<?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-11868108</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:01:01.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chickas-rawk-this-world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11868108.post-114156364525455313</id><published>2006-03-05T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T05:00:45.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>life's ok right now. at least it doesnt suck, right? current hooker - nelly, grillz.&lt;br /&gt;okok, first i'm reading elaine coffman's the bride of black douglas. you seriously cant put down the bk when u start to read it. its that good. me n jane are rawkin it in class with the walking banana strutting arnd in class ( my geog cher ) and father lim ( my eng cher )i dont noe which is btr. I feel like i'm exposed to more english this yr, somehow. i dunno.. its just a feeling. yest there was this competition in tkgs. i did drama. saw acchi and gaya. they said hi. NOT me. oh yeah, baby rebonded her hair. she lookd btr.. skinnier in a way after she did.. no more straw head trotting arnd.. haix.. gonna miss it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;read, you feel my pain dontcha?&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;i know you do.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i still gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;seriously this time.&lt;br /&gt;mwahh&lt;br /&gt;runnin off now..&lt;br /&gt;runnin..&lt;br /&gt;runnin..&lt;br /&gt;*gone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-114156364525455313?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/114156364525455313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=114156364525455313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/114156364525455313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/114156364525455313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='---'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113914850350418921</id><published>2006-02-05T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T06:08:23.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haix</title><content type='html'>once again.. sch is goin on okay. quite stressing nowadays.. no week without a test.. gawd it sucks.. dont hav a choice do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry the post is short.. no time.. got a home econs test tmrw.. dunno what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit. gonna rev. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahh.&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113914850350418921?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113914850350418921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113914850350418921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113914850350418921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113914850350418921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2006/02/haix.html' title='haix'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113819489778960224</id><published>2006-01-25T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T05:14:57.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh</title><content type='html'>the day rawked, although we had pe. bloody mr lim didnt wanna accept the fact tt i beat him at shortput. hell. but whatever. during music me, jane, jockey and aly made music. i mean, like duh, but well it was so damn fun in a weird sorta way. ((:&lt;br /&gt;after tt we went to mac and joked around so much angel's cheeks were flushed. i loved the whole day. it was just too damn great to be arnd ppl who shared them same interests as you. nvr felt tt way before. but jaan, u still rawk. no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;i still dunno if i'm gonna make it to janes hse this fri. got wardrobe to do. shitt. haix. just what i need. i feel like going back to townsville too but of course i cant cuz we dont hav half day but they do. &lt;br /&gt;i scratched my skin right off my hand today. but was too happy to even notice. just plastered it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys ever heard shake by ying yang twins? yeah, it rawks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i gotta go. i'm happy. i'm sad. i dunno. i guess im confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : a heart so wild rawks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-11868108.post-113782069096729807</id><published>2006-01-20T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:18:10.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bliss</title><content type='html'>Lyrics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm…&lt;br /&gt;UmMm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do (8X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta change my answering machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Im alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cus right now it says that we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t come to the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cus you walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the only way I hear your voice any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t get over us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im stronger than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more walkin' round wit my head down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so over being blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And im so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So done wit wishing you were still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Im so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta fix that calendar I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats marked July 15th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if there’s no more you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no more anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sad up wit my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now every song reminds me of what used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So done wit wishing you were still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Im so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid love songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me think about her smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bout having my first child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning off the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cus Im so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So done wit wishing she was still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Im so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So done wit wishing she was still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Im so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So done wit wishing you were still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Im so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short blog.&lt;br /&gt;no time.&lt;br /&gt;tuition.&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;pure hatred for mr tan.&lt;br /&gt;hate congruency.&lt;br /&gt;reading totally nice sappy bk.&lt;br /&gt;wishing i had someone to think abt.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;ashlee looks btr as a brunette.&lt;br /&gt;cant beleive jennifer a. is friends with gwenyeth.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113782069096729807?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113782069096729807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113782069096729807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113782069096729807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113782069096729807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2006/01/bliss.html' title='bliss'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113722217603934348</id><published>2006-01-13T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:02:56.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no comments</title><content type='html'>hmm.. week was gd. loved everyday. cca fair rawked. love my dance t-shirt. its black. DUH. anywayz, this is my latest hooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Will.I.Am]&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a man only thinks about the...&lt;br /&gt;You got a real big heart, but I'm looking your...&lt;br /&gt;You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...&lt;br /&gt;Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PCD]&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a...&lt;br /&gt;Keep looking at my...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every boy's the same&lt;br /&gt;Since I been in the seventh grade&lt;br /&gt;They been trying to get with me&lt;br /&gt;Trying to (Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha-ha)&lt;br /&gt;They always got a plan&lt;br /&gt;To be my one and only man&lt;br /&gt;Want to hold me with their hands&lt;br /&gt;Want to (Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha-ha)&lt;br /&gt;I keep turning them down&lt;br /&gt;But, they always come around&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to go around&lt;br /&gt;That's not the way it's going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they only want&lt;br /&gt;Only want my ha, ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;Only want what they want&lt;br /&gt;But, na, ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Na, ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Will.I.Am]&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a man only thinks about the...&lt;br /&gt;You got a real big heart, but I'm looking your...&lt;br /&gt;You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...&lt;br /&gt;Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PCD]&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a...&lt;br /&gt;Keep looking at my...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't know that no&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean yes, it means no&lt;br /&gt;So just hold up, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Let me put my two cents in it&lt;br /&gt;One, just be patient&lt;br /&gt;Don't be rushing&lt;br /&gt;Like you're anxious&lt;br /&gt;And two, you're just too agressive&lt;br /&gt;trying to get your (Ahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that I know?&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only want&lt;br /&gt;Only want my ha, ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;Only want what they want&lt;br /&gt;But, na, ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Na, ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Will.I.Am]&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a man only thinks about the...&lt;br /&gt;You got a real big heart, but I'm looking your...&lt;br /&gt;You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...&lt;br /&gt;Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PCD]&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a...&lt;br /&gt;Keep looking at my...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Will.I.Am]&lt;br /&gt;Boomp-boomp, Omp-omp&lt;br /&gt;Boomp, boomp-boomp&lt;br /&gt;Boomp-boomp, Omp-omp&lt;br /&gt;Boomp, boomp-boomp&lt;br /&gt;[Repeated]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PCD]&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you've got it bad I can tell&lt;br /&gt;You want it bad, but oh well&lt;br /&gt;Dude, what you got for me&lt;br /&gt;Is something I&lt;br /&gt;Something I don't need&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Will.I.Am]&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a man only thinks about the...&lt;br /&gt;You got a real big heart, but I'm looking your...&lt;br /&gt;You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...&lt;br /&gt;Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PCD]&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a...&lt;br /&gt;Keep looking at my...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Will.I.Am]&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a man only thinks about the...&lt;br /&gt;You got a real big heart, but I'm looking your...&lt;br /&gt;You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...&lt;br /&gt;Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PCD]&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a...