHA! k lah bye lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-3794245161233047389?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3794245161233047389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=3794245161233047389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3794245161233047389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3794245161233047389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-get-hurt-when-people-is-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2826766162484952877</id><published>2011-12-07T03:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T03:42:31.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its the epic failure blogger me again. HAHA. K so I realised, I'm exactly where I was a year ago. Except now I'm on the floor. I have no room. I have a maid. And I forever now can't think about what time Datuk's gonna reach home so I can move outta the bed. Funny how things stay the same but still be very different at the same time. At least now I'm not confuse. I'm not having mini heartattacks anymore. Or like depression. HAHA. Yeah but I wished I hadn't done so many things wrong though. At least then by now we'd be awesome. K, i have to shit. Yes food poisoning from Jakarta trip. NICE. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-2826766162484952877?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2826766162484952877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2826766162484952877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2826766162484952877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2826766162484952877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-its-epic-failure-blogger-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-1776503762650983051</id><published>2011-12-03T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T19:19:07.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like him</title><content type='html'>So i know this guy. didn't really notice him for all of my life. don't even know. never my friend before. ever. in my whole 4 years of School. then a bunch of people went out together. and this guy, seemed nice. was nice. was friendly. funny. stupid kinda. well, k nevermind. i just think. k, nevermind. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-1776503762650983051?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1776503762650983051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=1776503762650983051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1776503762650983051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1776503762650983051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/12/like-him.html' title='like him'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6814528875859880836</id><published>2011-11-08T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:50:59.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 94, 87); font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;".Ate @ McD. Mayang &amp;amp; Irwin couldn't join us. While we do our homeworks, Aryati was doodling on a piece of paper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 94, 87); font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 94, 87); font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;FOUND THIS TYPE OF CRAP I DO IN OTHER PEOPLE'S OLD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 94, 87); font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 94, 87); font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;BLOG. OH, DAMN IT. HAHAHAHA! SAME OLD SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-6814528875859880836?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6814528875859880836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6814528875859880836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6814528875859880836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6814528875859880836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-4347664207978816440</id><published>2011-11-07T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:50:01.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't have to understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(87, 80, 83); font-family: arial; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://youkilledmeinagoodway.tumblr.com/post/1666914763" style="color: rgb(141, 57, 57); font-size: 7pt; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 0pt; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Dear God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="body" style="color: rgb(87, 80, 83); font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I don’t have any problems. I don’t want to be skinny. Mind you, I’m already skinny enough. I won’t get upset for eating too much. I don’t want to runaway from home. I have a great family who does cares for me no matter what. I am not a loner or emo. I have great friends. I mean really great friends. I don’t do drugs. Smoking? Yes but I’m getting pass that. I don’t drink like fuck. So why do I feel so down? Why do I hate feelings? Maybe. Maybe I’m just a lil too heartbroken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I am too young but there’s no age limit for you to fall in love. I swear I think its stupid. I laugh at myself at random all the time for having such emotions. Like seriously? In love? Bitch, please. But at the same time I find myself crying to sleep, most of the time. I mean god dammit I have split emotional issues. HAHA! I just fucking want to be myself again. I can’t stand it no more. I don’t want the butterflies in me anymore. It won’t go away. I don’t want it to be hard to breathe no more. I don’t want to have my heart scream every fucking time I think of him. I don’t want to start shaking and then drop down and cry every fucking time I dream, hear my old songs or worst still, see that faggot with another girl. I want to stop going to my friends every fucking time I feel vulnerable. Its fucking the worst feeling in the world. So dear god, I’m not asking for a lot. I didn’t even wish for anything on my birthday. So please god, just help me forget. Just take the pain away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, i'm posting this again. This was officially last year. Oh how hurt I was. Damn. I was seriously damn fucking hurt. I could still feel it. I could still feel the hurt. The clenching feeling in my tummy but it would never hurt as much as it did then. I was fucking in tears when I typed all of that. I was sitting under the table. Crying my heart out. And typing all that shit down because I couldn't take it anymore. I was so fucking alone. so so fucking alone. I didn't even want to live back then.  The only reason I was even alive back then was hope. Hope that he would find his way back to me someday. Well, he kinda did. I guess. Well, we did talk alot. Haha, oh yeah we talked. I still remembered feeling so much fucking butterflies. Which lasted for about 5 minutes and after that, well. Let's just say I felt as though i was slap by the fridge. I didn't know why it was worth it though. Feeling like it could possibly work for like 5 minutes and then felt even worst after. Yeah well, I loved that boy. Alot. I would do anything for that boy. Heck, I'm kinda still doing the same thing now. I would do anything for that boy. And boy, that kinda sucks. Don't know whether he knows it or not though. Well fuck it. Like whatever you know. I love genuinely. I don't do things to get love back. I gotta earn it back. Yeah he might have hurt me but I've hurt him too. I don't know what's up. I just feel like this is all karma. Yeah call it, karma. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-4347664207978816440?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4347664207978816440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=4347664207978816440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4347664207978816440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4347664207978816440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-dont-have-to-understand.html' title='you don&apos;t have to understand'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-7405306334406153346</id><published>2011-11-07T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:37:28.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;And so I'm bored again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;its not even the end of the exams yet and I'm already bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Having second thoughts that the break after exams won't be as exciting as I thought it would be. Other than the chalet/Surabaya trip with SNO and my big Turkey trip. So umm, I'm moving to Turkey? HAHA. So yeah, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-7405306334406153346?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7405306334406153346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=7405306334406153346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7405306334406153346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7405306334406153346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-so-im-bored-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6870326371323036272</id><published>2011-11-06T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:28:14.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god, i thought i can never log into here again. Couldn't remember my password. HA! Stupid girl. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG WHY LIFE LIKE SO............. berd. I say its berd because I can't explain berd. So basically its unexplainable. Like seriously. What am I doing sia? Seriously? Today my 2nd year Anniversary with Luthfil Hadi. Hmmm K. Chey no lah. Not k. Hahaha kay bye. i want buy cig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-6870326371323036272?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6870326371323036272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6870326371323036272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6870326371323036272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6870326371323036272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-god-i-thought-i-can-never-log-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5080884571112230580</id><published>2011-09-27T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T02:29:52.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One day, my hair is gonna be fucking red. I shall get up there and scream. I'll show you, fuck. hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-5080884571112230580?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5080884571112230580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5080884571112230580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5080884571112230580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5080884571112230580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-day-my-hair-is-gonna-be-fucking-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-7564415853329667216</id><published>2011-09-26T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T23:57:55.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://youkilledmeinagoodway.tumblr.com/post/1666914763"&gt;Dear God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;                &lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t have any problems. I don’t  want to be skinny. Mind you, I’m already skinny enough. I won’t get  upset for eating too much. I don’t want to runaway from home. I have a  great family who does cares for me no matter what. I am not a loner or  emo. I have great friends. I mean really great friends. I don’t do  drugs. Smoking? Yes but I’m getting pass that. I don’t drink like fuck.  So why do I feel so down? Why do I hate feelings? Maybe. Maybe I’m just a  lil too heartbroken.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, I am too young but there’s no age limit for you to fall in love.  I swear I think its stupid. I laugh at myself at random all the time  for having such emotions. Like seriously? In love? Bitch, please. But at  the same time I find myself crying to sleep, most of the time. I mean  god dammit I have split emotional issues. HAHA! I just fucking want to  be myself again. I can’t stand it no more. I don’t want the butterflies  in me anymore. It won’t go away. I don’t want it to be hard to breathe  no more. I don’t want to have my heart scream every fucking time I think  of him. I don’t want to start shaking and then drop down and cry every  fucking time I dream, hear my old songs or worst still, see that faggot  with another girl. I want to stop going to my friends every fucking time  I feel vulnerable. Its fucking the worst feeling in the world. So dear  god, I’m not asking for a lot. I didn’t even wish for anything on my  birthday. So please god, just help me forget. Just take the pain away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love, me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(this was in my tumblr 10 months ago, omg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-7564415853329667216?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7564415853329667216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=7564415853329667216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7564415853329667216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7564415853329667216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-god-i-dont-have-any-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-1800383774980916698</id><published>2011-09-26T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T23:53:01.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was little, I used to take this school bus from my Kindergarten. I  remembered I used to shut my friends up so I could look out the window  to focus on this boy despite always being the noisy-est there. He was a  cute boy. I swear he would grow up to be so so cute one day. I used to  wave at him with a huge smile on my face. And he used to run down the  slopes as he saw the bus approaching and eventually find my face to wave  and smile back to. I didn’t know how I knew him. Its lost in my  memories but I hope one day I’ll remember. Because not a year pass  without me not remembering him for at least once. I need to know him. I  need to know that he is still in my life despite me knowing or not. He  made my heart flutters, despite being so so young. I felt as though he  was once my best friend. Maybe? I wouldn’t know &amp;amp; that’s the most  saddest part of all. Come to think of it, he might be my best friend in  Nursery. Well, I hope so. Wish I could remember just his name though  &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-1800383774980916698?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1800383774980916698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=1800383774980916698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1800383774980916698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1800383774980916698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-i-was-little-i-used-to-take-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-495368762420450371</id><published>2011-09-26T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T23:18:58.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="spacer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youkilledmeinagoodway.tumblr.com/post/1398166172"&gt;You  say “k” a lot, &amp;amp; it looks as if you don’t care. You say “lol” a  lot, &amp;amp; it looks as if you’re faking. You reply so late, &amp;amp; it  looks as if you don’t want to talk to me. I always talk to you first,  &amp;amp; it looks as if you’re getting annoyed. But that’s alright with me,  I just want you to know that even though I’m feeling sad by the way we  talk to each other, even though I’m boring &amp;amp; annoying towards you, I  want you to know that I’ll always be there for you, waiting, because  there isn’t a day that I can go on without talking to you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-495368762420450371?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/495368762420450371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=495368762420450371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/495368762420450371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/495368762420450371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-say-k-lot-it-looks-as-if-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-710814525919626883</id><published>2011-09-26T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:17:23.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all these months, all this time, so much has happened. The  talks, the phone calls, the laughs, and the feelings. If I were to look  back on them, I would never believe that, that person was once me. I  wouldn’t recognize that girl because she’s so different from me. But I  guess changing &amp;amp; moving on is part of growing up. I’m growing up and  finding out what kind of person I want to be for the rest of my life.  And maybe in the future, there are more changes to come, but as for  right now, this is who I’m proud to be.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-710814525919626883?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/710814525919626883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=710814525919626883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/710814525919626883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/710814525919626883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/09/after-all-these-months-all-this-time-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-3323330987660283069</id><published>2011-09-26T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T01:32:26.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCKING HELL, JANUARY 31 2009's POST IS FUCKING FUNNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-3323330987660283069?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3323330987660283069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=3323330987660283069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3323330987660283069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3323330987660283069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/09/fucking-hell-january-31-2009s-post-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-8371004767653016456</id><published>2011-09-26T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T01:27:45.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE"D YOU GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omfg. I remembered my fucking password. Wow been like a year since I last updated. See, I suck at being a girl. I can never keep a diary. I would never use it for a long time. Right now I have no idea why I'm even bothered to do this, no one would even read this shit anyway. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been 'cleaning' my laptop and I found so many things in it. Stupid things, sweet things, memorable things, idiotic things, kental things. Just oh so many. And I've realised that in this four fucking years of my secondary school life, I've been basically a lil different every year. Secondary one, i was a fucking girl. I brought a fucking handbag to school. WTF. Secondary two, I've gone 'All friends' mode. Secondary three was a fucking 'boyfriend year'. And secondary four has been nothing but pure endurement, pain, a little more maturity and alot more impatient to get out of this fucking shit you call school. Hahahaha, i've realised through all this searching through my laptop that I've was this super happy all the time, happygolucky girl. BUT I also took things wayyy too seriously. Oh wait no, I took everything but LOVE way too seriously. I fucking saved every fucking conversations, be it facebook or fucking msn, if it means something to me, I would save it. HAHAHA! And i also realised mutha fuckingly how the people I was chatting to back then have changed too. I fucking swear, everyone change. I kinda miss the old version of everyone. The lower secondary us. People were wayy nicer back then and life didn't seem too tense back then. Oh well, that's life. I can't even explain what I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH, FUCK THE WORLD. Im still not over the fact that every fucking people didn't follow the rules of Tumblr. If only EVERYONE followed the fucking rules, I bet Tumblr would be a lot more fun cause people wouldnt be talking about it, posting on facebook a hell lot of times about shit and people will have more privacy. BITCH! TUMBLR WAS MY FUCKING LIFE FOR LIKE FUCKING 3 YEARS. AND NOW ITS RUIN. DANG.&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/8628060277116930641-8371004767653016456?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8371004767653016456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=8371004767653016456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8371004767653016456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8371004767653016456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2011/09/whered-you-go.html' title='WHERE&quot;D YOU GO'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-8418599761332559751</id><published>2010-12-15T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:02:30.