&lt;br /&gt;Keep looking at my...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would be crazy NOT to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vidhya is leavin us. one part of me says, YEAH, I STILL GOTTA CHANCE AT TOPPING THE CLASS THIS YR. another part of me wants to cry. which i did by the way, when i hugged vidhya. gonna miss her so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;sob.sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will probably be goin out tmrw with her and htl girls. nth confirmed yet though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go. &lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113722217603934348?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113722217603934348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113722217603934348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113722217603934348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113722217603934348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-comments.html' title='no comments'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113680357245567688</id><published>2006-01-09T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T02:46:12.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can this get any btr?</title><content type='html'>i'm sitting here blogging while frankie j's blarring thru them speakers. i LOVE frankie j. love today. today rawked, schools starting to look up nw.. joscelyn tried to insult 50 today. to no avail, i might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tharsh called just nw. she was talking abt some eng compo she's gotta think abt. i'm currently reading excuse my french. v.v. nice. wish the feeling nvr ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss u jaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahh. blog later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113680357245567688?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113680357245567688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113680357245567688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113680357245567688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113680357245567688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2006/01/can-this-get-any-btr.html' title='can this get any btr?'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113655023205484247</id><published>2006-01-06T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T04:23:52.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovin it.</title><content type='html'>school rawks. im not kidding you. different class, different people, its just so great. everythings been working out great. met a fellow rnb fan, Jane. lent her eminem's fcurtain fall today. ive finally found someone with the same tastes as me. talk abt a LONG wait. The only thign tt pulls a knot to my stomanch is jaan. miss her loads. our msgs 'luv u' takes a whole new meaning now. NOT the lesbo thing, but u noe.. it feels different cuz its like we're miles away, in different worlds. havent seen her in a week, but i guess i just gotta buck up in my studies right now. made a good imp with sci and form chers. not sucking up or anything. just random stuff, at least they noe im not RUDE or anything. i HATE my IH teacher and humans is one my strongest subs. i really want a good teacher. 2/3 gets all the damn shit. HOD's for teachers and stuff like that. well, at least my mum can teach me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just figured out tt u cant take pure bio and pure phy together. might hav been a lil late. its so shit. i suck at chem. god, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading california holiday now. its a lil vulgar but true in EVERY way. my feelings exactly, although i dont talk SO much vulgarity. GAWD. that would just so ruin my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sittin beside a nut case, i totally am. a totally great one at tt. cracks jokes during class. i like it. it feels much better than my old class. now i'm like in heaven. its not a pain anymore. sitting through class i mean. i have a fellow my chemical romance fan too, joscelyn. i cant describe anythin more, but i just noe tt my class RAWKS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u jaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i g2g. laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113655023205484247?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113655023205484247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113655023205484247' title='0 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someone to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;just like a helpless child&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;can you whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;let me know it's alright&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;down this road&lt;br /&gt;and now i know&lt;br /&gt;what i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;and like a lonley highway&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to get home&lt;br /&gt;ooo loves been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;you can look for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;you can love for a day&lt;br /&gt;you can think you got everything but&lt;br /&gt;everything is nothing when you throw it away&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;then you look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and i have it all&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;down this road&lt;br /&gt;and now i know&lt;br /&gt;what i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;just like a lonley highway&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to get home&lt;br /&gt;ooo loves been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;didn't know i was lost&lt;br /&gt;til you found me&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;didn't know i was blind&lt;br /&gt;but now i see&lt;br /&gt;can you whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;let me know it's alright&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;down this road&lt;br /&gt;and now i know&lt;br /&gt;what i've been searching for&lt;br /&gt;oh been a long long highway and&lt;br /&gt;now i see&lt;br /&gt;ooo loves been a long time&lt;br /&gt;ooo been a long time&lt;br /&gt;loves been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its long time coming by oliver james.&lt;br /&gt;he rawks. although i lyk him better in what a girl wants.&lt;br /&gt;he really noes hw to strum. haix. i really want to learn the guitar. god bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess its back to school again. gonna miss u jaan. love the talk yest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta whole bunch of resolutions, none of which im gonna post.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got up the new skin. spent lotsa time on it. i guess its ok. love the girl in the picture loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont have much to post. i dont wanna start with the moans abt school and all. its just too depressing. well, at least im gonna meets all my darlz again. missing them loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113618534691260973?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113618534691260973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113618534691260973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113618534691260973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113618534691260973'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooked onto fort minor?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaan, me rili miss u.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait till nxt yr holiday.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ones dedicated to you, darlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go. laters. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113604216909400961?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113604216909400961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113604216909400961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113604216909400961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113604216909400961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is.html' title='this is'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113393880436803243</id><published>2005-12-06T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:00:54.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniffle sniffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/1600/kumarlookalike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/320/kumarlookalike.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im goin off today.. i will so miss everyone here.. wait.. lemme list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaanu darlz.. me gonna miss u mre than eva!!!&lt;br /&gt;my babe.. you're supposed to call me!!!&lt;br /&gt;tharsh.. havent talked in a wile.. but i kinda m missin ya..&lt;br /&gt;haix.. everyone i noe la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is lyk saying my goodbye session or sumtin.. i guess it is.. but i'll b bak in lyk 12 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime.. i wanna say all kinds of stupid things ive observed in the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing is.. i was watching a tamil movie the other day.. this 70's movie if im not wrong.. n this girl asked her boyfriends friend " i dont noe if soandso likes me as only a sister or as you noe, that way"  n u noe wad the funny thing is?? the guy has had IT with her. i mean, what IS these girls' problem?? i mean if a guy touched me and said tt he only lyks me as a sis, that guys got another thing coming. GAWD. its juzt SICK. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other thing is also movie related. me n jaan wer laughin ovr it the other day..&lt;br /&gt;see, this girl found out tt her bf was cheatin on her and she scolded him, " u bloody bitch" i aint kidding. BITCH. girl to guy. they've got a lot to learn. i mean, she didnt even confirm with him if what another guy told her was right or not, she juzt made her own decision, wich was rong cuz the poor guy dint cheat on her. see? these ppl hav sumtin rili rong with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiite, lets see. any other stupid stuff? im not too sure. except tt i cant understand why and why the hell these pussycatdoll chicks sing " i gotta stickwitu forever " and u noe all that kinda stupid stuff. i mean if a guy actually hears this and freaks, its their loss aint it? i mean havent u seen tt kinda stuff? guys are usually afraid of commitment and stuff. GAWD. dont make a mistake and tell them, at least wait until they tell u. WAIT. this is NOT advice. sorry. juzt got too carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out tt the lead singer in the pussy cat dolls and kumar might actually be twins, except tt he's a guy wanting to turn girl, and the otther one who's a girl and who's trying WAY too hard to actually keep to being one. i'll post a pic of her later. tell me if im rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, back on track. im so gonna miss everything i noe. esp jaan. haix. n my bed. n my hp ( i dont hav autorome ), n im gonna miss lil kim's lighter's up. haix. tell u wad? i'll blog frm the airport too aiite? tt way, i'll noe wad ws happening when i left the country. n jaan? i'll try n get a good inspiration for my story when im at it aiite? yaya.. i havent started yet. jaanu.. u shld try reading teen idol. it rawks even when u re-read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still havent finish packing yet. the make up stuff and acceceries. however tt's spelt. n ive gotta go convince my mum to take my jeans jacket with me. i cant bear to part with it. gotta go. blog later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahh. gonna miss u guys. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was tt lyk too much or sumtin? i thought so. didnt noe any other song. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113393880436803243?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113393880436803243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113393880436803243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113393880436803243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113393880436803243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/12/sniffle-sniffle_06.html' title='sniffle sniffle'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113393681198295550</id><published>2005-12-06T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:26:51.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniffle sniffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113393681198295550?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113393681198295550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113393681198295550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113393681198295550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113393681198295550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/12/sniffle-sniffle.html' title='sniffle sniffle'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113385555396626623</id><published>2005-12-05T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:52:33.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tirred</title><content type='html'>damned bored. wke up at 12.30.&lt;br /&gt;actually they woke me up. my family i mean.&lt;br /&gt;gotta start packing.&lt;br /&gt;only one day left.&lt;br /&gt;finally got the line to 987 yest.&lt;br /&gt;shan rawks.&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss u jaan.&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss all of u.&lt;br /&gt;havent talked to my babe in 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;probably tonite then.&lt;br /&gt;juzt watched the happy tree friends vids.&lt;br /&gt;gory but rawking. well, sum stupid.&lt;br /&gt;juzt watched sum music vids too.&lt;br /&gt;jason mraz's remedy rawks. he's got it going for him&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of playing sum room games jaan told me abt.&lt;br /&gt;juzt cant figure it out. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav been spammin ppl's boards alot lately.. hhaha..&lt;br /&gt;cant get sick of tt..&lt;br /&gt;mite b goin shopping later.. for a sweater or 2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess tt's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahh. latters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113385555396626623?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113385555396626623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113385555396626623' title='0 Comments'/><link 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i go to turkey.. will miss jaan n company.. havent talked to my babe for lyk 5 days or so.. MISS YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went shopping yet again and got 2 pairs of jeans.. i tried on this one purple skirt with a matching purple belt n blouse.. gosh i loved it.. but my mum said it was too short.. NAG NAG NAG.. well, wateva. i wanna buy it no matter what! it has my name on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Believe me - fort minor &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;You like fun and games&lt;br /&gt;Keep playing em&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin&lt;br /&gt;Think back then&lt;br /&gt;We was like one and the same&lt;br /&gt;On the right track&lt;br /&gt;But I was on the wrong train&lt;br /&gt;Just like that&lt;br /&gt;Now you've got a face to pain&lt;br /&gt;And the devil's got a fresh new place to play&lt;br /&gt;In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain&lt;br /&gt;Every damn day is the same shade of grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;I used have a little bit of a plan&lt;br /&gt;Used to&lt;br /&gt;Have a concept of where I stand&lt;br /&gt;But that concept slipped right out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't really even know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Yo, what do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I thought you were just like me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who could see all the pain I see&lt;br /&gt;But you proved to me unintentionally&lt;br /&gt;That you would self-destruct eventually&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna work&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's really much worse than I thought&lt;br /&gt;I wished you were something that you were not&lt;br /&gt;And now this guilt is really all that I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned your back&lt;br /&gt;And walked away in shame&lt;br /&gt;All you got is a memory of pain&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what i have to do&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna happen to me&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's my current addiction now. well.. ive got nth much to say except tt i cant wait to see the eyes of the guys in turkey.. jaan u better b rite.. n i cant wait to get back at my bro for hitting me.. he has sought refuge in my parents room but he has to come bak to his rm to slp doesnt he??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escuse me while i go tear his head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113378908067636041?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113378908067636041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113378908067636041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113378908067636041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113378908067636041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/12/countdown-2-days.html' title='countdown - 2 days.'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113367946716790783</id><published>2005-12-03T22:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:00:37.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>v.v. excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/1600/tukey1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/320/tukey1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so damn exciting when i look up the pics of turkey and stuff.. the place is really romantic, though nth cld beat rome, and going with your family kinda pulls dwn ur spirits.. but still rawks in a way. i still havent bought jackets yet.. im thinkin i wanna get a black wool one.. oh yeah.. n i heard tt turkey is also well known for leather goods.. u noe handbags n stuff.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its snowing now.. i juzt hpe its not cold enough to freeze my ass.. i mean.. where's the fun after tt? well anywayz.. i gotta go shopping for jeans too.. cuz i cant afford to wear skirts.. GAWD.. shoot me if i evr do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the excitement of turkey.. nth much has been goin on in my life.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except tt yest me n ma auntie went to go lk for sum tops in central n we met jaan there  wif her sis and cousin.. n i got two earrings to match with the tank i bought.. well.. i gotta go chose what to wear to the airport.. still dunno.. mayb my jeans n tank n a sweater.. cuz the plane's kinda cold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every yr when i get into the airport i always say tt im gonna watch the movie instead of read but when i step into the airport's bookstore.. i cant help it.. im not a bookworm or anythin.. i juzt enjoy reading.. well.. this yr im totally NOT gonna step into the bookstore.. so u wont catch me burrying my head in a bk..((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. now im hearing jaan talking abt hw she loves her snakes.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess tt's it. gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113367946716790783?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113367946716790783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113367946716790783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113367946716790783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113367946716790783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/12/vv-excited.html' title='v.v. excited'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113358574925474458</id><published>2005-12-02T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:55:49.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like You - BOW WOW ft CIARA</title><content type='html'>I ain't neva had nobody show me all the things that you done showed me&lt;br /&gt;And the special way I feel when you hold me&lt;br /&gt;We gone always be together baby that's what you told me&lt;br /&gt;And I believe it (Cause I ain't neva had nobody do me like u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1 - Bow Wow (Ciara)]&lt;br /&gt;Now I done been with different kind of girls&lt;br /&gt;Like I done seen em all but ain't none of them at all (like u)&lt;br /&gt;And I done seen the best of the best&lt;br /&gt;Baby still I ain't impressed cause ain't none of them at all (like u)&lt;br /&gt;If you know how I feel when I chill&lt;br /&gt;If I'm seen with a girl then she gotta be just (like u)&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;And I got no choice but for me to keep it real&lt;br /&gt;Cause when we first got together started hanging out you was&lt;br /&gt;Skeptical at first had to figure out if&lt;br /&gt;I was the kind of guy to try to dog you out but&lt;br /&gt;I ain't that kind of guy you tried to make me out&lt;br /&gt;You found out when you turned into my baby&lt;br /&gt;I showed them other brothers how to treat a lady&lt;br /&gt;I let you drive when I ride that Mercedes&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't trippin or actin shady cause baby you kno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook - Bow Wow &amp; Ciara]&lt;br /&gt;I ain't neva had nobody show me all the things that you done showed me&lt;br /&gt;And the special way I feel when you hold me&lt;br /&gt;We gone always be together baby that's what you told me&lt;br /&gt;And I believe it (Cause I ain't neva had nobody do me like u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2 - Ciara]&lt;br /&gt;And every time I think about you (I cry)&lt;br /&gt;When you ride when you call when you come I (ride)&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a-mazing to me&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait til I see you (I wanna be wit you again)&lt;br /&gt;And every time you're out on the road (I make a trip)&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I'm doing a show (Don't you forget)&lt;br /&gt;That I'm your (main chick)&lt;br /&gt;Who got that (game chick)&lt;br /&gt;One and the (same chick)&lt;br /&gt;The one you can hang with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook - Bow Wow &amp; Ciara]&lt;br /&gt;I ain't neva had nobody show me all the things that you done showed me&lt;br /&gt;And the special way I feel when you hold me&lt;br /&gt;We gone always be together baby that's what you told me&lt;br /&gt;And I believe it (Cause I ain't neva had nobody do me like u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3 - Bow Wow]&lt;br /&gt;Okay when you hit the mall pop tags spend a few g's (jazin?)&lt;br /&gt;Hit the runway to a new season (season)&lt;br /&gt;It ain't nothin it's you the one I care for&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I ain't doing enogh that's when I share more (share more)&lt;br /&gt;I give you this give you that what you need love (love)&lt;br /&gt;You know I got it holla at me if you need love (love)&lt;br /&gt;And affection cause i'll be your protection&lt;br /&gt;Kinda hard job but i'll do it to perfection&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell that I ain't tryna let you go&lt;br /&gt;I get with you when I can so that's how I let you kno&lt;br /&gt;And you be trippin cause sometimes I gotta go&lt;br /&gt;But you the first one I hollared to right after my shows&lt;br /&gt;And I was trippin in a sense I was tense&lt;br /&gt;From my body loose around you what imma do without you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get it together say whateva&lt;br /&gt;Since I met you my life seems so betta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook - Ciara]&lt;br /&gt;I ain't neva had nobody show me all the things that you done showed me&lt;br /&gt;And the special way I feel when you hold me&lt;br /&gt;We gone always be together baby that's what you told me&lt;br /&gt;And I believe it (Cause I ain't neva had nobody do me like u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bow Wow &amp; Ciara]&lt;br /&gt;I ain't neva had nobody show me all the things that you done showed me&lt;br /&gt;And the special way I feel when you hold me&lt;br /&gt;We gone always be together baby that's what you told me&lt;br /&gt;And I believe it (Cause I ain't neva had nobody do me like u)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113358574925474458?