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD YO</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am effing not logical when I keep on saying I'm scared of this, and I'm afraid of that. I meant that in the most hilarious way ever. Yes, when something is beyond funny I would say I'm scared. But! When you say any word. YES any word, be it funny or gross whatever, if I say I'm scared, I mean it. I am more afraid of words more than anything esle other than God. Words are a good thing, yes. Words, are what make the funniest sentences. Words creates the most inspiring quotes. Words describe the most extraordinary people and words are what I use now to voice my opinions but words are the most scariest thing I have to ever encounter each and every single day. I struggle with finding the right words, words sometimes mean the most hurtful things. Words are what people use in arguments, words are what people use to end relationships. Words break hearts. Words leave you in the worst emotional state ever. No scratch that, words make you feel like you're in the worst emotional state ever. And feelings sucks. Words. Ha! They're scarier than any paranormal activity I've ever encountered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-8418599761332559751?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8418599761332559751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=8418599761332559751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8418599761332559751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8418599761332559751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/12/word-yo.html' title='WORD YO'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-4090035754231843593</id><published>2010-12-01T17:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:17:22.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Luthfil Hadi But yeah, whatever</title><content type='html'>Omg, I have revive from being such a damn mess and being an 'emohead' or whatever. I feel so fucking exhilarated and happy right now, which is prolly why I blogged here even though I know there's no point cause there aint no one who's gonna read it anyway so yeah. I should prolly stop cursing alot cause like what everybody said "the whole world can see what you're writing' but whatever. If I grow up and my boss to the job I'm working at ever reads this. I would like to say "Hey there boss! :D" So yeah, I don't really give a fuck do I? I'm freaking just fifteen right now, leave me alone. I'll learn from my mistake soon alrights? Let me grow up when I get there. So yeah, I am what I am now so yeah. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Ps, Happy December &amp;amp; people on tumblr is making me want a tattoo. Boo you whore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-4090035754231843593?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4090035754231843593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=4090035754231843593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4090035754231843593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4090035754231843593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-luthfil-hadi-but-yeah-whatever.html' title='I love Luthfil Hadi But yeah, whatever'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-7819299700773841670</id><published>2010-09-09T01:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T06:28:02.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 months baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8fyp9U6Lq1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 357px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8fyp9U6Lq1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello blogster, I'm finally back with another happy 6th post. Well, its been tough. At a point where giving up seems like the most comfortable choice to make. Never ending problems, fighting and the basic crap. Basically, my life is a never ending nagging and complaining with you ass but I think I'm starting to understand why. I know my mistakes. I accept them, like how you learn to accept my forgiveness. I'll be 'LOGIC' now baby. (LOL, [fuck you, i cant believe i said lol. Fuckin' games]) I'm sorry for the person I became. I'm sorry that, it took so long for me to change. I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again. Cause who I am hates who the eff I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you asshole, stay despite me being impossible to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;Because you make me reblog this gay shit on tumblr, which you proven true. "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Men hate to cry, they rarely ever do. But, when a man cries over  you, you know he loves you. Because men only cry when they lost  something or are afraid of losing something that they love as much or  more than themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you taught me how to use sniper in blackshot on the phone while training me ( I am never playing one on one with you ever again. I'm a fuckin' noob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you're the kind of person I can show my messiest to and not to worry that I'm letting you down in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because we share secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you try to dance like step up 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you let me wear your peace necklace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you have had an impact in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I'm that obvious to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because strawberries is your favorite fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you like buying clothes (Topman is not cotton on my dear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because when I had no where to go, when I was hopeless, when sick of life, FML takes over, you were my beautiful rescue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you blow flying kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you preoccupy my mind for days on end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you make me feel like the most loved person on the planet or make me feel like I've been hit by a fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you let me kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you love mickey mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you believe that asking me to listen to the song jamie all over (fucking 6th feb song) when we're in an argument can make me stop to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you tell me guy secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because fooling around with you is like playing at the playground in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because we kissed in the rain at the park. (Happy 6th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you make me feel pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my messages makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Because you saved those who made you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Because you kissed me softly when I fell asleep next to you, watching you play game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you do maths when i forced you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you talk to me about things.&lt;br /&gt;Because you always want to work things out instead of ending them.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're such a loser at defending when we're hitting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because you made me think of soo many becauses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because despite Miss Terri stating not to start a sentence with a because I do it anyway (she prolly said it to your class too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because I love you, you fucking idiot. Happy 10th months.&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/8628060277116930641-7819299700773841670?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7819299700773841670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=7819299700773841670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7819299700773841670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7819299700773841670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-months-baby.html' title='10 months baby'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-8026660131288775975</id><published>2010-08-29T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:25:09.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tumblr does wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-8026660131288775975?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8026660131288775975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=8026660131288775975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8026660131288775975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8026660131288775975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-stop.html' title='I cant stop.'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-3003108515899790545</id><published>2010-07-28T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:46:24.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l334b3x2wv1qaj7pjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l334b3x2wv1qaj7pjo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything's not right, it just aint okay. You make me so goodified, not a word,  at times, I'm contented when I talk to you but then you make me so confused, and make me feel so crappy at the same time. And I hate feeling like I dont know what I'm feeling but its just making me wanna go berserk and its all just soo confusing. I'm just a kid world, fuck my life. I know, I know. I'm just a kid I dont know how it really feels like to be stress but trust me I do know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You never know how bad someone is feeling, so don’t ever say you’ve   “been there.” Because unless you’ve went through every second of every   moment of their life, then you don’t know how they feel. And believe it   or not, they’re probably feeling worse than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you're wondering , i will and did cry.&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/8628060277116930641-3003108515899790545?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3003108515899790545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=3003108515899790545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3003108515899790545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3003108515899790545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/07/h.html' title='H'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2578051607575243367</id><published>2010-07-18T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:30:27.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l368v1ww5F1qbstoto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l368v1ww5F1qbstoto1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogger baby! I miss you, I miss digging shit outta my mind tryna find the words to describe everything that's been in there. Its like I havent type alot in so long. Gosh. I'm sorry. My long lasting addiction to tumblr has me devoted to check it every 5 minutes and always finding myself in deep contentment for at least an hour and a half before realising how long it has been. Seriously. Its like "Hi my name is Aryati Smk &amp;amp; I'm a tumblr-holic." Hahha, I tried to get Ahneez hooked on it before, I got Tiffany on it, she got her sister on it. Dang. Alrights, here's the real shit. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This life is what you make it. No matter what, you’re gonna mess up  sometimes, its a universal truth. But the good part is that you get to  decide how you’re gonna mess it up. Girls will be your friends-they’ll  act like it anyway. But just remember, so come, some go. The ones that  stay with you through everything- they’re your true bestfriends. Don’t  let go of them. Also remember sisters makes the best friends in the  world. As for lovers, well they come and go too. And babe, I hate to say  it, most of them, pretty much all of them, are going to break your  heart. But you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find  your soul mates. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and  that goes for everything. Just because you fail doesnt mean you’re gonna  fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always always believe in  yourself, because if you don’t, then who will sweetie? So keep your head  high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smilling, because  life’s a beautiful thing &amp;amp; there’s so much to smile about.&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/8628060277116930641-2578051607575243367?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2578051607575243367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2578051607575243367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2578051607575243367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2578051607575243367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/07/bloggie.html' title='Bloggie'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2211248451189524173</id><published>2010-07-07T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:54:27.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad 6th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4qkuqZD2E1qzxvpro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4qkuqZD2E1qzxvpro1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its the worst feeling in the world to love and hate someone at the  same time. Its hard to watch things change when all you want is for them  to stay the same. When you want everything and nothing at the same  time. When you want to let go but you keep holding on. When you want to  move on but you’re stuck right where you started. When feelings come and  go and you cant decide what you want. Its so hard when you want to see  that one person everyday, and when you do, you dont know what to say.  When you have so many things to say but you dont know where to start.  When deep down inside you know if you lose something, its gone and it  never comes back, When you know the people you love are right beside  you, but yet they are so far away. When you want someone in your life so  bad, but all you can do is push them farther and farther away. Its so  hard to think back to how things used to be, and look at them now and  realize that things are different and they will never be the same. You  tell yourself its not worth it, but if it really didnt matter you  wouldnt spend so much time thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Ps, well Happy 8th months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-2211248451189524173?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2211248451189524173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2211248451189524173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2211248451189524173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2211248451189524173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/07/sad-6th.html' title='Sad 6th'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5353162716794039862</id><published>2010-05-30T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:55:03.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotfor-words.tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/TAJR-ExLe_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/SpyfCjQX_qE/s1600/tumblr_l34xu6xz9O1qbstoto1_54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/TAJR-ExLe_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/SpyfCjQX_qE/s400/tumblr_l34xu6xz9O1qbstoto1_54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477030223709699058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my goodness. Hello darling blogster. I missed you sweeeetie. I am so sorry I left you for tummie but you got to admit tumblr is alot of fun. I promise I'm not just tryna follow the 'in' thing. I had tumblr before having an 'official' one and I didnt know of it 'magical' powers yet so I had you baby. Hahha, I cant believe by doing this I'm ending a long term relationship with you blogster. Like really really long. Like 2008 long. Hahha, I hope readers had enjoy my none updating posts of my brother's engagment for the past 2 months. Kay, I'm sortof not good at words since I joined tummie. So yeah, toys blogster. Type on you soon^^&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/8628060277116930641-5353162716794039862?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5353162716794039862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5353162716794039862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5353162716794039862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5353162716794039862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/05/hotfor-wordstumblr.html' title='Hotfor-words.tumblr'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/TAJR-ExLe_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/SpyfCjQX_qE/s72-c/tumblr_l34xu6xz9O1qbstoto1_54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6008300313050976031</id><published>2010-04-24T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:19:42.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotfor-words.tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S9K3c34e27I/AAAAAAAAAfc/530RVV9vbV4/s1600/Tumblr+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S9K3c34e27I/AAAAAAAAAfc/530RVV9vbV4/s400/Tumblr+post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463631004618906546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hotfor-words.tumblr.com^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-6008300313050976031?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6008300313050976031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6008300313050976031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6008300313050976031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6008300313050976031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/04/hotfor-wordstumblr.html' title='Hotfor-words.tumblr'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S9K3c34e27I/AAAAAAAAAfc/530RVV9vbV4/s72-c/Tumblr+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-8299711226523285532</id><published>2010-04-17T22:11:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:48:57.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaik Mustafa's Engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Engagement Day FaFa! I cant believe I woke up sick today, from all of the days, I happen to get sick on the day where I had to wake up early, put on make-up, wear totally killing Charles and Keith, stay in the heat, listen to orders, travel from one place to another while being totally cramped in a car while totally hanging onto the hampers, then getting caught in the rain, heavy rain. Well, enough of me yacking, i'm sorry viewers, this is gonna be a longgg ride. So yeah, let's begin with the hampers, god, where do I start? I guess what my family and relatives gave to them was pretty cool. I mean, the temptation to actually tear the wrapper apart and just sneak a lick was like yeahhhhh. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nGPkzfTEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/M9LBn4-LDiY/s1600/DSC_4039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nGPkzfTEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/M9LBn4-LDiY/s400/DSC_4039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461113994043411522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cupcakes, yummehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nGra2Dy-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/VTebUhYOPvU/s1600/DSC_4040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nGra2Dy-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/VTebUhYOPvU/s400/DSC_4040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461114472406174690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flower honey money. $100? Dont recal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nHhzg9GvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/vvtSz2PEHII/s1600/DSC_4041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nHhzg9GvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/vvtSz2PEHII/s400/DSC_4041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461115406741478130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jelly, yummeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nHiqnrr0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/1nd3uUr4jCU/s1600/DSC_4042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nHiqnrr0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/1nd3uUr4jCU/s400/DSC_4042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461115421533646658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nHjK0EBrI/AAAAAAAAAXM/r_sWklpJDgY/s1600/DSC_4045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nHjK0EBrI/AAAAAAAAAXM/r_sWklpJDgY/s400/DSC_4045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461115430175508146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nW2B388ZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/oe3S84tsLNM/s1600/DSC_4050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nW2B388ZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/oe3S84tsLNM/s400/DSC_4050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461132246867833234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nSTRzfNXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XwPE-7YGNsY/s1600/DSC_4046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nSTRzfNXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XwPE-7YGNsY/s400/DSC_4046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461127251802142066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flowers (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nST_aJ0PI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Y2k2onF-oVU/s1600/DSC_4047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nST_aJ0PI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Y2k2onF-oVU/s400/DSC_4047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461127264043913458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cake beybeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nSUbQzcMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Iq38ZPy_65w/s1600/DSC_4048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nSUbQzcMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Iq38ZPy_65w/s400/DSC_4048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461127271520891074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nW1oVRwZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/b_bBqvrhQWA/s1600/DSC_4049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nW1oVRwZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/b_bBqvrhQWA/s400/DSC_4049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461132240011510162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nW29n0Q3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/fm2AaaVRFh4/s1600/DSC_4051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nW29n0Q3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/fm2AaaVRFh4/s400/DSC_4051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461132262906282866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The all mighty ring. Super pretty, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8na9BqBuhI/AAAAAAAAAYE/nW1bgMVn1GA/s1600/DSC_4052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8na9BqBuhI/AAAAAAAAAYE/nW1bgMVn1GA/s400/DSC_4052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461136765115021842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the almighty necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8na9oeciJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/7SsEX2ignxI/s1600/DSC_4053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8na9oeciJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/7SsEX2ignxI/s400/DSC_4053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461136775535429778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8na-fDK5cI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rG1YjjATp_A/s1600/DSC_4054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8na-fDK5cI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rG1YjjATp_A/s400/DSC_4054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461136790184977858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ncjig0FMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nxWbkSfpMGI/s1600/DSC_4055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ncjig0FMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nxWbkSfpMGI/s400/DSC_4055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461138526281405634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nclhivgZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DnzFXzTurVQ/s1600/DSC_4056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nclhivgZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DnzFXzTurVQ/s400/DSC_4056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461138560380797330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The overview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ncmJaIstI/AAAAAAAAAYs/zRfkTubuLRM/s1600/DSC_4067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ncmJaIstI/AAAAAAAAAYs/zRfkTubuLRM/s400/DSC_4067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461138571082117842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ncmjgdEpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ri7GPIlhqlw/s1600/DSC_4074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ncmjgdEpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ri7GPIlhqlw/s400/DSC_4074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461138578087940754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shaik Mustafa Bin Smk, He really needs to learn to smile properly. No offence^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ndzAWc2rI/AAAAAAAAAY8/uQ0-4SSXios/s1600/DSC_4086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ndzAWc2rI/AAAAAAAAAY8/uQ0-4SSXios/s400/DSC_4086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461139891500669618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ndzvi3UvI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AN99j6iCSzc/s1600/DSC_4087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ndzvi3UvI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AN99j6iCSzc/s400/DSC_4087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461139904169202418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got to hang out with the 'Big kids' after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nd0DGa89I/AAAAAAAAAZM/rM6Fe5DtpF4/s1600/DSC_4163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nd0DGa89I/AAAAAAAAAZM/rM6Fe5DtpF4/s400/DSC_4163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461139909418611666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then off to their side's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nd0-SdVUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZSN3dRYOpds/s1600/DSC_4153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nd0-SdVUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZSN3dRYOpds/s400/DSC_4153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461139925306791234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Future Sis-in-law, Hayati^^Aryati-Hayati-Hayati-Aryati. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nfKL0SWPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/db4KFfbNL70/s1600/DSC_4227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nfKL0SWPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/db4KFfbNL70/s400/DSC_4227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461141389227219186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nfKgFGomI/AAAAAAAAAZk/TZ3CpYYCM14/s1600/DSC_4244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nfKgFGomI/AAAAAAAAAZk/TZ3CpYYCM14/s400/DSC_4244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461141394666463842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nfLHL5WJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/AbJcOLDKaxw/s1600/DSC_4251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nfLHL5WJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/AbJcOLDKaxw/s400/DSC_4251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461141405163935890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nfLvBY43I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RkDFi1QJdvQ/s1600/DSC_4241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nfLvBY43I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RkDFi1QJdvQ/s400/DSC_4241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461141415857283954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nf-uq5d8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LSYYA6bY5Kk/s1600/DSC_4192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nf-uq5d8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LSYYA6bY5Kk/s400/DSC_4192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142291936278466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nf_Ke0amI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XVwP9z8tPJE/s1600/DSC_4242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nf_Ke0amI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XVwP9z8tPJE/s400/DSC_4242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142299401808482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nf_fm2AGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sJwIXJVrPgY/s1600/DSC_4243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nf_fm2AGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sJwIXJVrPgY/s400/DSC_4243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142305072611426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, this is what we got. Be jealous. I swear there's tooo much chocolates and candies.&lt;br /&gt;And icing and sweeet stuffs. Like omg, can last 5 months. There's lotsa more but I cant seem to get the pictures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ngAH7bH9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/zEXN_RaH8qI/s1600/DSC_4151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ngAH7bH9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/zEXN_RaH8qI/s400/DSC_4151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142315896348626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nhWnfPMeI/AAAAAAAAAac/zDf1QMrpbps/s1600/DSC_4155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nhWnfPMeI/AAAAAAAAAac/zDf1QMrpbps/s400/DSC_4155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461143801836810722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ntios95AI/AAAAAAAAAe0/PxC8j3TAUGE/s1600/DSC_4219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ntios95AI/AAAAAAAAAe0/PxC8j3TAUGE/s400/DSC_4219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461157202460795906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ntiEjGhlI/AAAAAAAAAes/h_lzMgHf3nQ/s1600/DSC_4209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8ntiEjGhlI/AAAAAAAAAes/h_lzMgHf3nQ/s400/DSC_4209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461157192755742290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nhXB1HE4I/AAAAAAAAAak/gV0HSIdSXAk/s1600/DSC_4205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nhXB1HE4I/AAAAAAAAAak/gV0HSIdSXAk/s400/DSC_4205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461143808907875202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cake with prawn heads &amp;amp; stuff? But omg, it looks real awesome really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nhX1rIKpI/AAAAAAAAAas/eA4UdooVf3I/s1600/DSC_4206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nhX1rIKpI/AAAAAAAAAas/eA4UdooVf3I/s400/DSC_4206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461143822824647314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nhYSknbdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/lJUcjNW7n9s/s1600/DSC_4322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nhYSknbdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/lJUcjNW7n9s/s400/DSC_4322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461143830581964242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were all sitting down by the table. "What we can eat?!" Then all rushed for this. HAH! Looks are tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nkqgSlWLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/1jfgUjSzOgc/s1600/DSC_4207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nkqgSlWLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/1jfgUjSzOgc/s400/DSC_4207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461147442036955314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another cake, HeartShaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nkrCrrY3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/jAYedAVnmio/s1600/DSC_4208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nkrCrrY3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/jAYedAVnmio/s400/DSC_4208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461147451269014386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nkr2b2pSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/qysxwxu199I/s1600/DSC_4334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nkr2b2pSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/qysxwxu199I/s400/DSC_4334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461147465161286946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nlmCVmXwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Pk_otrMXU7U/s1600/DSC_4213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nlmCVmXwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Pk_otrMXU7U/s400/DSC_4213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461148464788692738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nlmZwziFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1Glf9cYgtuo/s1600/DSC06316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nlmZwziFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1Glf9cYgtuo/s400/DSC06316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461148471076816978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nlm7Mg8hI/AAAAAAAAAbk/qEhqquKObbY/s1600/DSC06327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nlm7Mg8hI/AAAAAAAAAbk/qEhqquKObbY/s400/DSC06327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461148480051409426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kuih lapis, I love peeling each layer and eating them one by one^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nmfWl3tTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/2bELRBj5xEY/s1600/DSC_4321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nmfWl3tTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/2bELRBj5xEY/s400/DSC_4321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461149449478190386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jelly, Jelly, Jelly, Jelly, let me see you work that jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nmf41ezgI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fAE9APNFBUs/s1600/DSC_4217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nmf41ezgI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fAE9APNFBUs/s400/DSC_4217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461149458670472706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nmgmQfaaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yrcfQRzhT2Q/s1600/DSC_4330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nmgmQfaaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yrcfQRzhT2Q/s400/DSC_4330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461149470863354274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surprise awaits in every box. Hah! Like a cereal slogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nnshmEw2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/4r1JoYDyXQ4/s1600/DSC_4214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nnshmEw2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/4r1JoYDyXQ4/s400/DSC_4214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461150775281763170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, everyone love these. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nntDTPEbI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6FXSIURu2c8/s1600/DSC_4216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nntDTPEbI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6FXSIURu2c8/s400/DSC_4216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461150784329552306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nntou_N1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/T5PsNOKAsUo/s1600/DSC_4319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nntou_N1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/T5PsNOKAsUo/s400/DSC_4319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461150794378065746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha, the lil cute chocolate bugs. Can be found in the airport. Dude, I love thesee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nowbE3ESI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tJkTluuZ5Q4/s1600/DSC_4318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nowbE3ESI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tJkTluuZ5Q4/s400/DSC_4318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461151941762945314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another heartshape plate/tray of ferero Roacher Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8now9T0C4I/AAAAAAAAAck/E6kg8wAvPg4/s1600/DSC_4328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8now9T0C4I/AAAAAAAAAck/E6kg8wAvPg4/s400/DSC_4328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461151950952467330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hah, another surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8noxXhDNSI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YyDDNjCNzWg/s1600/DSC_4333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8noxXhDNSI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YyDDNjCNzWg/s400/DSC_4333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461151957987308834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cake, surprising nice. Its like brownie licious only the icing was like woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8npfdo92JI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5gm7S3ri1og/s1600/DSC06323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8npfdo92JI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5gm7S3ri1og/s400/DSC06323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461152749905107090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8npf5vbEWI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XUZ6k0jGlvw/s1600/DSC06325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8npf5vbEWI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XUZ6k0jGlvw/s400/DSC06325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461152757448380770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bunch of lollis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8npgR-tUVI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6G74tRD_jeU/s1600/DSC_4215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8npgR-tUVI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6G74tRD_jeU/s400/DSC_4215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461152763954942290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nqSfR2FfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hnBCJGyDb60/s1600/DSC_4327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nqSfR2FfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hnBCJGyDb60/s400/DSC_4327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461153626518328818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picard Wallet for my bradaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nqSzKQnSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Km3QqjTDxVw/s1600/DSC_4324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nqSzKQnSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Km3QqjTDxVw/s400/DSC_4324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461153631855222050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G-shock watch. Real Big, Blue and suit for my bradaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nqTs7VIkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/64gWN9oDU3g/s1600/DSC_4283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nqTs7VIkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/64gWN9oDU3g/s400/DSC_4283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461153647361860162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nrdbiFZ-I/AAAAAAAAAds/zj17Lns0MPg/s1600/DSC_4287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nrdbiFZ-I/AAAAAAAAAds/zj17Lns0MPg/s400/DSC_4287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461154914002888674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost new sis &amp;amp; Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nrdkeAOwI/AAAAAAAAAd0/JdyfiQXxh6s/s1600/DSC_4297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nrdkeAOwI/AAAAAAAAAd0/JdyfiQXxh6s/s400/DSC_4297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461154916401691394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin and bestfriend of cousin's girlfriend, Emi girlfriend, Me &amp;amp; Cousin's girlfriend bestfriend with cousin. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nsWcLT5AI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZsUfcuJwbvE/s1600/DSC_4301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nsWcLT5AI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZsUfcuJwbvE/s400/DSC_4301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461155893428347906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we're off back to Pasir Ris &amp;amp; do some random webcam and camwhoore. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nsW4ouYAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/rUAm-Pu_uQA/s1600/DSC06299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nsW4ouYAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/rUAm-Pu_uQA/s400/DSC06299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461155901067911170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nsXUsT03I/AAAAAAAAAeM/q_KZ20TjmWE/s1600/DSC06294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nsXUsT03I/AAAAAAAAAeM/q_KZ20TjmWE/s400/DSC06294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461155908599141234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nsW4ouYAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/rUAm-Pu_uQA/s1600/DSC06299.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nthhNF-zI/AAAAAAAAAek/VGpR4o6x99k/s1600/DSC06305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nthhNF-zI/AAAAAAAAAek/VGpR4o6x99k/s400/DSC06305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461157183268191026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pictures is either in another camera/phone or its gonna be uploaded on facebook, including the webcam pics. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8rVExM2ffI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uD4_zI3el4Q/s1600/CIMG1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8rVExM2ffI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uD4_zI3el4Q/s400/CIMG1791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461411776043580914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8rVEowZSzI/AAAAAAAAAfE/JGUr5riKTKs/s1600/CIMG1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8rVEowZSzI/AAAAAAAAAfE/JGUr5riKTKs/s400/CIMG1787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461411773776743218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8rVETdqr9I/AAAAAAAAAe8/OQXVKkGpU6c/s1600/CIMG1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8rVETdqr9I/AAAAAAAAAe8/OQXVKkGpU6c/s400/CIMG1777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461411768061046738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;edit&gt;Kaykaykayy end of post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/edit&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Aryati/Pictures/Fafa%27s%20Engagement/DSC_4039.