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113358574925474458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113358574925474458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113358574925474458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113358574925474458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/12/like-you-bow-wow-ft-ciara.html' title='Like You - BOW WOW ft CIARA'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113358517156684802</id><published>2005-12-02T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:46:11.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D4L - laffy taffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin fa Mrs. Bubble Gum&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick&lt;br /&gt;I wanna (dun dun dunt) (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you so thick&lt;br /&gt;Gurlz call me Jolly Rancher (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I stay so hard&lt;br /&gt;You can suck me for a long time&lt;br /&gt;(Oh my god!)&lt;br /&gt;Gurl dis ain't no dance flo'&lt;br /&gt;Dis a candy sto'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really geeked up&lt;br /&gt;And I got mo' dro&lt;br /&gt;I pop, I roll&lt;br /&gt;It's soft I know&lt;br /&gt;It's da summer time&lt;br /&gt;But yo laffy taffy got me froze (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Gone get loose (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Gone get low (oh)&lt;br /&gt;don't be shy&lt;br /&gt;H** I'm Faybo? (oh)&lt;br /&gt;I kno' you wanna ride&lt;br /&gt;You a star and it shows&lt;br /&gt;(What's happening? What's up? What's up? Let's go, let's go, let's go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy [Repeat 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum on trick cum on trick&lt;br /&gt;Here go Mr. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;I like da way you break it down&lt;br /&gt;Waddle, stop you watchin me&lt;br /&gt;Laffy taffy I'm likin' dis&lt;br /&gt;Big ol a** you shakin b****&lt;br /&gt;Close yo mouth and don't say s***&lt;br /&gt;Bend on ova and hit a split&lt;br /&gt;Work dat pole and work it well&lt;br /&gt;Stacks on deck, yo ankles swell&lt;br /&gt;Gurl let me touch ya&lt;br /&gt;I will neva tell&lt;br /&gt;Security gaurd don't scare nobody&lt;br /&gt;Damn right I touched dat h**&lt;br /&gt;All da money just hit da flo'&lt;br /&gt;D4L I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;H** can't even shake no mo&lt;br /&gt;Dey tired out&lt;br /&gt;Lets ride out&lt;br /&gt;B**** you wanna go&lt;br /&gt;Den she can go&lt;br /&gt;She get in my car&lt;br /&gt;I ain't playin no mo&lt;br /&gt;Start movin on my Faybo&lt;br /&gt;B**** she probably already kno'&lt;br /&gt;Let me see dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;(dun dun dunt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy [repeat 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say baby gurl&lt;br /&gt;A wat you gon' do&lt;br /&gt;I got a hundred 1s&lt;br /&gt;I wanna pour on you&lt;br /&gt;Just keep dat a** shakin&lt;br /&gt;And I keep tippin' you&lt;br /&gt;While I sit back like a playa&lt;br /&gt;And sip dat grey goose&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' all loose&lt;br /&gt;Cuz gurl you on your job&lt;br /&gt;You got my d*** hard&lt;br /&gt;Da way you touch dem toez&lt;br /&gt;Workin' dem micros&lt;br /&gt;On da stilletos&lt;br /&gt;You made it skeet skeet skeet&lt;br /&gt;Like a water hoez (candy gurl)&lt;br /&gt;Got me goin' in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;Pullin' out mo' dough&lt;br /&gt;Let da waitress kno' I need to order&lt;br /&gt;Five hundred mo'&lt;br /&gt;You besta believe lata on we headed 2 da mo'&lt;br /&gt;So gone and pack dem bags&lt;br /&gt;And let's mothaf***in' go&lt;br /&gt;I'm waitin' on yo fine a**&lt;br /&gt;At da front doe&lt;br /&gt;Gurl you don kno'&lt;br /&gt;Ima toss da laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Toss it flip it and slap it&lt;br /&gt;Bust a couple of nuts&lt;br /&gt;And get right back at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy [repeat&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current addiction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113358517156684802?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113358517156684802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113358517156684802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113358517156684802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113358517156684802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/12/d4l-laffy-taffy.html' title='D4L - laffy taffy'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113358428832895211</id><published>2005-12-02T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:31:28.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well</title><content type='html'>im totally boring my pants off at home.. seriously.. jaan escaped today.. she went to sentosa.. n i juzt figured it today.. but spamming others boards is rili fun.. not in a bad way though.. tt's juzt mean.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally ive been given the freedom to go to bed in my underwear.. lol.. juzt jkin.. i'd nvr do tt.. i ws juzt readin a bk abt this girl who's parents r overprotective n stuff so im juzt a bit off the axis rite now.. dun blame me for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im crappin rite? see? this is wad boredom does to u. im in social despair now.. everyones out.. ma babe just left this mornin too.. haix.. i cant wait till i leave though.. snow? who could've guessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. 4gt to mention.. i got shoes yest.. n i totally love it.. converse.. black n white but it lks sumtin lyk a boot.. im totally fallin in love with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum told me we're gonna hav sum new neighbours.. lyk end of the yr or sumtin.. indian fam.. i hpe they're nice.. cuz as far as i noe.. they're only lyk 3 indian families in my neighbourhood and all of them hav children lyk 5,6 or 19,20 wich is WAY outta my social age.. i juzt wanna girlfriend.. u noe.. to talk to.. haix.. but do i get one?? NO, I DONT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell u sumtin, life juzt SUCKS. well, more or less though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum juzt came hme frm sum spa treatment thing.. she almost forced me outta bed this morning to mke me follow her.. i mean JEEZ! i only fell asleep arnd 4 last nite.. cant i sleep in?? well, i didnt go in the end though..too damned tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought my clothes already.. for turkey.. i got this jacket frm this shop.. forgot its name though.. its this brown jacket.. with loadsa buttons.. and this jeans jacket(i rili hav a thing for these), faded in the right places.. hey.. i like tt kinda things.. and i gotta tank frm giordano and a spaghetti frm baleno.. and this pink blouse frm sum weirdo shop n stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought all these stuff yest frm causeway(not the spaghetti tho). and we went shopping a few rounds and my bro bought these jeans.. platinum i think its called.. yeah.. and he tried it on.. when he came out it looked totally fab.. it was like thigh-hugging and looked snug.. but my mum had to go and oull it up ovr his waist.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word, EEW. but after she did tt, i pulled it down again.. and she pulled it up.. gawd.. i dunno y.. but tt struck my bro as funny..i mean ur mum n sis pulling on ur pants is lyk funny for u? god, i hav sucha weird bro. n my bro is pri 5. wad can i say? it DOES NOT run in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent gone to church in a wile.. last tym i went was two weeks ago i think.. ive gotta go soon.. before i leave s'pore.. haix.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, CHICKEN LITTLE OPENS DEC 1ST RITE?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, tell tt to my bro. he doesnt beleive me cuz he dint catch it in the paper.. although i pointed to those adverts near the bustops n tol him.. he jzt wouldnt listen.. well.. its not my problem.. although.. i do wanna watch the sky fall down :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiite.. i guess i better go.. enough crappin for a day.. cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahh/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS NO ONE HAS BOUGHT ME A GUITAR. YET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113358428832895211?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113358428832895211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113358428832895211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113358428832895211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113358428832895211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/12/well.html' title='well'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113341897091883742</id><published>2005-11-30T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:36:10.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/1600/neoprint22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/320/neoprint22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im physched. another 7 days to turkey.. n u noe wad?? i havent got winter clothes yet.. not to mention shoes.. gawd.. its snowing there.. haix.. v excited.. though im gonna miss u guys.. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of stuff been goin on.. like skool.. friends.. movies.. kinda thing.. i love my life rite now.. ohyeah.. me n jaan went to skool for dance last mon n tues.. the song the pri skool kids r dancin for juzt rawks.. but unfortunately they cant do the steps tt we taught them.. so we lyk had to simplify it and stuff.. frankly speaking it doesnt lk gd at all.. no energy and stuff.. srriously.. id giv anythin to dance for townsville again.. miss da love supreme grp.. haix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n jaan??? where's my thotti jaya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched zathura already.. its kinda cool.. dax shepard is hawt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz.. i g2g.. nth mre i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113341897091883742?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113341897091883742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113341897091883742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113341897091883742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113341897091883742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-back.html' title='im back!!'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113237457006675129</id><published>2005-11-18T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:29:30.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>((:</title><content type='html'>yesterday juzt rawked. me n jaan went back to our pri skool 4 eoy dance performance.. it was fab. suba akka n priya akka wer there.. we had so much fun. the only thing i couldnt believe is tt the teachers didnt allow the helpers for the dance hav refreshments.. n we hadnt had anythin since mornin.. i was lyk starving.. n so wer the others.. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the performance they all went to this teachers lounge place and relaxed.. i gotta tell u.. the chairs in the room was juzt so nice to sit on.. kinda of a rocking chair.. juzt tt it doesnt go so far back.. n it doesnt hav tt thingie all those rocking chairs hav (:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. there we wer.. relaxing and telling ghost stories wif the light off.. n we wer juzt so damn hungry tt later priya akka and shaarani (jaan's sis) ran down to 7-11 to get some snacks. food tasted good. although it wasnt REAL food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiite.. then we went hm.. n i went onlyn.. juzt to find a stinkin bastard talkin to me.. looks lyk someones goina france.. i told u I DONT CARE.. hav a safe flight. NOT. &lt;br /&gt;and he doesnt noe wad he did. well, i'll tell u. he totally mortified me in front of some bitch. get it now? it has nth to do wif some freakin friend of urs.. who geeva? guess wad? I DONT CARE ABT HIM TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiite.. i gotta go.. mwahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113237457006675129?