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Aryati/Pictures/Fafa%27s%20Engagement/DSC_4045.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Aryati/Pictures/Fafa%27s%20Engagement/DSC_4042.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Aryati/Pictures/Fafa%27s%20Engagement/DSC_4041.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Aryati/Pictures/Fafa%27s%20Engagement/DSC_4040.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-8299711226523285532?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8299711226523285532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=8299711226523285532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8299711226523285532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8299711226523285532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/04/shaik-mustafas-engagement.html' title='Shaik Mustafa&apos;s Engagement'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8nGPkzfTEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/M9LBn4-LDiY/s72-c/DSC_4039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-7631212423132703083</id><published>2010-04-11T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:33:54.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My stuff way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8HA3__2iXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3Lisfvyi7dg/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8HA3__2iXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3Lisfvyi7dg/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458856291654338930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8HA3pOEBiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BepgBjON1nE/s1600/DSC06214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8HA3pOEBiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BepgBjON1nE/s320/DSC06214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458856285539927586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My way of study. A lil scribbling of maths &amp;amp; a whole bunch of  doodles, a pinch of photosnapping &amp;amp; a touch of ice-cream on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8HA4cmpEkI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nTXlXJicv5Y/s1600/DSC06198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8HA4cmpEkI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nTXlXJicv5Y/s320/DSC06198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458856299333227074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8HBNlWP_KI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HpAeAKV4W48/s1600/DSC06143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8HBNlWP_KI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HpAeAKV4W48/s320/DSC06143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458856662457646242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I call that, studying. Short attention span not helping me out.&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/8628060277116930641-7631212423132703083?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7631212423132703083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=7631212423132703083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7631212423132703083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7631212423132703083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-stuff-way.html' title='My stuff way'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S8HA3__2iXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3Lisfvyi7dg/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6696062351500443146</id><published>2010-04-11T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:56:07.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect two</title><content type='html'>"You can be the peanut butter to my jelly,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly&lt;br /&gt;You can be the captain and I can be a first mate&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can be the chills that I feel on our first date.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can be the hero and I can be a sidekick&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Or you could be the sun when it shines in the mornin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Cause you're the apple to my pie&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're the straw to my berry&lt;br /&gt;You're the smoke to my high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can be the sweet tooth, I can be the dentist&lt;br /&gt;You can be the shoes and I can be the laces&lt;br /&gt;You can be heart that I spill on the pages&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You can be the pencil and I can be paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You can be as cold as the winter  weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 191); cursor: pointer; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I don't care as long as we're together&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-6696062351500443146?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6696062351500443146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6696062351500443146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6696062351500443146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6696062351500443146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-two.html' title='Perfect two'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2990044118935237285</id><published>2010-04-07T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:01:31.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey bloggerrDotCom! Its the 6th again, kay I know I'm a lil late. HAH! Happy 6th, Again, for the fifth time. I know the pass month has been really tough on us but I still stickwitu didnt I? Hahha and you're tooo insane, crazy, weird, not to leave me you crazy bitch! Hahahah sooomeansoomean^^I love the strong pumping of your heartbeat baby. &amp;amp; I'm so sorry you had to put up with all my shits &amp;amp; craps. Your care and concern kills me, cause its nothing I would have deserved. As much as it seems like I dont care &amp;amp; I dont seem to mind things, I'm weird in a way that I dont show of what I really feel. And I do care that you dont think I care about not caring when I actually do care about what you think I dont care about which is what you know we both care about. I am weird. W-Willing to be there for you E- Efforts put it in attemp of your happiness I- Ignorance from you kills me R- Reaction doesnt show though D- Dont think I can come out with anything more stupider than this, kay I swear this post is composed by my corrupted brain now. Such a horrendous post, what am i thinking? [today my brother vry handsome]&lt;/span&gt; - he told me to type that, muahaha he ask me not to type that he said that.&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/8628060277116930641-2990044118935237285?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2990044118935237285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2990044118935237285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2990044118935237285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2990044118935237285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools.html' title='April fools'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-574826924265703049</id><published>2010-04-04T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:21:49.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>Hey blogster, this is ultimately the randomest post ever. I want to enjoy life from now on. Just gonna try to dig out every inch of positivity in every single thing. Just gonna go with the flow, keep a low profile, try not to hurt anyone and just live life to the fullest. Gonna try to overcome every single obstruction that comes ahead of my way. Gonna head for more goals, &amp;amp; gonna try to keep every single tear from dripping. Kay, like whoa. Why did I type that? Hahah! I dont wanna be sick of life ever again. God willing. HA. Life's too short people. Khairil just gave me a random hug? Kay coool. Regret getting my tragus pierced again, cause I'm in desperation to scratchhh thatt bitch. Hah, kay Au Revoire loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-574826924265703049?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/574826924265703049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=574826924265703049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/574826924265703049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/574826924265703049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/04/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5480864485358632224</id><published>2010-04-03T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:55:31.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.A.N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back blogger &amp;amp; this post goes out to all girls with great guy friends. Many girls can agree that guys do make better friends than girls sometimes. Me, as a girl growing up with 4 older guys and more due to the usual circle of guests, my cousins, brother's gooodfriend that I know etc, it does not really comes as a surprise that I prefer having  guyfriends than girls. The bestest of mine is none other than Nooris &amp;amp; Mirza. Yeahhh you Nooris, I know one day you'll read this. Hahha, they are my bestest cause, they're the type who for one thing dont flirt, do not disrespect me in anyway(!), are mature, makes me  laugh in many ways, gives the greatest advice(!), are fun to hang around with, they wont bitch around like girls, isn't a complete arrogant, egotistical prick, makes the greatest jokes, who does remember about me from time to time enought to give a call, do not only give a call/chat/are good to you when in need of something, who I know for a really long time, who does actually read my blog(psst, Nooris), who can understand my situations, who I can relate to, who dont make me feel awkward hanging out alone as a girl together with, because they are not &lt;span class="yperMboxBubbleLeftRead"&gt;&lt;span class="yperMboxBubbleTop"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;chatty and irrationally emotional &amp;amp; dramatic like girls &amp;amp; rock as hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooris, I know you since the second day of school when I sat at the back of class with nadiah &amp;amp; laughing at your kecoh-ness. Hahha my big brother! Its been great hangin out with you. Your best sister(HAHAH!) speaking. Mirza, you're just great you know. We usually meet only in months but still we'll talk like usual to eachother. I was the first person you call when you're about to go, Hahha see now you miss us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long, since 14 October 2009 to be exact we three finally went out to another mac outlet together :D Love, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yperMboxBubbleLeftRead"&gt;&lt;span class="yperMboxBubbleTop"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-5480864485358632224?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5480864485358632224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5480864485358632224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5480864485358632224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5480864485358632224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/04/man.html' title='M.A.N'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5675195719441934930</id><published>2010-03-28T15:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:57:17.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Severn suzuki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spent my whole Saturday Morning for Earth Hour. Like whoa. And yet, when the time came for me to switch off the lights, I blew it. Watched hot chicks and totally forgot. Kay video, "the girl who turned everyone silent for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZsDliXzyAY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZsDliXzyAY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Hotfor-words.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-5675195719441934930?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5675195719441934930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5675195719441934930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5675195719441934930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5675195719441934930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/03/severn-suzuki.html' title='Severn suzuki'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-4004199143306004642</id><published>2010-03-20T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:34:05.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry blogger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S6Tq3Jpy2bI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_Mbv7HPJvx4/s1600-h/tumblr_kzh10aDW301qbstoto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S6Tq3Jpy2bI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_Mbv7HPJvx4/s320/tumblr_kzh10aDW301qbstoto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450739682230065586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates up on tumblr. www.Hotfor-words.tumblr.com, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;checkitout&lt;/span&gt;, right mimi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-4004199143306004642?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4004199143306004642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=4004199143306004642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4004199143306004642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4004199143306004642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry-blogger.html' title='sorry blogger.'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S6Tq3Jpy2bI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_Mbv7HPJvx4/s72-c/tumblr_kzh10aDW301qbstoto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-4871780286492599680</id><published>2010-03-17T15:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:02:14.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotfor-words.tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey blogggies, I've been updating very fast lately and many a time I really really wanted to post a zallion and one posts, so I cant believe it but I've gone tumblr. I must admit tumblr is really fun &amp;amp; easy. But I promise I wont forget to update blogger though. Kay, promises are meant to be broken right baby? What would any of you care if I dont update here anyways, its the same as updating on tumblr right? Au revoir^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotfor-words.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-4871780286492599680?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4871780286492599680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=4871780286492599680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4871780286492599680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4871780286492599680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/03/hotfor-wordstumblr.html' title='Hotfor-words.tumblr'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5157400892885184640</id><published>2010-03-15T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:17:00.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonny J</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S55PXfPcDHI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4C1OMh8qhmc/s1600-h/DSC05950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S55PXfPcDHI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4C1OMh8qhmc/s320/DSC05950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448879864106716274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna sing, dance, have an outburst of laughter till my stomach cant take it no more, I wanna play my guitar not caring bout the blisters the tip of my fingers gets, I wanna run, play in the rain, shout out to the heavens as I swing myself on the swings, I wanna chew on my candy till my tongue is sore, I wanna be broke and actually be okay with it, I wanna ride on the back of my brother's bike with my hair constantly flying everywhere, I wanna stand at the edge of a building &amp;amp; not to feel scared,  I wanna jump up &amp;amp; down, I wanna wake up to smiles everyday, I wanna ask for the world, not feeling scared of rejection. Feeling happy isnt about feeling perfect, it is to look beyond the imperfection and giving a whole lot of positive enforcement on something and to dance lightly with yourself. Lastly, I wanna know why I typed all of this sentences, forming a whole paragraph out of the blue without a reason to its existence. Kay I know. Boredom. Labels: Back From Camp&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/8628060277116930641-5157400892885184640?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5157400892885184640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5157400892885184640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5157400892885184640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5157400892885184640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/03/bonny-j.html' title='Bonny J'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S55PXfPcDHI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4C1OMh8qhmc/s72-c/DSC05950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6103382020364591096</id><published>2010-03-13T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:56:09.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal on Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.1fd.org/images/extraction.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.1fd.org/images/extraction.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey bloggies, I survived 15 minutes of the extraction! But I gotta go through another on Thursday, Boo youuu mann! The numbness was the one irritating me a dang lot. Plus the blue separators in between my every tooth is making me feel like there some substances from the previous meal stuck there. Just feel like diggging into my teeth and pulling them out with toothpicks. Well I have to say that's life. Missing the first day of fun camp, gonna drop by school and maybe stay over there. Keep Ikan company cause she can't do any physical activities too. Awww dang, cant play water games. Fuck it. Nevermind, its the way of life right? Kay imma go try licking some ice-cream now. The holes in my teeth is really patronising me. But I shall be kind and not use any profanities on them in hope they cure soon.&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/8628060277116930641-6103382020364591096?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6103382020364591096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6103382020364591096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6103382020364591096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6103382020364591096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/03/metal-on-thursday.html' title='Metal on Thursday'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-8680074343231994310</id><published>2010-03-10T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:09:28.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat loggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S5eoC7aAC4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZwMsvJS-WAc/s1600-h/P030509_21.14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S5eoC7aAC4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZwMsvJS-WAc/s320/P030509_21.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447007042587855746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a friend to share with in times of joy, a shoulder to lean on when i need support. You accept my funny ways and encourage my endeavours, you are always there for me. And when I think about what love means, i think of you. -Aryati'smk, 1 December 2009, 10.26pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have no idea where the heck I got that line from, weird. Random-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-8680074343231994310?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8680074343231994310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=8680074343231994310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8680074343231994310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8680074343231994310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/03/chat-loggs.html' title='Chat loggs'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S5eoC7aAC4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZwMsvJS-WAc/s72-c/P030509_21.14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6981621797313412683</id><published>2010-03-06T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:57:18.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th March at takraw court</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S5JfySw2j8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/YasxLvl28EU/s1600-h/vanessa-hudgens-zac-efron-hawaii-2008-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S5JfySw2j8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/YasxLvl28EU/s320/vanessa-hudgens-zac-efron-hawaii-2008-kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445520217079189442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heyy love, Its the 6th again. 6th. Spelt with 5 letter, S.I.X.T.H &amp;amp; the pronounciation of thee 'th'. Yes, the sixth. Hahha, by right we should be at a beach right now ^^ like always, but now I dont care bout that cause having to meet you at all today was good enough for me. Sorry I came today, cause I just made it harder to leave. It seems like only a month but really counting back, its been four sixth. I love it when you have this sincere smile on your face that made you look so innocent. I love the way you stare at me. I love it when I look into your eyes &amp;amp; realising you're looking into mine. Your tickles are always so extreme. I love when you say "I love you" Cause you make it sound so sincere sometimes. I love it when you pull me closer to you. I love when you're gentle while I'm asleep &amp;amp; when waking me up. You always know just the time to kiss me.  Kay, you know whaat, I just love you ass. Happy 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S5JhuVrKAyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3RcnpY1yooU/s1600-h/a-zanessa-smooch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S5JhuVrKAyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3RcnpY1yooU/s320/a-zanessa-smooch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445522348164383522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ps, Zac Efron &amp;amp; Vanessa Hudgens are so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-6981621797313412683?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6981621797313412683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6981621797313412683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6981621797313412683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6981621797313412683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/03/6th-march.html' title='6th March at takraw court'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S5JfySw2j8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/YasxLvl28EU/s72-c/vanessa-hudgens-zac-efron-hawaii-2008-kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-575760513347771968</id><published>2010-03-02T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:50:20.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love love love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S4z58Sq31ZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dJwK536o-qg/s1600-h/DSC05849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S4z58Sq31ZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dJwK536o-qg/s320/DSC05849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444000863783212434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey bloggies, lemme ask something, why do people, young people like us, use the word 'Love' to their partners who they are supposingly in relationship with? I mean seriously, for a word that only consist of 4 alphabets, you gotta admit that's one very strong word to use. It means alot. I mean like why do people insists of using that word for like only 'teen love' kinda situation. 'Love' sounds more appropriate for like adults, who might sometime actually get married finding themself eternally in 'Love' with their partners. That damn bloody word is actually too strong, but why do people still insist of using this word? Its because the word 'Like' is not strong enough to show how much you care for a person, and it just sounds plain weird to be saying "Nights, I like you." doesnt it? That's why when people who had actually told people they have feelings for them, they try their hardest to use the word "I love you" Hoping their partners would actually "Love" them back. So yeah, the word "Like" or whatever is tooo light to be used and its sounds too weird to be used to show how much you care. But the thing is, there's no other word to show the type of 'Love' you feel for a person for us, young people. "Love" that kiddish word we, young people use to show our care and feelings, but then that sweet, gentle, flattering word used by adults cause it is actually meant for their mature-ish relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in that case I wanna say that I really do care for you, I feel for you, I get angry and frustrated, upset maybe of the most ridiculous things quietly without you knowing just because I know its such a puny matter. I trust you, &amp;amp; I trust you when you said you trusted me even though you may act like you dont, but i know why you act like you did, asking me the same question over and over again about them, its because you actually do care for me and you wanna know even though it hurts you alot to find out the truth. You usually insists that I dont care for you, But I swear I do. The little things does hurt me like how I know it does to you. Every 'Sick of life' feeling you got, I swear I felt it too. I know I dont really react to what I feel, and it seems like I dont care but for the matter of fact I really do, that's why I'm weird that way. So, for once in this post, I gonna say what I really feel even though you may think I dont feel the way that I want you to know I feel. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt all this sound confusing? Ps, picture taken at random during shooting for  Malay performance task. Fake cigarette = Kental. But heyyyyyy, we had to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-575760513347771968?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/575760513347771968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=575760513347771968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/575760513347771968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/575760513347771968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-love-love.html' title='Love love love'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S4z58Sq31ZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dJwK536o-qg/s72-c/DSC05849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-4650929987738797449</id><published>2010-02-27T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:22:16.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That sky'/><title type='text'>hot for words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S4kTnlSS6EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NLpiYQ1QI7g/s1600-h/DSC05137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S4kTnlSS6EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NLpiYQ1QI7g/s320/DSC05137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442903195398629442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Words are just words. But they have meanings. These words makes sentences. Each sentences means a whole lot more when they mean something bad or hurtful doesnt it? Why do people usually forget the good ones and only remember the bad one? Why do people find it easier to remember mistakes? Why do people insist of haunting you with your mistakes instead of overlooking them? Why dont they praise you for your good doings? Why is it so hard to trust the everyday words that people use? Kay cool. I really wanna move away now. So yeah Au revoir. Hot for words. Pause, some random shit.&lt;br /&gt;I really really really wanna watch Dear John, Movie date anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0fq5dd0C60&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0fq5dd0C60&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/8628060277116930641-4650929987738797449?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4650929987738797449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=4650929987738797449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4650929987738797449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4650929987738797449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/02/hot-for-words.html' title='hot for words'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S4kTnlSS6EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NLpiYQ1QI7g/s72-c/DSC05137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5706205237988374377</id><published>2010-02-22T19:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:11:30.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemme get that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S4JyPZwZWmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZpU8D4vYLOs/s1600-h/LAYS_Sour_Cream_Onion_Potato_Chips.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S4JyPZwZWmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZpU8D4vYLOs/s320/LAYS_Sour_Cream_Onion_Potato_Chips.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441036908754459234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey bloggies, I just realised I'm dubiously in love with Lays Potato Chips since forever. I mean like the taste is so smogish and succulent, Its too good that I made a word to express how awesome the flavours are &amp;amp; yet it is not enough to express how efficient its taste. Anyways, homework have been bitching. I suck in my common test, I only love love love my geography common test marks, full marks laa sey. Hahahh! But thats maybe because it was too easy, wasnt it? Sorry if this sounds braggish love. I found out I need an operation, if not now then it would be when I'm older. Okay, even though I know I'm not gonna do it now but the fact that you need surgery and operation seriously made my heart screamed. Cut my throat or cheeks, get rid of all those black tars while you're at it doc, thank you very much, hahha thenn cut my jaw bone. Ouch, sounds too painful. Wish me luck, cause I'm scared^^ Cant wait for the 6th and 12th. Pain killers &amp;amp; Injections on my gums, here we go!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S4JyqMtAYNI/AAAAAAAAAVM/rxVLrMtgt04/s1600-h/7923_160714867357_605877357_2926505_6033116_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S4JyqMtAYNI/AAAAAAAAAVM/rxVLrMtgt04/s320/7923_160714867357_605877357_2926505_6033116_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441037369107046610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh looook car, kayy let me die^^&lt;br /&gt;*Grab me &amp;amp; pulls me back&lt;br /&gt;"Aww so sweet, lemme try. Amirahhh, dont die!" Says Kika, that drama girl.&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/8628060277116930641-5706205237988374377?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5706205237988374377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5706205237988374377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5706205237988374377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5706205237988374377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/02/lemme-get-that.html' title='Lemme get that'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S4JyPZwZWmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZpU8D4vYLOs/s72-c/LAYS_Sour_Cream_Onion_Potato_Chips.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-187043807226739605</id><published>2010-02-18T22:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:31:20.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks alot for everything.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop acting like yourself'/><title type='text'>Quadratic formula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S31LcGMG9LI/AAAAAAAAAU8/oiHv7O2XhQo/s1600-h/findx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S31LcGMG9LI/AAAAAAAAAU8/oiHv7O2XhQo/s320/findx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439586871003247794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spending all day doing maths, that feeling you get when you understand something in maths. Like Ms Fong said it. "if you seeee the negative sign, you FLIP." With her fancy lil fingernail in a twisting motions. Cancel, cancel, &amp;amp; when you see the negative sign you FLIP.  Inside joke, only we &amp;amp; you know Ms Fong. Ohh, new song. Do 2a hang low? Under negative B, Plus or minus square root, b square minus 4ac, if you practice that quadratic, you will find it automatic. Do 2ac hang low? From the chain hang low song. Its fun to repeat, to my mum. Hahha, over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over again and again. That talk that Amirah &amp;amp; I had tells me, I was not the only one feeling what I felt at those point of times. Cheer up girlfriend. I never regretted those 10 months, or 1 year or 2 years of it, so would you. Nooris, if you reading this, be strong with the problem you guys are having now, kay that was random. Bye algebra.&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/8628060277116930641-187043807226739605?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/187043807226739605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=187043807226739605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/187043807226739605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/187043807226739605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/02/quadratic-formula.html' title='Quadratic formula'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S31LcGMG9LI/AAAAAAAAAU8/oiHv7O2XhQo/s72-c/findx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2175914601095269633</id><published>2010-02-17T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:47:49.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I took that one way picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Two is better than one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3vy_ov4imI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Za7djPkeeqw/s1600-h/DSC05724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3vy_ov4imI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Za7djPkeeqw/s320/DSC05724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439208150063942242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heyy bloggies, didnt go school today, cause came back from holiday wayy too late &amp;amp; I woke up at 7.15 anyways &amp;amp; love didnt go school too ^^ So, at 12.30 left the house, met at 567 then off to near Siglap. Then initially I wanted to sleeep, so went to his place. Kay, I like his house. Dang nice, I swear, you gayboy dont believe me. Hahhha, then compp-ed at his place &amp;amp; fight for pilllow, kaycool. And I slept for about 1.05 minute, thennn force him to lemme go Ass &amp;amp; Ohh. I cant believe. I went. To Sno. Then the usuals, i guess. Tooootsi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-2175914601095269633?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2175914601095269633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2175914601095269633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2175914601095269633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2175914601095269633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='Two is better than one'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3vy_ov4imI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Za7djPkeeqw/s72-c/DSC05724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-1376043696780178311</id><published>2010-02-13T15:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:02:29.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey soul sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZWz0mD0CI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-OrcEFY_ec4/s1600-h/DSC05698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZWz0mD0CI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-OrcEFY_ec4/s320/DSC05698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437629048388046882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey Bloggies, &amp;amp; All the random people reading my blog randomly. Common Test Not Over Yet! Gosh, One more paper, Additional Maths. Pooof. 4 Papers on one day was the worst thing that has ever happened to me in the history of studying for papers. Studied at library till closing time. But cannot concentrate thanks to some gayboy, then I was also stressed with powerpoint &amp;amp; Glogster. Glogster kept crashing my firefox, Internet Explorer &amp;amp; Google Crome. &amp;amp; "Well this is embarassing" Keep appearing on my firefox screen &amp;amp; I had to study for my papers, so yeah every molecule of my brain cells crashed. But on the plus side, Emi got my other brother &amp;amp; I addicted to one very catchy song. Its Valentines Again, &amp;amp; its supposingly the one year anniversary of 'fu.fee' Too bad Videos arent there anymore, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love you Dinah. Happy Valentines Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZW0bkI44I/AAAAAAAAAUM/NDya5CdgWXo/s1600-h/DSC05697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZW0bkI44I/AAAAAAAAAUM/NDya5CdgWXo/s320/DSC05697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437629058848973698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZW1fJsOcI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KCpoD3mmzIA/s1600-h/DSC05696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZW1fJsOcI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KCpoD3mmzIA/s320/DSC05696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437629076991654338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZW0_7OfiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QAGK1iwidXM/s1600-h/DSC05684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZW0_7OfiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QAGK1iwidXM/s320/DSC05684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437629068609486370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZW1EAJkfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/klSPRISmikk/s1600-h/well+this+is+embarassing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZW1EAJkfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/klSPRISmikk/s320/well+this+is+embarassing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437629069703877106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZYANFUVII/AAAAAAAAAUs/befWBl3NFrs/s1600-h/DSC05659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZYANFUVII/AAAAAAAAAUs/befWBl3NFrs/s320/DSC05659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437630360631661698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heyy Soul Sister, Aint That Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JV74i4yvcA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JV74i4yvcA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="150" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-1376043696780178311?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1376043696780178311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=1376043696780178311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1376043696780178311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1376043696780178311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-soul-sister.html' title='Hey soul sister'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3ZWz0mD0CI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-OrcEFY_ec4/s72-c/DSC05698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-1864615895812119160</id><published>2010-02-06T12:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:09:02.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At no avail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love Shaik Mustafa. I love Shaik Hisyam. I love Shaik Helmi. I love Shaik Khairil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edited.&lt;br /&gt;I swear there was fireworks on 6th February.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3Aa03ROFOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OLHKxrwsj4U/s1600-h/DSC05657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3Aa03ROFOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OLHKxrwsj4U/s320/DSC05657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435874245727884514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-1864615895812119160?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1864615895812119160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=1864615895812119160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1864615895812119160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1864615895812119160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-no-avail.html' title='At no avail'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S3Aa03ROFOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OLHKxrwsj4U/s72-c/DSC05657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-3982562598766481379</id><published>2010-01-31T14:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:41:35.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaygo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UkxtjUVVI/AAAAAAAAASk/bK4DqB7rvp0/s1600-h/DSC05604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UkxtjUVVI/AAAAAAAAASk/bK4DqB7rvp0/s320/DSC05604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432788961952290130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was just plain last minute. Tiffany's mum drove us for a vry vry short while then went inter for ice blast. Then baby came, 'Physical touching' Or whatttttt. One hour later, baby went off &amp;amp; we took a cab to Ballota Park for Preta's House Party. House party or whatt. &amp;amp; Yeah that's it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UkyAPDp9I/AAAAAAAAASs/1X7aHK6H-v4/s1600-h/DSC05607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UkyAPDp9I/AAAAAAAAASs/1X7aHK6H-v4/s320/DSC05607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432788966967584722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2Ukyi_FcxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/R1vv3yaGF7U/s1600-h/DSC05615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2Ukyi_FcxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/R1vv3yaGF7U/s320/DSC05615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432788976295834386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UkzDtrONI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1A1CcpO0V4c/s1600-h/DSC05616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UlxTU9dHI/AAAAAAAAATM/OBUg2BlDh98/s320/DSC05595+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432790054424376434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UlxzdRHUI/AAAAAAAAATU/XNHhVDRAPEA/s1600-h/DSC05600+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UlxzdRHUI/AAAAAAAAATU/XNHhVDRAPEA/s320/DSC05600+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432790063049153858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UlymcH4jI/AAAAAAAAATc/tzQmzalJCNE/s1600-h/DSC05621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UlymcH4jI/AAAAAAAAATc/tzQmzalJCNE/s320/DSC05621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432790076734562866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UlzA40N-I/AAAAAAAAATk/lSEdazV3CYQ/s1600-h/DSC05623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UlzA40N-I/AAAAAAAAATk/lSEdazV3CYQ/s320/DSC05623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432790083834230754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-3982562598766481379?