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113237457006675129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113237457006675129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113237457006675129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113237457006675129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='((:'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113223692633132046</id><published>2005-11-17T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T06:15:26.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn</title><content type='html'>BULLSHIT. its freakin bullshit. saran wants to go n watch harry potter wif me.. but the thing was tt my parents wer bringing me.. n they made me leave jaan's hse early cuz of tt.. i cld hav stayed at her hse till late.. but they had to bring me home.. n say tt they're too tired.. for god's sake TIRED.. so they dun wanna bring me out.. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;cldnt they hav told me lyk when i was at jaan's hsE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was to watch harry potter.. n now i think ive gotta  go wif saran readi.. i wanna catch iit in j8..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYZ.. other than the harry potter thingie.. the last 2 days totally RAWKED.. jaan stayed ovr at ma hse!! yeah.. we watched movies all nite.. talked and talked.. n pranked some ppl.. then went to skool.. our primary skool 4 dance.. but then it turned out there wasnt dance practice today.. so we juzt helped aasiriyai with the costumes for the prize-giving ceremony dance.. it was rili fun.. wif aasiriyai n her cutee jokes.. n da juniors.. miss my pri skool VERI much.. all the good times come to mind.. haix.. i can nvr forget our BE YOURSELF DAY.. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my primary skool food SO much..:P really.. i NEVER thought tt i wld actually miss it.. but i actually did.. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked abt loadsa things.. esp the suicide freak and some innocent chicks having bf and stuff.. *winks*.. call me if u got anymore info abt it k jaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah.. so hows the fear street bks jaan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost forgot.. tharshini n i went to the saint andrews cathedral yesterday.. the founders day ceremony or sumtin.. to tell u the truth.. it was boring.. i didnt noe the songs.. cuz i think they're new or sumtin.. n the father went on talking and talking abt queen Margaret. im not so interested in the queen my skool was named after.. so.. after lyk 10 min.. i tuned him out.. i dont noe if its wrong to do tt.. but i juzt couldnt help it.. they shared psalm 100 i remember.. it was nice.. juzt dat part..ohyeah.. n the freakin teacher caught me for wearings rings n polished nails.. i mean.. i forgot to take of the rings n my polish ok? u cant blame me.. can u?? im a GIRL for god's sake.. i forget sumtimes ya noe.. u dun need to giv me hell for tt.. but i dont care.. its asif its gonna go into my reports or wateva.. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiite.. tt's all i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go.. mwahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113223692633132046?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113223692633132046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113223692633132046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113223692633132046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113223692633132046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/11/damn.html' title='damn'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113203252154671876</id><published>2005-11-14T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:28:41.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hatred</title><content type='html'>ARGH. seriously.. i dont get these chicks these days.. not at all.. if u wanted to commit suicide y cant u juzt do it quick n DIE n probably leave a message?? i mean if u wanna die isnt it a better way.. like cutting urself or sumtin? instead some freakin physcotic freak took 10 panadols n didnt go bak home yest.. n her equally dumbass bf didnt do anythin didnt noe where she was all dat time when he was wif her till 6.. wad nonsense.. n u noe wad?? they found her under his block.. wadeva gurl.. i hope ur parents knock the crap outta u. i mean COME ON. me n jaan n ur family wer panicking aiite.. n wad did u say?? freakin ungrateful.. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaan was rite.. shouldnt hav worried for u at all.. u dun deserve it.. juzt so pissing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed off/-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113203252154671876?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113203252154671876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113203252154671876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113203252154671876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113203252154671876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/11/hatred.html' title='hatred'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113195299941815863</id><published>2005-11-13T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:23:19.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah baby!</title><content type='html'>finally the tix r secure.. haix.. after so much roaming around and stuff.. ma dad scored 4 tix to turkey.. we've gotta pay of course.. i think 3k per person or sumtin.. i dunno.. well.. i havent started packing yet.. the temp there is 12 degrees in the mornin and - sumtin at nite.. @ least datz wad the travel agent told me.. i dunno wad to expect really.. except all the historical stuff i noe they hav.. jaan says tt the guys there hav nice eyes.. well.. i'll just have to go there n c.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say i need boots.. cuz its snowing up there.. i need to get BOOTS.. whu in s'pore wears tt? i guess i can check it out at robinsons.. i dunnno.. muzt bring my mum along.. for cash.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaanu, i SO noe hw u feel when ur friend (well, maybe) threatens to commit suicide.. you'll feel lyk killing her urself wont u? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz.. i g2g fix my skin.. changing it.. cant get the code right.. aiite.. see ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113195299941815863?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113195299941815863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113195299941815863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113195299941815863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113195299941815863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-yeah-baby.html' title='oh yeah baby!'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113179689811992662</id><published>2005-11-12T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T04:01:38.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flushed</title><content type='html'>yesterday was rili nice wasnt it jaan? haha.. wish i could hav stayed longer.. i feel so guiltless now.. after i finally got it out wif ma bestie.. wow.. i dint noe dat i can feel this way.. so damn.. FREE..well.. more or less.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant bleive someone got it hard on da face jaan.. too bad its not badly scarred.. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz.. all da cds u lent me r nice.. im juzt hearing them.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna watch a movie later i think.. not too sure.. mite b gonna watch sky high.. ma bro wants to watch it.. i dont think i hav much of a choice.. do i? i mean.. its not lyk ive got a whole lotta things to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix. gotta go. sorry about my sucking skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113179689811992662?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113179689811992662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113179689811992662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113179689811992662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113179689811992662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/11/flushed.html' title='flushed'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113160150353252500</id><published>2005-11-09T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:45:03.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>umm</title><content type='html'>seriously.. it kinda shocked me tt it ws actually ma senior who ws spamming my board.. i didnt even think.. i mean.. i always thought it was mutt..i didnt noe.. i dont hate anyone..i think i can kinda guess who it is already.. but i dont hate you.. i nvr have.. i dunno y u think i do hate you.. i have nth against ma seniors.. i guess.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz.. oh yea.. im kinda hooked onto - dont love you no more - by craig david. i love it loads.. the girl in da vid is hawt.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got nth much to blog.. nth much goin on.. except dat i wanna catch majaa.. seriously.. after wad jaan has been telling me abt it.. it counds cool ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113160150353252500?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113160150353252500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113160150353252500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113160150353252500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113160150353252500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/11/umm.html' title='umm'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113128592681896935</id><published>2005-11-06T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T06:05:26.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no comments</title><content type='html'>the party 2dae was OKAY. sumtin less, nth more. if u gt wad i mean. first up, bloody....... mathan had to practically insulty me in front of BITCH^2(if u noe wad i mean). so.. there i was.. in ma soft pink blouse.. christen dior (izit hw datz spelt?) well anywayz.. so there i ws.. in ma loose-at-da-hand cute pink top with ma jeans, matching pink, earrings, bag, watch, shoe and chain. my nails wer aso pink btw. and she was there with her white punjabi suit. GAWD. i mean cummon!! its a party!! my second option was a punjabi suit top. juzt da top. but a LONG suit?? wadeva. so u can c.. she is deffinitely so backward. her hp is lyk still in da no-color mode thing. so for me its like "hello down there, have we met before?".. tt kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u mite think im jealous. well.. to tell u da truth.. i hv nth to b jealous abt HER.. i mean wad has she got tt i dont?? i mean.. yea shes smaller than me.. bt datz da oni thing.. oh yea.. should i mention to you dat she bearly made it to na.. talk to ma hand darlz.. 151 i think.. practically 100 points lower than me.. ha. my bitch quotient is on high' datz y im acting lyk dat.. dun mind me.. ive had as much i can stand already..  n practically mutt had to insult me today.. so it went like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mutt : umm we need someone to ask people to sign the guest book. juzt ask them to. shalu canu help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : *thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iforgothername *HER mum* : u go la (pointing at HER).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mutt : letchanamaa irukae. neeyae po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : *got up n go*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine la mutt. u think shes so freakin pretty rite. y dont u juzt... ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun eva think of comin over. or even talkin to me. go talk to ur pwincess for all i care. leatchanamaa irukalaa? mavanae. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, mutt juzt gotta ask. i noe it was ur mum 50th n all, but i mean.. shoudlnt hav there been young ppl and all?? there wasnt any mingling too!! i mean.. its a party! cummon!! well i guess i expected too much.. yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113128592681896935?