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3982562598766481379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=3982562598766481379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3982562598766481379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3982562598766481379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/01/kaygo.html' title='Kaygo'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S2UkxtjUVVI/AAAAAAAAASk/bK4DqB7rvp0/s72-c/DSC05604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-821627555217826739</id><published>2010-01-28T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:53:54.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Short post today bloggies. This guy rocks. Tatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2bZ-ohaLuY4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2bZ-ohaLuY4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Todrick Hall sang an original song for his American Idol audition season 9 Dallas 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Todrick is my name, and I'm here to play a part in your game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hopped a plane, took a train just to claim my 15 minutes of fame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do I have to get down on my knees in my $300 jeans? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because I would if it meant to me that maybe you could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just send me to Hollywood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-821627555217826739?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/821627555217826739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=821627555217826739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/821627555217826739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/821627555217826739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/01/american-idol.html' title='American idol'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5264351699481749202</id><published>2010-01-24T18:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:42:19.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad is not a dilf^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S1wjW8A7PaI/AAAAAAAAASc/Nbi3fu1HkRk/s1600-h/Jenny.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S1wjW8A7PaI/AAAAAAAAASc/Nbi3fu1HkRk/s320/Jenny.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430254127676079522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey bloggies, I hate when I dont have anything to say when blogging &amp;amp; then publishing plain-vanilla posts &amp;amp; when I'm not blogging, I got alot of things to say. Should I give a long one today? Here's a long one, i think. Okay, so I was on youtube &amp;amp; I found this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBwFqudGac8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBwFqudGac8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad is majorly hilarious, "Hey dad, i got a girl pregnant. Its with a black girl." "WHAAAT!" The facial expressions. I was holding on my pee before watching this so yeah, soo I watched more, just to see the dude's dad. Hilarious mannzxzxzzxzz. Watch watch watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayo7JQ_3B18&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayo7JQ_3B18&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeahhh, THE JOKE. "He who go to bed early, wake up early. Mann that's a good one" Omg, What a joke! So yeahhh, I gotta have more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iR59E1nv3xY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iR59E1nv3xY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love his dadddd manzxzx! He is so lame, but funny. I think. To me, i think. &amp;amp; Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLV30JLO_uc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLV30JLO_uc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last one, last one, last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cg_JkeaJgFk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cg_JkeaJgFk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every video or everytime you watch his videos, money would be donated to charity ^^ Lil jenny from gossip girl. That was random, but I love her style in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-5264351699481749202?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5264351699481749202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5264351699481749202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5264351699481749202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5264351699481749202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-bloggies-i-hate-when-i-dont-have.html' title='My dad is not a dilf^^'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S1wjW8A7PaI/AAAAAAAAASc/Nbi3fu1HkRk/s72-c/Jenny.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-8653710116964633117</id><published>2010-01-22T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:03:04.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S1nLUwj7ObI/AAAAAAAAASU/rp0GrTFqh7o/s1600-h/DSC05189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S1nLUwj7ObI/AAAAAAAAASU/rp0GrTFqh7o/s320/DSC05189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429594383265249714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace upon you bloggies, back from camp of course. I'm thinking you dont need to know what I'm thinking. Actually, there's an obstruction in my brain that is seriously not helping me to think, so I probaly have nothing to say but nonsense things you can get out of a random 43 year old lesbian's blog. I'm not saying imma 43 year old lesbian or anything like that. Arghh, kay nevermind. The name Luthfi is not gay. Yeah sure. Kayy kisses goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Slacked at block&gt;Hi didi&gt;Ikan's crib&gt;Hello Paranormal Activity&gt;I swear something wrong with this guy's fingers&gt;I swear my finger not pain laa&gt;Bye Paranormal Activity&gt;Hello West Plaza&gt;Seven Eleven&gt;Card Holder, Greengreengreen&gt;Kiss goodbye&gt;Hi mum.&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/8628060277116930641-8653710116964633117?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8653710116964633117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=8653710116964633117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8653710116964633117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8653710116964633117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/01/idah.html' title='Idah'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S1nLUwj7ObI/AAAAAAAAASU/rp0GrTFqh7o/s72-c/DSC05189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-4124278633133369577</id><published>2010-01-16T15:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:23:50.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mother please save me."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey bloggies, there's aint nothing for me to blog here.&lt;br /&gt;I shall try my best to not use any profanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9kIxlrlnI4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9kIxlrlnI4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="150" width="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love Meg and Dia, &amp;amp; I love this damn song. Rip, Sarah's daughter. Random post. Gotta go camp. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby, i love you, dont you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-4124278633133369577?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4124278633133369577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=4124278633133369577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4124278633133369577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4124278633133369577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/01/mother-please-save-me.html' title='&quot;Mother please save me.&quot;'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-4944435676676024782</id><published>2010-01-10T19:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:53:57.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8.1Megapixie. Loves it.'/><title type='text'>Natasha turns three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S0m8Gj4DamI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ySS2L-SjA5o/s1600-h/CIMG0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S0m8Gj4DamI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ySS2L-SjA5o/s320/CIMG0930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425074047040055906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S0m8GGZ50XI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Q3UupsQfSjA/s1600-h/DSC05456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S0m8GGZ50XI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Q3UupsQfSjA/s320/DSC05456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425074039128969586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey bloggies, just here to say Happy Birthday Datok, Nur Haney Natasha &amp;amp; Shaik Hisyam. I love you, live a long life, especially you datok, &amp;amp; Rock on. Haney's birthday party yesterday. Aww, so cute, all toys in a guy's dream was given to a GIRL. She got a freaking Machine gun. We all went for the guns. Hahha, it was truly gerek. But it hurts, dangerous. Haney's gonna grow up to be carrying a gun everywhere. Taught the kids everything they need to know to use the Machine gun. &amp;amp; They Loves it, aww its cute how their last request before I leave is to play shooting together for the last time. 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S0m_ROUbkgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CH2kSTKSW-8/s320/DSC05489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425077528766943746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-4944435676676024782?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4944435676676024782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=4944435676676024782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4944435676676024782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4944435676676024782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/01/natasha-turns-three.html' title='Natasha turns three'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S0m8Gj4DamI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ySS2L-SjA5o/s72-c/CIMG0930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-1099718229918816111</id><published>2010-01-08T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:23:19.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S0cxrv3qlJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/L6EqNVQQdjo/s1600-h/DSC05411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S0cxrv3qlJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/L6EqNVQQdjo/s320/DSC05411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424358903845131410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace upon you bloggies, Its the same old same old. Nothing new. Lepak at Hadi's block&gt;Went to whitesands&gt; Mac donaled&gt; Buy cards&gt; Play at void deck near pond&gt; Then play play play&gt; Laugh laugh laugh&gt; Bored bored bored&gt; Laugh somemore&gt; Record stuffs&gt; Zuhaizat fell off his chair&gt; Amirah fell off her chair&gt; Laugh somemore&gt; Off to Amirah's block&gt; Sit at playground&gt; Talk, talk talk&gt; Suddenly rained down on us&gt; Ran to void deck&gt; Sit, talk talk talk&gt; Walked to my block&gt; Sit, talk talk talk&gt; That's it. Its all the same crap I do, almost everyday. Almost. Its still fun though. Boring post kan Nooris?! Oh, have anyone seen my Jj?&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/8628060277116930641-1099718229918816111?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1099718229918816111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=1099718229918816111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1099718229918816111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1099718229918816111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/01/emotional-attachment.html' title='Emotional Attachment'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S0cxrv3qlJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/L6EqNVQQdjo/s72-c/DSC05411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-9056205346572853294</id><published>2010-01-05T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:08:17.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S0MrfGDf2tI/AAAAAAAAAQk/3B_wio3HpJ0/s1600-h/Image1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S0MrfGDf2tI/AAAAAAAAAQk/3B_wio3HpJ0/s320/Image1443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423226189485431506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace upon you blogsters, school's normal. Gosh, I hate it when teachers say stuff I don't understand. I would usually just keep staring at the teacher, my mind wondering off somewhere esle or I would slowly fall asleep or I just turn to Tiffany and go like "Do you understand?!" &amp;amp; She'll give me the 'idontknow' move. Tomorrow 2hr 30mins of Maths, straight. Shucks. Thinking about repent-ing soon. Forgive me Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Let the rain fall down, And wake my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Let it wash away, My sanity&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wanna feel the thunder&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream, Let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming clean."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8628060277116930641-9056205346572853294?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/9056205346572853294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=9056205346572853294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/9056205346572853294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/9056205346572853294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/01/come-clean.html' title='Come Clean'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/S0MrfGDf2tI/AAAAAAAAAQk/3B_wio3HpJ0/s72-c/Image1443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2791130558917627753</id><published>2010-01-01T15:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:15:16.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;Hey bloggies! Its a freaking new year, &amp;amp; I had THE best last day of a year ever. Spent the day with cousins, well I wouldnt really call them cousins, more like blood related friends, cause they'd make an awesome group of friends. Went bowling first &amp;amp; I swear I didnt sucked too bad. There were times I was leading butt of course in the end I lost, BUT who cares! Hahha. Then went for some lunch then played taitee, for awhile then off to see Avatar in 3D. But it was fucked up cause we were sitting in the insane front row, so we lay on the floors instead cause the close up were killing our brain cells. Dammit it was awesome, ohh yeah, sorry counterlady for rating you a Sad face, didnt regret it too much though. Movie ended close to 8.30 &amp;amp; I remembered Hoobastank was performing at d'marquee. So we made our way down there, the tickets were freaking $82 dollars, but it was a buy one get one free basis. But still, we didnt had money, so we just stood outside d'marquee watching some other performers outside with our pity faces, then. Some miracle happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421697243867763602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sz286vxz05I/AAAAAAAAAQc/m2QCfC5XDGc/s320/IMG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/231701002357"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/231701002357" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/231707442357"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/231707442357" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/231711362357"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/231711362357" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this part :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/231718157357"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/231718157357" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/231736007357"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/231736007357" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hoobastank Concert! Hahah! As I said, we were standing around then this official approached us &amp;amp; &amp;amp; said "Are you guys coming in?" Then we were like "Nooooo ):" Then he was like "Oh okay how many of yall?" &amp;amp; We were like "Fourr!" Then he was like "Okay come with me." &amp;amp; He hooked us up with tickets, &amp;amp; I was like "omg, i love you." Hahha! &amp;amp; YEAH Countdown with Hoobastank! :D &amp;amp; They finally played the song everyone was waiting for, "The reason", Everyone practically screamed the whole song along. Lots of familiar faces at downtown, really. Saw, some loved ones too. The day was too awesome, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/231749057357"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/231749057357" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/231756372357"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/231756372357" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/231769737357"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/231769737357" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/231773892357"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/231773892357" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-2791130558917627753?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2791130558917627753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2791130558917627753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2791130558917627753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2791130558917627753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-2010.html' title='2009-2010'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sz286vxz05I/AAAAAAAAAQc/m2QCfC5XDGc/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-4874844583451055113</id><published>2009-12-27T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:47:28.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigahiga'/><title type='text'>FARTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Szb0T4Iw8AI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FuBV8-OsMq4/s1600-h/13564_1275615260032_1519483123_728634_7774469_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Szb0T4Iw8AI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FuBV8-OsMq4/s320/13564_1275615260032_1519483123_728634_7774469_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419787823910809602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Farts, it aint a big deal. People goes like "Urgh stop farting, that is so disgusting, thats so immature" but they're the immature ones, cause farts is a natural process of life. You dont see me going out to people asking them to stop breathing cause their breath stinks. I mean what's the difference. Sometimes I meet people who's breath smells like fart and sometimes its worst, so I dont see why its a big deal. Everybody in the world farts, people, dogs, cats, frogs, lamps, giraffes, pillows, cows etc. So why is it a big deal? Cause we make it to be. I like to answer my own questions. Isnt that right? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud farts are perfect for gags cause they dont really smell that bad, there's the silent but violent, these farts are freaking ninja's they just poof right out without anyone knowing &amp;amp; yet those are the stinkest ones. If you do fart just deny farting cause its healthier if you let it out cause if you dont let out your farts, other gases in your body is gonna start to build up, and if it builds up its gonna make you expand, and when that happens you're gonna explode, when you explode you're body parts is going to be flying everywhere, dogs, sheeps, camels they're gonna eat your remains then when your remains run out what are they going to do? Go for your babies, do you wanna be a baby killer? Cause everytime you're holding in your fart, you're that much closer to killing a baby. So all you people thinking farts are gross, disgustings and all. Think of it this way, I'm trying to save lives what are you doing? You're killing babies :D Jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ps, here's to you nooris. RIP Ben Ben&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-4874844583451055113?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4874844583451055113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=4874844583451055113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4874844583451055113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4874844583451055113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/12/farts.html' title='FARTS'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Szb0T4Iw8AI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FuBV8-OsMq4/s72-c/13564_1275615260032_1519483123_728634_7774469_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5759873843491885113</id><published>2009-12-26T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:45:25.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chippettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SzXNDTVZxSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vkBq051VsIM/s1600-h/DSC05241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SzXNDTVZxSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vkBq051VsIM/s320/DSC05241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419463183223604514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey bloggies, Midnight Movied with homegirl Ahneesahh. Alvin &amp;amp; the Chipmunks, the squeakquel. Lemme tell ya, this movie is freaking (I didnt use fucking) Cut to the Eeeeee. Succulently cute! Ahneez keep telling me the chipettes were super prettty. Hahha, Like yeahhhh. Oh yeah all of them sang like really really really good. Hahhah, you spin my head right round, right round when you go down when you go down down. That scene was addictive. Go watch, and drag me along if you do, I wanna watch. Again. HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-5759873843491885113?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5759873843491885113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5759873843491885113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5759873843491885113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5759873843491885113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/12/chippettes.html' title='Chippettes'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SzXNDTVZxSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vkBq051VsIM/s72-c/DSC05241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-8004490910770372506</id><published>2009-12-18T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:11:22.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be flying to Langkawi! Thanks for the 'take care' wishes guys, 4 days only! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amyy says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(61, 133, 198); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thhenn i just remember tht tomoroe &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:large;" &gt;aryati&lt;/span&gt; going langkawi ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(61, 133, 198); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;untill tuesdayy... life going to be boring w/o her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(61, 133, 198); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i tell u ,,, she's the&lt;span style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; best &lt;/span&gt;cousin u can get...BUt she's mine ! hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(61, 133, 198); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;k lah ,, till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(61, 133, 198); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(61, 133, 198); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bye &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:large;" &gt;aryati !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(61, 133, 198); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;have fun eh at langkawi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(61, 133, 198); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hugs and Kisses !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Amyyy! Cant believe you blogged about me, awww! Hahahah! i love you amy! Will try to get you something for you from Langkawiiii! You're the best :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amicrazylife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Amy's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My brother would like to SHARE a few words (He made me do this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Did you know, that if you chew gum while you're cutting an onion, you will not cry. Also,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;if you take 111111111 times 111111111 it will equal to 12345678987654321 dont belive you check laa.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ps, dont ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-8004490910770372506?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8004490910770372506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=8004490910770372506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8004490910770372506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8004490910770372506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow-ill-be-flying-to-langkawi.html' title='Flight'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2520219441623168850</id><published>2009-12-18T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:44:23.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheered me on to ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SyuUcPWiM8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/hDQ6qRrzUV0/s1600-h/DSC05105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SyuUcPWiM8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/hDQ6qRrzUV0/s320/DSC05105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416586189721449410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey bloggies, back from Vietnam! Sorry I'm a little slow. But its because I was thinking about how Imma tell you bout the trip, like what I mean was, should I put all the pictures, 125 plus plus plus or should I just put one picture and give you the album link? But in that case which one should I choose? So, here goes. The trip was superly awesome that no words can describe how majorly significant the trip was. Loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=132491&amp;amp;id=605877357&amp;amp;l=7ede78be88" target="_blank"&gt;ALBUM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-2520219441623168850?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2520219441623168850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2520219441623168850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2520219441623168850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2520219441623168850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheered-me-on-to-ride.html' title='Cheered me on to ride'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SyuUcPWiM8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/hDQ6qRrzUV0/s72-c/DSC05105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2791717270841525985</id><published>2009-12-07T21:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:34:23.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greenlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Happy Belated Birthday Amirah Raudhah &amp;amp; Happy Advance Emi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sx0Dy6us6DI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JijfW5Fqw-c/s1600-h/DSC04917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sx0Dy6us6DI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JijfW5Fqw-c/s320/DSC04917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412486500462684210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sx0DyqBcevI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UcYSlFD3THo/s1600-h/DSC04897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sx0DyqBcevI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UcYSlFD3THo/s320/DSC04897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412486495977896690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sx0Dy6us6DI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JijfW5Fqw-c/s1600-h/DSC04917.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey darling blogsters, been spending quite a sum of money lately. Being broke makes me feel disconsolate, maybe because there's plenty a thing I need money for right now. Simpsons's long term seasons ages ago surprised me for being so unstimulating just boring somehow. I dont know why. Maybe I watched too much of recent season's episodes that the seasons before seems like plain-vanilla, in a boring way. Oh god, I just realised that I'm going Vietnam with the most awesome people in 3 more days, seriously ecstatic. Especially hotel time, kay this is seriously making me wildyexcitedthatIgottapooaboutitfromitsenthusiaticjoy. Its go-time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-2791717270841525985?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2791717270841525985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2791717270841525985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2791717270841525985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2791717270841525985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/12/greenlight.html' title='greenlight'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sx0Dy6us6DI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JijfW5Fqw-c/s72-c/DSC04917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-3878417888933800550</id><published>2009-12-03T01:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:16:11.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey blogsters, it seems like it was only yesterday when I just unleash my doings/thoughts/emotions here. Ohh it was. Yesterday. Awesome. Attempting to sound interesting here. Fame. Fame. Fame. Fame. Fame. Fame. I need to watch it. Watch this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gc6tYoQKqKY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gc6tYoQKqKY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went like "aww." If I walk, will you run? If I stop, will you come? And this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K6OIuIfM5Tg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K6OIuIfM5Tg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awesome right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ps, Happy 100th posting blogster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-3878417888933800550?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3878417888933800550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=3878417888933800550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3878417888933800550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/3878417888933800550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/12/fame.html' title='Fame'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-259644608321353210</id><published>2009-12-02T01:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:48:10.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYTYCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey blogsters, I officially have been using the same url for a year now. That's a first. Still awake watching So you think you can dance Season 4 marathon on AXN. Here's an all time crowd's favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUuHK3csqEs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUuHK3csqEs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that good or whattt. You can literally feel the heartbreak. If you still dont get it, its about a man so caught up on his work, leaving his love one feeling alone. Here's another one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVXs1yCNVA8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVXs1yCNVA8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awesome, so you think you can dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-259644608321353210?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/259644608321353210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=259644608321353210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/259644608321353210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/259644608321353210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/12/sytycd.html' title='SYTYCD'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2649413644553913027</id><published>2009-11-26T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:58:47.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>86400 seconds in a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somewhere between all our laughs, long talks, stupid little fights, and all our jokes, I fell in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-2649413644553913027?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2649413644553913027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2649413644553913027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2649413644553913027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2649413644553913027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/11/86400-seconds-in-day.html' title='86400 seconds in a day'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-1615729777310006484</id><published>2009-11-24T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:53:22.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby 'J's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SwvJEYnCrgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bATTXRarWpE/s1600/Jeng+jeng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SwvJEYnCrgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bATTXRarWpE/s320/Jeng+jeng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407636854751276546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey blogstars, introducing Baby Jeng Jeng. Why the name? Cause Baby J and him always fight and mum will go like "Jeng jeng jeng..." Cute right? Stray with toilet trained abilities. Super loving and keeps jumping onto everyone's lap or the sofa or beds or tables and my hamster's cage. Loves hugs and kisses and not forgetting cuddles. Weeee. Vivacious like hell. So, bye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-1615729777310006484?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1615729777310006484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=1615729777310006484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1615729777310006484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1615729777310006484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-js.html' title='Baby &apos;J&apos;s'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SwvJEYnCrgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bATTXRarWpE/s72-c/Jeng+jeng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-7118391105040667986</id><published>2009-11-18T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:57:12.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Executive condo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SwQLCMgsMBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jPuGL3bKZpc/s1600/DSC04689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SwQLCMgsMBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jPuGL3bKZpc/s320/DSC04689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405457585097420818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SwQLB2CVnII/AAAAAAAAAOs/YoqEK3MCE2A/s1600/DSC04688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SwQLB2CVnII/AAAAAAAAAOs/YoqEK3MCE2A/s320/DSC04688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405457579064532098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SwQLBWf5VmI/AAAAAAAAAOk/arMqK6mFOFI/s1600/DSC04690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SwQLBWf5VmI/AAAAAAAAAOk/arMqK6mFOFI/s320/DSC04690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405457570598573666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hey blogsters, went to gym and swimming at the Executive Condominium near Pasir Ris Polyclinic there. My gym buddies for today, Ahneez'ses and Mimi conquered the gym room. Got no one so yeah. Then next swimming. Well, conquered the swimming pool too. So awesome. The pool was awesome. Spa like. Got sprinklers and sauna there. I tell you if i live at that condo, life damn easy. Got pool, gym, playground, jacuzzi then in front is polyclinic then somewhere there is central. Then got place for party and bbq, kay I am so making a big deal outta this. The place is really beautiful but the houses are small but there are big ones with pent houses. Wahhhh. Too bad my big brother dont wanna buy house there. But its kindov worth it. Somemore quite near my parents house, rather then his precious Punggol. Post will hang here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-7118391105040667986?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7118391105040667986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=7118391105040667986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7118391105040667986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/7118391105040667986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/11/executive-condo.html' title='Executive condo'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SwQLCMgsMBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jPuGL3bKZpc/s72-c/DSC04689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2311620792878826902</id><published>2009-11-16T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:41:44.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey blogster. Have been awhile since I updated. I guess this lazy girl just got lazier since her fourteeth. I was about to blog about a million and twenty two things on the day after my birthday to thank everyone and for the sake of telling of my day but dang, I just got lazier and lazier every freaking minute. Dont think I'll be updating any time soon after this. Bye baby.&lt;br /&gt;Ps, 2012 is not gonna be true, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-2311620792878826902?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2311620792878826902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2311620792878826902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2311620792878826902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2311620792878826902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2860601888302596587</id><published>2009-10-31T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:50:58.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SuvdzNSdOfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vxjfGPTCdgA/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SuvdzNSdOfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vxjfGPTCdgA/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398652450143812082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Suvdy57NtJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/bd2aqa-IhmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Suvdy57NtJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/bd2aqa-IhmQ/s320/IMG_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398652444946052242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey! I'm back on tumblr. for the post. Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://confessedinsanities.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Confessedinsanities.tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-2860601888302596587?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2860601888302596587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2860601888302596587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2860601888302596587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2860601888302596587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-im-back-on-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SuvdzNSdOfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vxjfGPTCdgA/s72-c/IMG_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6776174739811296225</id><published>2009-10-30T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:01:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canopy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sur-fR3GO_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ceduwgoN9mM/s1600-h/canopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sur-fR3GO_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ceduwgoN9mM/s320/canopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398406916680858610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey guys. Fuck you all for asking me to update. Last day of school, I didnt really think it was that fast. Cause I could always recall waiting for the school bell to ring and saying "Goshhh! I cant wait till O'levels. Gonna enjoy like hell once its over." Excursions been just fine. Not too boring with a dash of fun. Ohh I can still remember walking on this extremely abcdefghijk long bridge. Like wayy above sea level which has holes in them to enable us to see what's below. Like the playground type-o thing. And i was like "ohh shit!" Dang, was holding on to Hajar and Farisah all the way. Couldnt help it. Screamed like 10284.56 times. Remembered saying "Is it just me or are we going higher or the ground seems to be going further down." Was seriously traumatic. Could have been fun to others but not me. PHOBIA, ya got that? If I was alone it would have been worst. Never ever going there alone. Not even gonna ride inverter at Escape. I know you'll be like "what? Its nothing at all." But I'll be like "NO WAY." Can I be any more boring today? Just came back from Lan at Tamp. Played L4D then walked around the stadium. I swear the stadium looked like scene from the game. 'HEALTH STORAGE". Inside joke. Tmr is halloween! Must be fun there at Escape theme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-6776174739811296225?