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113128592681896935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113128592681896935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113128592681896935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113128592681896935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-comments.html' title='no comments'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113067481820760377</id><published>2005-10-30T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T04:20:18.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa.</title><content type='html'>juzt finished readin da hole mediator bk series. i dunno y. ive juzt been so addicted to dat bk. mayb itz cuz jesse is da ideal man for a girl. haiz. but WHATEVA. its juzt a dream for me. maybe not. (; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having such a nice dream. with jaan, tharsh n posse and sum guy.. wich i cldnt make out his face.. at all.. dunno y.. and my mum had to spoil it. she woke me up. DAMN. and it wasnt juzt 'wake up' or anything. she was 'SHALINI!!! ITS ELEVEN OCLOCK. WAKE UP.' and she splashed water all ovr mi face. thanks to her i couldnt figure out whu da guy was. and of course, i wasnt in a gd mood - da hole day. well, i passified myself by reading the bks all ovr again. gd way aint it?? NOT. so friggin pissed. cuz.. its not everyday a guy appears in my dreams ya noe. n he looked - his bod - kinda looked hott too. i mean. he was taller than me. wich i seriously look 4 in a guy - his height i mean. n he wasnt dark.. but he wasnt all tt fair either. datz y.. i mean.. i cld tell u mre.. bt then .. i wld totally sound lyk a despo. wich i m TOTALLY not. so i guess u cld c y i hav been friggin pissed and keepin to myself da hole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaan im so sorri i dint pick up not return ur call. i ws reading.. i guess u kinda figured.. i'll make it up to u k? n da challenge is still on. i'll win. ha. u wanna watch the legend of zorro?? if u can take me drooling in da theatre, say yes, if not, say yes aso ((: u dont hav much of a choice. i'll get the tix and u gt popcorn?? k? call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113067481820760377?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113067481820760377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113067481820760377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113067481820760377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113067481820760377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/10/whoa.html' title='whoa.'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-113023092485869911</id><published>2005-10-25T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T02:02:04.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>u asked. finally. gimme ONE day k? mwah/- feelin flushed.&lt;br /&gt;thx 4 da ring. love u. &lt;br /&gt;u noe.. theres juzt a feeling.. when ur covered.. protected by that special someone.. or juzt simply him having his arm around u.. makes u feel dam special.. the strong hands across u.. the eyes u drown in.. the one u love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa. i muzt b reading loadsa stories. well.. im juzt feelin gd. ya noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinkin of startin to wear turtle necks.. cuz i lyk saw this red one.. on sale for 23 bucks.. it looked hawt.. n it'll go well wif ma black layered. ha. FINE. im too tempted.. i need to do sum serious shopping.. mayb i'll go wif jaan or sumtin.. yea.. probably..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan is disturbing me again.. too haunting.. i dunno y.. jaan do u still remember? i aint too sure u do... its been 2 yrs since i told u rite? he muzt b 15 nw.. wont b able to forgt him la.. black hair.. gold speckels.. dyed.. DUH.. cool nite.. dat ws lyk gonna b 2 yrs ago? ha. i mite b going bak to aust this dec. i wanna go bak. i dun wanna come bak.. to spore at all.. wanna go away.. nvr come bak to spore again.. of coz i'll drag jaan wif me.. nvr can leave her alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n thars had a long chat 2dae.. abt SURIA *sigh* n ahem. well..suria is cute.. bt i aint crazy.. he looks hott in ghajini.. rite jaan? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g. mwahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-113023092485869911?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/113023092485869911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=113023092485869911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113023092485869911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/113023092485869911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally.html' title='FINALLY'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-112990087567871381</id><published>2005-10-21T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T06:21:15.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>got me thinkin</title><content type='html'>yahui did devotion 2dae.. it was rili interestin.. it rili got me thinkin.. when she read out the lyrics of Jesus loves me. i havent heard tt song in a wile. it really made my day. i used to sing it when i was really young. and when i was attending church without fail. but right now.. i dunno.. i dont go to church much.. i mean.. i DO go to church.. juzt not to my own.. but Novena.. i enjoy it there.. its peacefull and u get to do stuff at ur own pace.. havent gone back to Salvation Army in a wile.. cuz of tuition on sum mornins.. *sigh*.. but i think.. i shld giv it a shot.. but.. i really feel attatched when i go to Novena.. juzt going there.. praying.. looking at all the beutiful pictures of God, Jesus, Mother Mary.. its all very peacefull. i have to go there alone one day.. juzt go there and talk to God.. or juzt simply stare at The Cross. it will deff be calming. i NEED to go back. i KNOW i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES DEVOTIONS ARE INTERESTING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 opened my eyes. touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BDAE BRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - shalini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112990087567871381?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112990087567871381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112990087567871381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112990087567871381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112990087567871381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/10/got-me-thinkin.html' title='got me thinkin'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-112981539771550814</id><published>2005-10-20T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T06:36:37.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hung up</title><content type='html'>u noe wad. theres always this point of time where you actually KNOW which place ur heading 2. i mean. ahh.. i cant explain. hmm... well... jaan.. she is a mix.. i can sae.. she is made up of half eng and half tamil.. she has juzt rite of both.. tharsh is more n much more to the indian side.. she belongs there.. lets c.. ma kutti is also made up of both.. dont ask me about vidhya.. shes juzt plain wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POINT IS.. dat i juzt dunno what to do. i mean.. if i split myself up.. id go BACKWARD. outdated.. well.. i juzt feel badd.. i wanna go more to the eng side.. but i was born an indian.. n ive gotta stay lyk dat.. i guess.. i dont hav much of a choice.. but im not sulking or anything.. im juzt confused of which way i should go in.. if u ask me.. i think id wanna go half too.. follow jaans footsteps * winks at jaan * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody asked me a qn.. datz y this confusion arose in me. she asked me if i considered myself a total thamilachie.. as in total indian.. i couldnt reply here.. i asked her what that really meant.. she said dat.. if im a total thamilachie.. i listen to tamil songs.. on tamil radio.. wheneva i get the time.. hav tamil as ma fave sub.. breathe tamil.. have a whole grp of tamil friends behind u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt noe wad to sae.. but.. i listen to eng songs wheneva i get the time.. hav lit and tl as ma fave subs and i DO have a grp of friends behind me.. this makes 5/10. which means HALF. i need to noe the answer. on the quest to find ma inner self. HELP ME DARLZ. i think i noe wad i wanna chose.. but i dont think it'll do me good.. its juzt da influence * winks again *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THIS WHOLE THING SOUNDS TOTALLY SENSELESS. BUT, SOMEHOW IT REALLY BOTHERS ME. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 squeezed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112981539771550814?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112981539771550814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112981539771550814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112981539771550814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112981539771550814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/10/hung-up.html' title='hung up'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-112877385657749624</id><published>2005-10-08T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T05:17:36.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>khairul</title><content type='html'>all dreamy.. ovr khairul.. lol.. fantasy.. juzt an idol.. he sounded so hawt on the radio 2dae.. local artists.. sounds SO like eminem.. i LURVE eminem.. his song.. whatever it takes.. juzt rawks... try hearing it.. if ure a rnb fan of course.. hmm.. oh yeaa.. theres this new song by kanye west ft jamie foxx.. gold digger.. veri wierd.. in the gd way.. i like kanye west.. hes 2nd on the 987 charts... anywayz.. ive got sumtin else to look forward to anywayz.. da 14th.. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got 4 mre papers.. gotta go study soon.. geog sucks. i hate it. SO prefer hist. so easy to study. still hav got a few chaps of sci to cover. juzt had math tuition. so stressing.. got up at 8 this morn to study.. still not feelin tired.. ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma mum juzt came bak frm msia.. went ther for sum teachers thingy.. came bak wif soo many things to pig out on.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g.. mwax..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112877385657749624?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112877385657749624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112877385657749624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112877385657749624'/><link 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took a weird pic&lt;br /&gt; ` missin jaan&lt;br /&gt; ` cant wait till da 14th&lt;br /&gt; ` one more week&lt;br /&gt; ` last wk was a touching one. *winks at tharsh*&lt;br /&gt; ` trash the ******* jaan u rawk&lt;br /&gt; ` havent heard 50's voice in a wile&lt;br /&gt; ` in love with those converse shoes.&lt;br /&gt; ` i WANT my  IH results!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i g2g.. mwax..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112858865502957911?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112858865502957911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112858865502957911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mugging for exams. i hate this. i wanna go back to primary skool.. i noe tis sounds childish.. but.. its much less stressful.. but then.. i wont hav ma sec skool fwenz.. ah.. wadeva. jaanu.. remember.. trash da ********? hahhax. typical u. anywayz.. me ish missing u.. loads.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juzt cant wait.. 2 mre weeks till exams r over!! i lurve it. after dat.. me ish goin on shopping spree!! jaanu.. u ARE following me!! no matter wad.. u can invite xin yi too (: she's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i still dont figure y our skool doesnt show us the abortion video. cedar does. im deprived of dat video. hmph ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i g2g.. mum's home.. mwakiez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** friggin pic thing not workin..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112773152801042249?