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6776174739811296225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6776174739811296225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6776174739811296225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6776174739811296225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/10/canopy.html' title='Canopy'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sur-fR3GO_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ceduwgoN9mM/s72-c/canopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-5248258990475425047</id><published>2009-10-24T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:03:06.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5R HDB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SuKme-oAi_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/DMksuZ2We_w/s1600-h/P231009_22.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SuKme-oAi_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/DMksuZ2We_w/s320/P231009_22.26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396058354680368114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey blogger.com. I just got back from HDB hub. Went hunting for awesome houses. I'm moving, ya got that? Moving in with brother. Yeah right. He's buying house, shared between him and gf. I dont care I better have a room of my own there. In case of emergency purposes. Jyeah. Movie movie movie movie movie movie movie. I wanna watch a movie. Leaving post hanging here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-5248258990475425047?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5248258990475425047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=5248258990475425047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5248258990475425047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/5248258990475425047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-blogger.html' title='5R HDB'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SuKme-oAi_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/DMksuZ2We_w/s72-c/P231009_22.26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-8855054420483212989</id><published>2009-10-20T18:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:10:43.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come back later for picture.'/><title type='text'>Selena Gomez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/St2orPl63eI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zo54BDpM2Ak/s1600-h/His+psychology+take+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/St2orPl63eI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zo54BDpM2Ak/s320/His+psychology+take+one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394653389533142498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey viewers. You've just redirected yourself to my blog. Hi! I. No life. Results been fine. Passed practically everything except higher malay. God hate that stuffs. 20/70. I think I would have done better without even doing the paper. I forever sticking to english to live my life. But yeah everything happens for a reason right? Omg! Great excuse. My brother learning psychology, he told me to type that. He just psycho me into not saying that he ask me to SO. My brother didnt ask me too. He psycho-ed me into typing that he helped me change my guitar strings to awesome shiny jazz dont know what string. Oh! Check out Wizards Of Waverly Place The Movie. Officially already available at youtube.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GESygncP1iw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GESygncP1iw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yeah its great stuff. Selena Gomez as pretty and hot as ever for those guys out there. So check it out. God dammit, i sound like some weird salesperson advertising some barbie doll collection. Yeah some kids still keep saying "I heard about what happened. White shoes now yeah?" God dammit. Power Puff Secret Suspension Society Member cerite seribu tahun already lahh. So please? Back off. Everything happens for a reason right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-8855054420483212989?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8855054420483212989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=8855054420483212989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8855054420483212989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/8855054420483212989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-viewers.html' title='Selena Gomez'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/St2orPl63eI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zo54BDpM2Ak/s72-c/His+psychology+take+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-1324572770072283343</id><published>2009-10-17T12:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:40:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JulietOriginals</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTU3NTM3NzUwNzQmcHQ9MTI1NTc1NDA2NTM*NyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWY4MTI1MmRlNWRiODQ1MzE5ZmI2ZTg*MWRhZWMwZjU*.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" style="width: 219px; height: 35px;" width="219" height="35"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=32299494&amp;amp;path=2009/10/16&amp;amp;mycolor=111111&amp;amp;mycolor2=99CCCC&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=219&amp;amp;oh=35"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;October's not over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take one last look at last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feel satisfied but not dignified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of what lies today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;spinning in colors of confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is the last thing i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your eyes take me back to the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to that one time you took my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;october's not over, there's still glimmer in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hope this isn't for good that we're saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feel this cool, autumn chill, it's sending time away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and all the things i never got to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a clear sky maybe possible in the season of today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but right now this heart is reckless, here comes the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your eyes take me back to the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to that one time you took my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;october's not over, there's still glimmer in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hope this isn't for good that we're saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's not going away this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;locked in the memory, so easy to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;standing under a falling sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and all i need is you, and all i need is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your eyes take me back to the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to that one time you took my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;october's not over, there's still glimmer in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hope this isn't for good that we're saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that we're saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that we're saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm sorry we're saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't wanna say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Capo on 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Verse &amp;amp; Chorus: C, G, Am, F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Bridge: Am, G, F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i gotta get a new capo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ps, you're gonna go like "boring?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-1324572770072283343?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1324572770072283343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=1324572770072283343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1324572770072283343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1324572770072283343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/10/octobers-not-over_17.html' title='JulietOriginals'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6961543385373051133</id><published>2009-10-14T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:06:06.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey its Dinah's and Aniq's Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awesome isnt it? Spent two days helping Ahneez'ses with Niq's Present. Outcome was satisfying. Seriously. Today was awesomely busied with our merepek nonsense. Woke up early to bathe then sleep back, kay why am I telling you this? Kay whateff then met Ahneez'ses at inter. Bus-ed to Elias. Sneakily put Dinah's carebear present at her doorstep and run. She found it finally and call. Surprise surprise? Haah, the things I do for friends. Then followed Ahneez buy one small puny cupcake for Niq. She put it in this big box for suspense sake. Bus-ed to Niq's then hid behind the block. No use, he spotted me. Thanks me. Surprise ruin but he still didnt expect that I guess. Haaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then walked to Nooris'ses then waiting for syahmie and the dude himself. Taxi-ed to lan at Tamp. Then Left4dead-ed. Was awesome. Died like 6 times at the last stage. 3hours later, taxi-ed to E!hub. Ate at Teasiree.Darn expensive. BUT this is the things we do for food. Then off to bowling alley. Played one game, I sucked. Haa! Then ate a lil I guess then waited for Mirza like mad to come. So darn slow. 1001 ajak me go Jalan raye tomorrow. Arghhh. Ahneez'ses and Syahmie had to go off. 19 30 already. So I stayed with Nooris. Mirza finally came! Yay! Gave him big hugg. Then played a game. Mirza was in the zone, I sucked less this time. Then next game Mirza played alone. Nooris and I sat to talk. He's an awesome adviser. Then Mirza's down to the last shot. I played for him. And some miracle happened. I striked. Was so weird. The ball no power. The aiming was off. But yeahhh. Haa! awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then off to Mc Cafe. Mirza and Nooris kindov shared money to buy me large double chocolate. Aww so sweet. Mirza and I kept switching drinks cause he bought the normal double chocolate. At last I finished off his regular and he finished my large. Talk like no one's bussiness. Then walked home. Nooris and Mirza walked me home from downtown. Again like no one's bussiness some guy make noise to disturb the other.  And now guess what? I'm home. 10 sharp reach. Awesome huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-6961543385373051133?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6961543385373051133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6961543385373051133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6961543385373051133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6961543385373051133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/10/alley.html' title='Alley'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6616444343212866977</id><published>2009-10-07T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:22:11.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy bashing awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Hello hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its my girl Ahneez'ses birthday today. Happy birthday dearest! I hope I had made this into the most memorable birthday dude. I brought ya to get your toe nails done and we went around downtown bare footed. Yesterday I followed Kika and Amirah and basically Nooris, Syahmie and Danial to get present for youu. Enjoy the watch and Billabong purse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Today in the morning I gave you one of my trademarks! My kiss babe. After school, you were stressed out cause your bestfriend forgot your birthday. I'm sorry bout that but common the dude got his levels to go through. Then after laughing your teeth off with chicken at Kfc's, I dragged you over to Nooris'ses block for your bash. Hope you like the water bombs, frosting and lil bit of egg and flour here and there. Then Nooris vommited and then you vomitted and then Nooris vomitted AGAIN. Then abit here and there you were seriously having emotional pain. I can see it through your eyes girl. So I texted the dude and reminded him and told him to come down for goodness gracious sake. You wanted to go home but the dude wasnt there yet so I just had to drag you into passing the ball around with us. You were seriously no mood. Emotionally listening to your songs by the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hurt my finger badly. And was running around in pain. While you were distracted by watching me explain to Nooris that I cant bent my fingers and all, the dude surprised you from the back! Happy Birthday Awesome! Hope you like all the things I done for you. I hurt my finger in distraction from you seeing the dude come from behind :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Nooris tried to "save my day" go do something with my finger make me cry. Dude, its alright. I'll live. sorry for crying cant help it :D Cried basically 57 times today. But it was worth it. Dudes and babes live your life like you're dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-6616444343212866977?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6616444343212866977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6616444343212866977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6616444343212866977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6616444343212866977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-hello.html' title='Happy bashing awesome'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-1000324797971436612</id><published>2009-10-04T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:20:27.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey loves. Too long since I've seen blogger website. Everything's fine. Funny actually how things are. Right. I just heard people on motorbikes screaming "Ow ow ow!" Awesome. Hope their hurt. Studies are slow dude. And my sentences are short. Isnt it? Suspension old story kay? Stop Asking. It doesnt bother me when people ask anyways. 4 words. Take me out anyone? I'm not much of a  planner. I didnt know that tomorrow is english paper. I thought it would be malay. And I didnt think science would be on Tuesday. I thought it was gonna be maths. Weird how things are not how I thought it would be. I'm typing very fast today. So long neber type on laptop. Was on psp for the past 2 weeks. AND not really loving the typing style. Makes my fingers go exhausted. Music download for me anyone? Jamglue aint working for me this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-1000324797971436612?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1000324797971436612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=1000324797971436612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1000324797971436612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/1000324797971436612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-leave.html' title='Never leave'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-4368071418462131836</id><published>2009-09-22T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:16:29.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey you people out there. Apparently I've been suspended. Why and when? Tell you when I see you. Loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-4368071418462131836?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4368071418462131836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=4368071418462131836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4368071418462131836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/4368071418462131836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-you-people-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-6765406830047723120</id><published>2009-09-19T16:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:29:50.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ham ham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SrSV8LjpccI/AAAAAAAAANk/H3nGzOaCkok/s1600-h/P090809_18.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SrSV8LjpccI/AAAAAAAAANk/H3nGzOaCkok/s320/P090809_18.26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383092315741581762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hey rockers, you all busy with raye I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the first time in my life of raye, I've never lay in bed watching all the movies I want on the eve of raye before. Usually I'll be scrubing the floors till my alergies got me to scratch or screaming away from the dead cockroaches or unknown species that are found in some random places we dont really look at. This year seems different, not really feeling much of the excitement. The house is not really looking a big different. My room's a  mess as always, credit to Mirah for helping with my bed and curtains. And I still gotta clean hamster crap off my floors. yay. Hamsters for sale. Want them anyone? Comes with free cage and food and peanut butter and cotton and bedding and food and bath sand and whatever you think you should get free. Kay gotta keep my hamsters from killing each other now. Anyone knows how to say "Stop fighting like a girl" in squeak language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ps, Happy Birthday Ami, Ikan and Fezra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-6765406830047723120?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6765406830047723120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=6765406830047723120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6765406830047723120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/6765406830047723120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-rockers-you-all-busy-with-raye-im.html' title='Ham ham'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/SrSV8LjpccI/AAAAAAAAANk/H3nGzOaCkok/s72-c/P090809_18.26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-509852557283101091</id><published>2009-09-15T19:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:42:33.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sq-ZofRVkmI/AAAAAAAAANc/gtquNJ1yzqw/s1600-h/Us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sq-ZofRVkmI/AAAAAAAAANc/gtquNJ1yzqw/s320/Us.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381689000599065186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Away for awhile. My Vaio crashed and burn right in the middle as I was editing my post on tumblrdots. So yeah. Awesome isnt it? Will update as soon as I feel like it. Bye suckas that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://confessedinsanities.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Confessedinsanities.tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; To my tumblr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate that lil kiddo who steals away what I want and like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She really ought to get a life of her own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing but a sleezy cannon photocopying machine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your ink should really run out soon or I'll shove paper till you're jam-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-509852557283101091?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/509852557283101091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=509852557283101091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/509852557283101091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/509852557283101091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/09/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and burn'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxd-L4GeGeo/Sq-ZofRVkmI/AAAAAAAAANc/gtquNJ1yzqw/s72-c/Us.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628060277116930641.post-2342733527846197455</id><published>2009-09-11T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:41:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I aint gonna let it bring me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week was awesome. Messed up in some way, kinda. Saturday, Army Open House 2009. Sunday to Tuesday, at Shaz's-Town-Left4Dead. Wednesday, fuckeroney! I forgot what I did Wednesday. Thursday, Movies-Nooris'ses-E3Classouting-sittingonthebeach-byemirza-home. Today-Left4dead! Blog post gonna be by &lt;a href="http://confessedinsanities.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Confessedinsanities.tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. Click. Click. Click.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628060277116930641-2342733527846197455?l=hotfor-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2342733527846197455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628060277116930641&amp;postID=2342733527846197455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2342733527846197455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628060277116930641/posts/default/2342733527846197455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotfor-words.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-aint-gonna-let-it-bring-me-down.html' title='I aint gonna let it bring me down'/><author><name>Ron Itayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01790668918136562493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