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11868108.post-112694966087947724</id><published>2005-09-17T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T01:35:02.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha/*/</title><content type='html'>todae was lyk so fun. me n kiru killed 18 bucks @ da print club todae. lol. 6 printz. i lurve takin neoprints. i went to tharsh's how 4 proj. we did da script halfway. did da jail bars n sum other nonsense stuff la. im so PISSED by sum ppl. cant trust them @ all. bloody idiots. last min ppl. i wont take excuses ppl. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vidhya came to ma hse a lil later. round 3. we made the jail tees. and some of da script. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... yest.. was a sorta touching day. me n tharsh had a fight. we cant fight for long. cant stand nt talkin to her wen shes sittin beside me. *rolls eyes*  so anywayz... we fight ovr lil.. n i mean TOTALLY lil stuff. i dunno y. probably our stars i guess. lol. oops g2g. gonna watch herbie. mwax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/1600/neoprint21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/320/neoprint21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112694966087947724?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112694966087947724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112694966087947724' title='0 Comments'/><link 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/1600/neoprint41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/320/neoprint41.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HAVE a social life ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant take it anymore. juzt cant. too much stress. too many things to do. argh. i hate da musical thingy. juzt sucks. but too bad. gotta get thru with it. no choice. finished the TLDDS letter thing. finally. gav sithra readi. i dunno abt her la.. askin us to do compo in half hour. @ least i finished it. i seriously got loads of problems in my life. juzt dont wanna tell them out loud. maanamz ppl. anywayz.. the topic todae was... ahem.. i shall not sayy anythin xcept.. ashin. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought id blog. nth much to sae. must go study la. haiz. mwax...&lt;div 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title='`stuckk'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-112660480228571501</id><published>2005-09-13T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T02:48:02.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>puyal babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/1600/neoprint91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/320/neoprint91.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puyal babes; nice eh? well.. me n tharsh made it up. it was just at random.. cuz we were walking dwn city hall and suddenly this wind blew at us. n i said puyal. n she said babes. cool. i DONT find it lame. you shouldnt 2. (:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DONT have attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. we went to 7-11. i got a big gulp. we split it. i stepped out of the store and started walking. THEN i saw this guy. this malay guy. OMG. sooo cute. hunky. hes deff a sec skooler. i cld tell. he just walked past. i couldnt help but gap. unsteadiness babe. i cant 4gt him. i rili hpe to c him again. HOPE. but hes probably already attached. not worth trying.. is it? i dont love him. hes just a passing cloud. 50 cent. theres a guy i lurve. mwax. hes just HAWT. i mean to da max. i dunno y ppl dont lyk him. i do. ppl say im vulgar if i lyk 50. but im not. ask mi friends. im just wild. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss talkin 2 jaan. miss her loads. haiz. jaan's attached. LOL. seriously. anywayz.. i just truly MISS her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of yrs r comin already. NOO! argh. juzt too lazy to get to TOTAL serious studying mode. but ive already got my books out. and nw ive gotta go study. bye. mwax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112660480228571501?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112660480228571501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112660480228571501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112660480228571501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112660480228571501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/09/puyal-babes.html' title='puyal babes'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-112653388115352133</id><published>2005-09-12T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T07:04:41.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/1600/moi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/320/moi4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid SUCKY hols. well... theres nth much to it anywayz. soooo friggin irritatin to think abt it. kinda. feel as tho im bein tortured. i need SOME freedom. im THIRTEEN for gods sake. well, i think i need a lil bit mre freedom n good stuff happening to me in my life anywayz. i went to northpoint with tharsh 2dae.. i dint wanna go.. cuz of SOME ppl.. but to think of it.. i shldnt b SO scared. its a public place. what cld happen?? lol.  oh yeaa. kiru has friendster. FINALLY. poor gal. has been lacking friendster for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 rawks. just felt like saying tt. SHE has taught me a precious lesson. although seriously i can NEVER in my life hate 50. hes mi idol babe. hawt.. six pac.. ooooooohhh... hes just sooo hot. mi ideal bf.. well anywayz.. i g2g... mwax..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112653388115352133?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112653388115352133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112653388115352133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112653388115352133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112653388115352133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/09/urgh.html' title='urgh'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-112608528363940004</id><published>2005-09-11T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:31:34.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chickas rawk dis world</title><content type='html'>i shld hav counted. but wth. i feel so releived. 4 straight days of NOT talking to my mum almost drived me crazy. I had to apologise 2 her!! argh!! mi aunite says ive got ego. i need a deffinition for tt word. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;well.. me and my mum hav talked things out i guess... but i think im the one who started the whole thing. i shld b the one sayin sorry in the first place anywayz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i SO lurve mi new neoprints.  haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cant wait 4 sivakasi... vijay darling.. me ish waiting.. hahhax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i think ive gotta create a new friendster acc or sumtin... we'll c..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i think i HAVE got to do some serious shopping.. i'll think i'll ask jaan.. for her opinion... she IS coming to watch a movie with me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm gonna change mi glasses. i hate em. i WANT contacts. haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i think id better go. have got tuition later. blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mwax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112608528363940004?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112608528363940004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112608528363940004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112608528363940004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112608528363940004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/09/chickas-rawk-dis-world.html' title='chickas rawk dis world'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-112858823487482085</id><published>2005-09-06T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T01:43:54.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ittz thurz alreadi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/1600/clar%20n%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1902/980/320/clar%20n%20me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me had ma lang papers already. i only hav 4 papers to go. ONLY. lol. i'm missin ya.. ):&lt;br /&gt;veri much. only one mre week. havent blogged 4 quite a wile.. but last wk was a rather touuching one.. tharsh.. u noe wad im talkin abt.. i'll talk to mi mum k? in skool.. well its revision, revision and mre revision as if itz not enough @ hm.. ive done hist rev finish readi.. haha.. halfway thru geog. muzt continue on sci this wkends.. loadsa things to do.. jaan had her math n lit paper.. she saes her lit was so boring.. with luvy-duvy poems. poor gal. AS IF! ha. i got jaans bdae present already. cant wait to give it to her. gdg.. mwax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/*/ 1 mre friggin wk \*\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112858823487482085?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112858823487482085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112858823487482085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112858823487482085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112858823487482085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/09/ittz-thurz-alreadi.html' title='ittz thurz alreadi'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-112566604484053821</id><published>2005-09-02T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T06:03:03.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma birthdae babe</title><content type='html'>hmm.... lets see.. abt this years birthday... ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much better. cant beleive. senior wished me fer ma birthdae. not unusual. but rili special. got a prezzie frm tharsh. a cup. cute one. withh friendship stuff ritten on it. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, wish count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 sms.&lt;br /&gt;16 calls.&lt;br /&gt;24 onlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... is dat rili gd?? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, jaan called me just now.. to wish me as well. haha. once not enough. that's jaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havin a party tom. ALL GIRLS. no guys. yay. free to be maself. for ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guest list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaan&lt;br /&gt;Tharsh&lt;br /&gt;Kiru&lt;br /&gt;Niro&lt;br /&gt;Vidhya&lt;br /&gt;Usha&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... not many.. cuz its @ ma hse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;HOLZ ISH HERE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cant wait ta step outta da hse n do some serious shopping wif ma mums credit card. lol. jkjk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i still dunno whats waitin for me this hols. i'll find out soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;CA2 results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;alrite results time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Eng : 60.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Higher tamil : 84&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Math : 81.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Science : 41.2 :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Geog : 78.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lit : 73.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;D n T : 70.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;results are satisfactory i guess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;am i supposed to say tt??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;well anywayz.. tym to log off. update latter. mwax. cya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112566604484053821?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112566604484053821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112566604484053821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112566604484053821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112566604484053821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/09/ma-birthdae-babe.html' title='Ma birthdae babe'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-112513491456357138</id><published>2005-08-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T02:28:34.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its been...</title><content type='html'>whoa.. its been more than a month already.. i think... so sorry... i dint hav time.. so many prob.. so many tests... just gone thru loadsa struggles... well... to tell u stuff shortly... i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mi science.. no laughin matter... veri depressing... i nvr failed a major sub b4 ya... n anywayz.. this term... met new ppl... HATED sum of them... took loadsa neoprints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR problem : i GOTTA lose weight. i keep sayin dat 2 maself..bt wld it rili happen?? i gotta make it happen... nth comes easy... oh yea... ma new fave song 4 da week is pon de replay by rihanna... she gorgeous... n cn sing so well... i lurve dat line... 'i'm ready 4 ya, come lemme show yA' its so rawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i g2g already... i'll b back 2 tell u more... mwax...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112513491456357138?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112513491456357138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112513491456357138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112513491456357138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112513491456357138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-been.html' title='its been...'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-112091641736645209</id><published>2005-07-09T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T06:40:17.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heyhey</title><content type='html'>anusha... ma primary skool fwen whu moved to KL came 2 ma hse 2dae... misssd her sosososo muchie... dunno y... she lks so damn diff... seriously... she has a whole social life ther... :P juzt chatted... abt life... n all... she has kewl frenzz... hahhaxx... she a uber nice gal... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me had a gr8 tym 2dae wif kiru... she ah... 1 loosu la... aiyoh... wad 2 sae wad 2 sae....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out fer dinner 2dae... juzt to da hocker centre la... hav nth much ta blog abt 2dae....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n o ya... i saw mutts french xchange 2dae... dun wanna put any comments cuz mutt noes mi blog url n i dun wanna hurt dat poor frenchie :P - i cant stand it if sum1 ish hurt bi me... it will awaes b in ma heart n i cant slp... bt if u hurt me... it will b in ma heart 4 as long as i live... i cn hold quite gd grudges ya noe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112091641736645209?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112091641736645209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112091641736645209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112091641736645209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112091641736645209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/07/heyhey.html' title='heyhey'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-112064436596366173</id><published>2005-07-06T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T03:11:51.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa..</title><content type='html'>guess wad?? i got a scholarship... so happi... 750 bucks per yr... all ta miself... wad ta do wif it..?? itz not alot... but itz ok... =P&lt;br /&gt;srry i dint blog fer so long... no time... n too lozy... :(&lt;br /&gt;haf bn studyin veri hard l8ly... caz i feel lyk i dint study enough in da holz... was rili fun... da holz i mean... me n &lt;strong&gt;jaan&lt;/strong&gt; had gr8 fun... @j8 @ northpoint... anywher... as long as i'm wif her... itz all fun...((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da lazt few daes wich aso wer da project daes... haizz... cant stand da ppl i'm doin da project wif... sumtymz dey juzt gt on mi nerves...&lt;br /&gt;i'm gtin along quite well wif tharshini l8ly (choichoi)... shes a nice gal... bt i hav no choice bt 2 gt a transfa... mi mum la... haiz... oh yea... n btw... mi family n i went to cameron highlands n kl in da holz... had a gr8 time... i hated the cameron highlands... juzt dont like nature... yennakum naturerukkum romba thuram... hahhaxxx..&lt;br /&gt;went shoppin in kl... omg... spent lyk 500 bucks on shoppin!! mi mum ban me frm shoppin readi.... bt asif datz gonna bring me down... so NOT... whu can stop a shopaholic?? deff not YOU...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-112064436596366173?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/112064436596366173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=112064436596366173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112064436596366173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/112064436596366173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/07/whoa.html' title='whoa..'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-111804354342383496</id><published>2005-06-06T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:39:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sory mi nvr blog 4 a long tym... was 2 busi...)=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gueesss wad...?? mi ish mayb goin 2 swiss!! yayzzz! veri happi n excited!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oooo yea... nt to mention ravi annae's engagement... veri excited!! hehe... WAD 2 WEAR??? haven decided yet... hahx... mi g2g... cyazzz.... muakiez ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-111804354342383496?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/111804354342383496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=111804354342383496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/111804354342383496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/111804354342383496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/06/sorry.html' title='SORRY!!'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-111759970993482889</id><published>2005-06-01T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:21:49.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa!</title><content type='html'>i had da total bez tym yesterdae!! only came bak hm afta 10!! ok wait... lemme start frm da top...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning i had to go 4 a camp... n after tt i went to jaan's hse 4 lunch (chicken chops)... lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n we went to j8 4 monster-in-law wif mutt tagging along.... the movie was so dam typical!! although it was dam figging funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afta the movie... jaan's mum had 2 go sumwher.. so me, jaan n mutt went to take soooo many neoprints!! it was lyk so dam kool!! spent more than 30 bucks i think... lolz... hehxx... me ish veri happi 2dae... lolz... hope i stay lyk tt... muakz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-111759970993482889?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/111759970993482889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=111759970993482889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/111759970993482889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/111759970993482889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/06/whoa.html' title='whoa!'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-111736874811848790</id><published>2005-05-29T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T05:12:28.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>i thought 2dae wld b so dam boring... bt it turned out kinda fun... we went to causeway point n all... 2 get mi mum a lugage n to do sum shopping =D... hehx... me ish veri happi... dunno y... mayb it cuz its the holzz... lolz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-111736874811848790?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/111736874811848790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=111736874811848790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/111736874811848790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/111736874811848790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/05/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-111734734198478148</id><published>2005-05-29T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:15:42.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me ish @ hm..</title><content type='html'>me ish rili bored...nth else 2 do so i blog =D&lt;br /&gt;me broke mi glasses yesterdae... haix... nw i can't c a thing...well not rili a thing but...&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta go bak 2 skool 2moro...=(&lt;br /&gt;that totally stinks...&lt;br /&gt;mi mum's going to thailand tom...&lt;br /&gt;m rili gonna miss her like hell...&lt;br /&gt;well...guess tt's all da gd news...lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muakz,&lt;br /&gt;shalzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-111734734198478148?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/111734734198478148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=111734734198478148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/111734734198478148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/111734734198478148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-ish-hm.html' title='me ish @ hm..'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-111726392932427848</id><published>2005-05-28T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T00:56:07.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'> c00L!! </title><content type='html'>2dae was... veri interesting. went to fort tanjong katong...ther were so many insects ther... bt anywayz... i saw the 200 yr old fort... whoa!! 200...haixx... jaanu came to mi hse yesterdae!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; she was lyk so damn fun!! n we went down to romano's @ 10 laz nite to get some cheesecake... mmm...nxt tym she cums here i'll force her 2 stay ovrnite... lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*currently*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a leech sucking on me...social life is going down the drain...oni happi thing is... results were kinda gd!! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muakz,&lt;br /&gt;shalzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-111726392932427848?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/111726392932427848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=111726392932427848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/111726392932427848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/111726392932427848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/05/c00l.html' title='&lt;b&gt; c00L!! &lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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-11868108.post-111726725358488282</id><published>2005-05-27T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T01:00:53.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>borrrinnggg...</title><content type='html'>haixx...2dae was lyk so dam boring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sumore laz 2 periods oni they give bak mi report bk... wad skool lah... stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn nervous... bt anywayz.... me did well... n i'm heppi wif mi marks... hehx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ *currently* ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ish veri happi n excited abt tomoroes feild trip thingy... hope its nice... (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shalzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11868108-111726725358488282?l=insecure-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/feeds/111726725358488282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11868108&amp;postID=111726725358488282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/111726725358488282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11868108/posts/default/111726725358488282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insecure-hearts.blogspot.com/2005/05/borrrinnggg.html' title='borrrinnggg...'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593590761983692123</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>
